It was my Grandmothers Birthday; February the 13th. February is also the last and final month of the Fashing season (Like Mardi Graw) It starts November the 11th at 11AM and ends in February !
Here is a clip from my mothers writings:
SO I ask our Muttel (My spiritual mother) to look over the children for a few hours in the afternoon so I could go and visit my Mother in law to congratulate her on her Birthday. She ask me to stay over or at least stay for dinner. I told her I was too restless today and I have to go back to the children. I can not understand why Children and Adults running around in costumes and mask in such a bad time. All that made me shiver.
When I came home the children already been in bed sleeping. Muttel had gone home and Hanna, our Babysitter, stayed with the children. I prepared something to eat for me and no sooner had I begun the eat the air-raid warning sirens started to wail. We dressed the children rapidly and hurried into the cellar. A weird crashing and roaring followed but our house was not hit by the bombs.
After a while we could go back in to our Apartment, this time. All windows where broken, curtains on fire and many things where damaged. Only the window in the children’s room were not destroyed. I told the children to keep their shoes and clothes on and to lay down. I spent my time praying and walked repeatedly to the broken windows. A strong wind blew through the whole apartment. After two hours the air-raid warning sirens started to wail again.
Their sound was strange that night. The Children woke up quickly but little Peter slept so soundly that he did not notice that I had wrapped him in a wet cover. We had to take him in his pajamas down to the cellar where I laid him down immediately. The little chap continued to sleep soundly. I went to the small cellar window, which looked onto the street, and I got an awful scare to see flares which looked like Christmas trees above our houses. The spread of daylight in the dark night. I hurried back to my children and I told the children to lay down on the stone floor and I laid down in front of them in order to protect them, just as I had done in my dream. Suddenly a terrible storm blew through the passage-ways of the cellar, producing a great air pressure, which lifted the bricks and hurled us into the air like a piece of paper. Just a few minutes previously I had whispered to my children not to be afraid that God would protect us. We were in his hands.