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Wash Day Tragedy

Version 2I recently found this photograph of my maternal grandmother on the back porch of her farmhouse in Drake Saskatchewan doing her laundry. It fascinated me. You see I had known since I was very small that Grandma had experienced a tragedy while doing her laundry and this photo reminded me of that.

When I was a little girl and would sit on my grandmother’s lap I noticed that the skin on one of her arms was laced with scars and hung down from the bone in a crepey and twisted way. My grandmother was a very attractive petite woman who always dressed beautifully so this anomaly in her appearance intrigued me. Grandma explained to me that once her arm had been caught in the wringer of a washing machine and that had permanently scared her arm.

The inside of my grandmother's right arm was full of scars and twisted skin

Here I am with my grandparents. The inside of my grandmother’s one arm was full of scars and twisted skin. 

I asked my aunt about the accident when I phoned her yesterday and she said it happened in the mid 1940s  in summer on the back porch in a scene similar to the one in the photograph.  My aunt already had a teaching job in a nearby community where she spent the winter but her summers were spent at her parents. She remembers being inside and hearing my grandmother screaming. She and her sister ran outside to find their mothers’ arm caught in the wringer of the washing machine. Somehow as she fed the clothing through the wringer her hand got caught in the moving rollers and her arm up to her elbow was crushed.  My aunt doesn’t remember if they called the doctor and my grandmother’s hand and arm eventually healed.

My sister and brother and I with my grandmother. Her arm was definitely healed enought to hold a baby.

My sister and brother and I with my grandmother. Her arm was definitely healed enough to hold a baby.

I never noticed that grandma’s hand lacked mobility. She crocheted, painted, hooked rugs and wrote letters in a lovely hand so aside from its appearance her arm seemed normal. She was not at all embarrassed about her deformed arm and let us touch the loose skin. We asked her to tell us the story of her laundry accident over and over.  My grandmother was a beautiful person through and through and her scars only made her more interesting. 

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My Grandmother’s Epitaph- Words to Live By

grandma-and-grandpas-tombstoneOn a visit to Winkler Manitoba my cousin Al took me to see my paternal grandparents’ tombstone in the local cemetery.  

My grandparents

My grandparents Diedrich and Margareta Peters

My grandparents were both born in Ukraine, immigrated to Canada as young adults and spent most of their lives in the tiny village of Gnadenthal Manitoba where they had a large grain farm. grandma-and-grandpas-house-in-winklerHowever they retired to this house in Winkler where they lived for many years and so Winkler is where they are buried. My Grandma, Margareta Sawatsky Peters was 99 years old when she died.

My grandparents Diedrich and Margareta Peters were refugees who came to Canada in 1923

My grandparents Diedrich and Margareta Peters on their wedding day

I was curious about the German epitaph on my grandmother’s side of the tombstone.  It says Lebe wie beim sterben es dein wunsch wäre.  I wondered what that meant. I put it into one of those Google translate things but what came out didn’t make any sense. My cousin Al said directly translated it means “Live as if, when you die, it was your wish.”  That also didn’t seem right. So I contacted my aunties, my father’s sisters to see if they could shed any light on it. 

My grandparents with their family some forty years ago

My grandparents with their family some forty years ago

The first thing I discovered was that the original epitaph had been altered to fit the stone and what was inscribed on Grandma’s grave marker was an abbreviated and not completely accurate version of something my grandmother often said. “Lebe, wie Du wen Du stirbst, wünschen wirst gelebt zu haben.” Translated it meant “Live your life in a way you will wish you had lived it, on your dying day.”  I also found out the line was from a longer poem which my grandmother probably knew in its entirety.

My Grandma and Grandpa Peters

My Grandma and Grandpa on their sixtieth wedding anniversary

Grandma loved poetry and even in her nineties could still recite long German poems she had memorized as a girl.  The line of poetry on her grave is from a poem by Christian Fürchtegott Gellert, a widely read German novelist, poet, fable and song writer who lived from 1715 to 1769. I wasn’t able to find the full poem online but one of my aunts says it talks about the fact possessions and prestige won’t bring you happiness at the end of your life, but a heart filled with love and a quiet conscience will.

My Dad and his sisters dressed up in their parents' clothes visit Grandma in the nursing home. This family knows how to have fun.

My Dad and his sisters are dressed up in their parents’ old clothes to visit Grandma in the nursing home. My grandma is obviously enjoying her children’s sense of humour. Humour was a gift Grandma used often on her life’s journey.

Another aunt interpreted the epitaph to mean Live your daily life so that reflecting on your life on your deathbed, you will have no regrets. She said my grandmother used those words as her guide when she was confronted with disappointments, betrayals, anxieties and the physical exhaustion from the endless hours of hard work she did to care for and feed a family of eight plus two farm hands.  

My grandmother playing guitar. She and her mother and sisters could all play four different instruments interchangeably- the guitar, accordian, mandolin and balalaika

My grandmother playing guitar. She and her mother and sisters could all play four different instruments interchangeably the guitar, accordion, banjo and balalaika

Grandma gave thanks frequently for the gift of humor God had given her as well as her love of music. When tensions were high in her home, she would quip a ‘one-liner’ that made everyone laugh. Often the joke was at her own expense! Also, rather than insisting that the household chores be done to perfection, she’d stop in the middle of working with her daughters, grab her guitar, and begin to sing the songs they all knew from memory and could sing together.  

Photo of my grandparents tombstone by my cousin Al Loeppky

Photo of my grandparents tombstone by my cousin Al Loeppky

I look forward to hearing from other members of my family as to how their memories of Grandma might relate to her epitaph. In the mean time I think we would all do well to take Grandma’s epitaph to heart, thinking each day how we can make the kind of choices that will leave us with few regrets on our death-bed.  

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