From the Desk of George Barnard September
Late last night I was hoping to 'find'
one of our Teachers - perhaps Aaron or Samuel -- for a lesson suitable
for all subscribers on all 11:11 language lists. Instead I received
a very much private message from a Midwayer, then one from another celestial
- again a private message.
Today, September 17, 2010, I've given much thought to these unrecorded
messages, and since they contained good basic advice, I will relate
to you something that likely saved my family from an early demise in
I was just three years old in 1942 when Germany ruled the Netherlands
with an ever-tightening grip. At that time, and since the start of the
war, the occupation had not changed things all that much. We did have
enough to eat as relatives and friends of our family owned farms in
the district. However, we were soon seen as potential enemies of the
Third Reich. Many of our coastal people were traders, multi-lingual
seafaring merchants, or fishermen, and from our coastal towns with their
long stretches of sandy beaches - ideal for an Allied invasion - we
needed to be moved to the south-east, the invaders considered.
The Germans forced us to leave our homes; made us move to the center
of the Netherlands where nothing would grow, for there was no good soil,
just sand and heather. Still, enough food could be bought with paper
money, but gold coins were getting somewhat scarcer now. My father had
'seen the writing on the wall' and he had horded some ten guilder gold
pieces long before the country was overrun. Then the arctic winter of
1944-1945 began to make life miserable for everyone. The central part
of the country had in fact been freed, but the infrastructure had fallen
apart. There was no food to be bought with paper money, as it was now
nearly worthless. Only gold still counted as currency. Starvation!
Some folks froze to death within their homes. Cats and dogs went into
the pot. They were long gone. The daily fare - if anything could be
gotten - consisted of sugar beets and tulip bulbs. My dad was down to
his last ten guilder gold coin, and he alone decided to trade this coin
with a man who still owned a horse and cart to move us all back to the
north-west. With his trust in God he took us back to the coastal town
where I was born . . . right back behind enemy lines!
It was the dare-devil move of his life, God bless his soul. We were
never strafed from the air or shot at by the bewildered German soldiers,
but at least some of us would not have lived if we had stayed any longer
where there was no more food to be found. At age five I weighed less
than an average three-year-old.
One private message of September 16 'suggested' one might have a little
silver coinage in the house as our utterly debased paper currencies
keep coming off the printing presses. That, in essence, was the recommendation
-- the other message was not relevant here.
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