A massive hello to all of the people who are reading this blog entry!
I am thrilled because i have just completed my family story. Through the process I learnt so much about my family history and about some of the living conditions and stories that happened during war times. I couldn’t be happier with the result, especially since it was my first try at creating a love story. Read it and it would be nice to get some comments on your opinion and how i could improve it:
THE MOMENT OUR EYES MET
Patricia Fraser, May 12th 1943…
It’s been nine whole hours now; standing in the same spot is causing my hands and feet to ache severely. I am frightened by this building, in which it is dark and gloomy. Here in Arendsen, just by glancing in the eyes of someone near you, you can sense the overwhelming fear. The stillness illustrates the anxious thoughts behind our secure words. As the war drags on, life is just another shade of grey as I continuously make these gaiters for the brave soldiers, serving us well. But my thoughts can no longer be heard and are taken over by the repetitive questions in my head…Why do they have to fight? Why is life so grey? Why do people have to kill to earn power?
“Plonk, plonk…plonk”. Oh no, what now! Day after day I work until the exhaustion is so staggering that I drop to the ground. I don’t need a broken machine to add to my life of terrible events. What if they see me not working and sack me immediately? I can’t lose my job; I have to support my family!
Wait…who’s that? A tall, dark haired sturdy man, confidently strolling towards me. In his rough, scruffy hands he clenches a large toolbox to fix the machines that break down. At this point I am slowly gathering a little bit of hope, and I can’t help but just stare at him. He’s here to save my day! My life just seemed like a miserable repetitive blur, until the moment our eyes were drawn together.
Lennox Moore, May 12th 1943…
I was hired as a handy man to fix complicated machines that break down, probably because of incompetent constructing. I was hired to be busy all day, helping people out, when in times of strife. But it didn’t turn out exactly as I had expected. The majority of the machines are in perfectly good condition and I find myself constantly strolling around searching desperately for someone in need of help. I wonder how my brother is coping out in the war. Just from walking around this gloomy place I can sense the fear in everyone’s eyes. I wonder how he is coping with actually having to live the horrific thoughts that are created in our minds.
“Plonk, plonk…plonk” Aha! Sounds like trouble to me. Now I just to locate where the problem is coming from, for in this large, gloomy building; noise travels fast and it is hard to track down. The unpleasant plonking sounds echo and roar over the disturbing silence. I look carefully while I stroll around with my new toolbox ready to mend. Wait…who’s that? A quiet, delicate young lady too tranquil to be working. She has gleaming auburn hair, tucked back trimly in a bun. Her cheeks are blossoming with a rosy red colour and her eyes are as clear as the sea, and are, are looking right at me! Some hope in her eyes slowly floats to the surface. I’d better shape up and look confident, because I’m here to fix her machine. My life just seemed like a wreak until the moment our eyes were drawn together.
Lennox and Patricia Moore, August 18th 1958
It’s been ten bright, joyous married years together, we think to ourselves as we cuddle up on the cozy couch. We are successful proud parents to three young boys so far. At this moment they are finally settled and resting peacefully in bed.
After the war was over we both moved on from those horrible jobs, which only seemed to refresh the horrific memories that dwell somewhere deep and dark inside us. Although times are still challenging, we use the thoughts of each other to get us through each day. And finally at the end of the day when we are at last united in love, we cherish and praise the Lord that we have each other. We are together slowly maturing through our time and it is a mystery of when our time is up on earth. But we will forever be together as one and always have been, ever since the moment our eyes met.
The End
Hope you enjoyed it and hope to hear from you soon,
Love TiFFaNy!
