Struggle and Chaos in Three Countries
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In a fascinating memoir, Hedwig chronicles her journey to return home to confront her struggles and memories decades after immigrating to the United States. Born the third of five children living amid challenging circumstances in Walzen, Poland. Hedwig details her family’s experiences after they moved to Hanau, West Germany, in an attempt to create a new chapter, her determination to escape her alcoholic father’s violent tirades, and her eventual immigration to a country far away from all she knew to start again. Throughout her story, Hedwig reminds all of us that it is possible to rise above our struggles and attain a better life.
Struggle and Chaos in Three Countries is the true story of a woman’s trials and tribulations as she traveled through several countries to become a mother and naturalized US citizen determined to live the American dream.
Elisabeth Hedwig
Elisabeth Hedwig was born in challenging circumstances in Walzen, Poland. Today, she is a successful businesswoman and mother of two children, one on Earth and one in heaven. This is her first book.
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Struggle and Chaos in Three Countries - Elisabeth Hedwig
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ISBN: 978-1-4897-3372-6 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4897-3371-9 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-4897-3373-3 (e)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2021902185
LifeRich Publishing rev. date: 02/10/2021
Contents
Prologue
Part One
Chapter 1 The New World
Chapter 2 Going Home
Chapter 3 Trials and Tribulations
Chapter 4 Never Give Up
Chapter 5 Drug Smuggling
Chapter 6 Frank and Carlo
Chapter 7 The Escape
Chapter 8 Making Deals
Part Two
Chapter 9 Along Comes John
Chapter 10 Home Again
Chapter 11 Sesame Street
Chapter 12 Undesirable Associates
Chapter 13 The Mob
Chapter 14 Missing Coins
Chapter 15 Portsmouth, NH
Chapter 16 Goodbye Frank
Chapter 17 Single Motherhood
Part Three
Chapter 18 A Home at Last
Chapter 19 Jared
Chapter 20 Xenaphobia
Chapter 21 Cleanvergnügen
Chapter 22 Overcoming Discrimination
Chapter 23 A Shocking Discovery
Chapter 24 James
Chapter 25 A Green Card No More
Chapter 26 Under Arrest
Epilogue
This book is dedicated to my dear Grandmother Emilia.
Prologue
I peered out my window, looking down from thirty-three thousand feet. A placid, azure blue sky surrounded me for now. To be sure, there had been turbulence before, and there would likely be turbulence again. But for now, it was calm and I had long since learned to weather a storm. It is Autumn, 2012 and I’m planning an expedition – a pilgrimage of sorts. Traveling to my place of birth to visit the family I left behind so far away, I yearn to re-trace my roots.
Far below, ghostly clouds pass indifferently, as indifferently as the mists of time have passed by me. As we near our destination, I close my eyes and remember that day years ago, and the younger woman who left under such different circumstances.
The younger woman left with nothing. My older version returns as a self-made woman. I left as a German and returned as a German-American. We left at a moment’s notice, those years long ago. Only two weeks before I left the first time, I could never have foreseen any reason to hotfoot it to Switzerland, nor any necessity to emigrate to the United States. Yet, for all my changes in fortune now I am, in many ways, the same person who took that leap of faith years ago – a survivor, a maker, a take-it-as-it-comes woman.
The plane began its descent to Frankfurt International Airport. Today, it is a beautiful, crisp Autumn day, in stark contrast to the nightmarish flight from Zurich to New York in the winter of 1982. There is no fear like the fear of the unknown, but on that day in 1982, I remained convinced that whatever lay ahead must surely beat the alternative – what could have been, had I chosen to remain in Germany. All I could do at that time was to put my best foot forward.
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The New World
T hat day, as I sat miles above the frigid sea, contemplating what future the New World held, the pilot’s voice came over the intercom in the stereotypically, indifferent monotone.
Two hours out from JFK International Airport,
he said, halting to clear his throat. It looks like we might be in for some rough weather. I’ll keep you posted on the details as we make our approach; in the meantime, relax and thanks for flying air …
I did not understand English, and Frank sat two rows away. Because the tickets were booked last-minute, the airline could not arrange for us to be seated together. My neighboring passenger, an elderly white-bearded man, kindly explained that it would be snowing in New York.
A short time later, the Fasten Seatbelt light came on. Soon after, the carry-on luggage began to shake and rattle in the overhead storage. The plane shuddered, as if hitting potholes in the sky. The older gentleman told me, almost as if to reassure himself, that no plane had ever crashed as a result of turbulence.
A nerve-racking hour passed by before the pilot relayed a breaking weather report. Apparently, the plane was headed into no mere flurry, nor anything as inconsequential as a blizzard. The danger that awaited our arrival in New York was none other than a meteorological phenomenon unique to the eastern United States, a veritable frozen hurricane: a nor’easter.
Heavy snow streaked through the air, driven by buffeting, shrieking winds. The airplane’s wings shuddered in the swirling winds of the storm as the pilots navigated blinding conditions in the approach. Over the intercom came more words indecipherable to me.
The pilot is saying that he is a veteran of bad-weather flying and that there is nothing to worry about,
my neighbor reported.
But this admission, it seemed, only served to provide more tension to the already nervous passengers. If the weather was not dangerous, the pilot would have no need to assure us of his abilities, would he? I began to wonder whether I had jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire on this trip.
The 747 touched down with a screech. The air brakes were thrown on, and the plane came roaring to a halt. It landed without any complications. Despite everything, I thought, despite the dangerous weather, despite the run-in with the police, despite the frenzied exodus, despite all the planes, trains, and automobiles, I had arrived in one piece—or had I?
The plane came coasting to a stop. A tractor came alongside the plane, one of the awkward, squarish variety, rumbling and smoking with diesel fumes.
In retrospect, I recall that the tractor’s driver, who was bundled up like an Eskimo, seemed a little frenzied. Naturally, the ground crew of any airport are trained to hustle, and this would have been doubly true considering the raging storm. Yet there was also an uneasiness in the tractor driver’s movement, almost as if he were afraid of something. He hitched the plane and headed down the strip.
It seemed like we were being towed for a long time. Some of the passengers grew uneasy. They began to mutter under their breath or whisper to their neighbors. The flight attendants moved to the front of the plane and talked among themselves behind a closed curtain. Then someone shouted something in English, in an angry voice. We are being taken away from the terminal!
It was true. We were.
Through the gusting curtain of snow, the passengers could see that the plane had been parked at a dead end, a corner of the airport far away from the terminal. I watched, meanwhile, as the tractor took off with all the speed it could muster.
At any other time, this corner of the airport might have been a sight to behold, viewed safely out of the elements. The tempest screamed across the frostbitten marshland upon which the airport was built. The gray waters of Jamaica Bay frothed and foamed. Across the bay, the lights of the New York City skyline could be seen, glimmering faintly. The view was bleak and yet somehow still beautiful, but any appreciation for natural beauty was lost on us passengers in light of the anxiety we were now feeling.
After several unbearable minutes, an announcement drifted over the sound system. The captain’s voice, filled with duress, explained to all aboard that we must at all costs remain calm. I did not need to see the fear on the faces around me; I did not need Frank to explain to me what was being said. I had heard the captain use a word that I understood full well, and that understanding was enough to send me into a tailspin. That word was bomb. I found my life flashing before my eyes, as indeed must have been the case with everyone else on board.
I had always been one to rise above circumstances. If that were not the case, I would never have set foot on the train to leave Germany; I would never have boarded the plane for America. But had I finally encountered an insurmountable obstacle? What escape could there be from this terrible predicament? What could I have done differently?
It was a cruel trick of destiny to put me on that plane.