I've been preoccupied with moving lately but as I delved into a book from my father's family history, I realized the move I was making was nothing compared to what he had to endure. Escaping famine, religious persecution, looting and his own father's murder, my dad left the turmoil of Russia behind for a new start in Canada.
I asked him many times what had happened in Russia before he left. He only told me once, then it was through tears as he recounted the excitement turned to fear and devastating loss in the days before they left.
My father gave me, Hierschau by Helmut Huebert, an account of the Mennonite community he grew up in, but I had never read it before today - Father's Day. I was shocked to find in it the details of my grandfather's murder and the events leading up to my father's departure.
|A portrait of Catherine the Great.|
Mennonites streamed in to Southern Russia and enjoyed peace and prosperity there for well over a hundred years. The Mennonite colony in Hierschau was founded in 1848 and my father was born there in 1910. But the world Henry Peter Dyck was born into was no longer peaceful. In 1914 Germany declared war on Russia. Food shortages, riots, murders and political unrest marred life in the Russian cities. Although the Mennonite colonies in the south were not as affected by these incidents, the upheaval around them soon reached their land. When the German troops occupied this area in 1918, the Mennonites hoped for some stability. The Germans were not there for long before the Red Army took over. Anarchy and terror reigned as the Red and White Armies fought each other, often in the fertile fields of these Mennonite colonies.
The new government did not honor Catherine the Great's agreement with the Mennonites. Their young men were being conscripted into the army, their religious freedom was gone and officials were interfering with religious instruction in Mennonite schools. Then a large-scale famine hit the fertile Mennonite colonies. Hunger was rampant and local bandits would pilfer food at the cost of others lives. Their monetary currency, the ruble, had been so devalued a barrel-full could not even buy a loaf of bread.
Canada and Paraguay had opened their doors to immigrants and many of the families in Russia were making plans to leave. In August 1926, my father's family sold the last of their possessions and updated their passports, getting ready for the long train and boat trip to Eastern Canada.
The Dyck's were leaving with the Willms family and so had a combined auction to raise some money for the trip. August 24, 1926 was a beautiful day. The borscht flowed freely and articles sold well. My grandfather, Peter Dyck, worked into the night organizing their belongings and counting the money made by the sale. He stayed overnight at the Willms place to protect the large amount of money hidden in the bed mattresses. My dad's oldest brother, Frank, was there too for added security.
Before going to sleep, my grandfather thanked his heavenly Father for the blessings of the day and asked for God's protection on them during the night. Three other men had come to help act as watchmen. Late in the night, as they chatted on the front porch, they heard the creaking of a wagon in the distance. Before they could investigate, bandits suddenly attacked. One of the watchmen was shot, the bullet just grazing his scalp. My dad's brother, Frank, ran to wake the others inside the house but was clubbed over the head and left for dead.
By this time the families were awake and the men tried to make sure the women and children could get safely to the barn. As my grandfather was jumping through a window, he was shot in the head and killed instantly. More shots rang out and one of the bandits was injured as well. As quickly as they attacked, the bandits scattered, without finding the hidden money.
All the gunshots had roused the village and people ran to the Willms house to help. My grandmother, Katharina, thought one of the men on security had been shot. As she came to offer her condolences she found, to her horror, that her husband was dead.
When my dad told me about my grandfather's death, tears overwhelmed him. It was a shock to his whole family. His brother, Frank, recovered from the blow he took to his head and an emotional funeral was held for Peter Dyck a few days later. All eight children cried uncontrollably. Then in early September, the whole family left for a new country, a new life - one without their father.
Fourty-four years after my grandfather was murdered, an anonymous request came from Russia through a third party, asking forgiveness from the Dyck family for this murder. Katharina was no longer living. She had actually stayed with my family for over a year and even though I was a young child, I had a chance to know my strong-willed grandmother.
My dad was a quiet man but had a deep spiritual strength that marked his life. I hope I will be able to pass on his legacy, of love and forgiveness, to others through my life.
Thanks for this thumbnail of a truly heart-wrenching story.ReplyDelete
It was heart-wrenching for me too! Such a shock to find my grandfather's story in this historical account. The fact that my dad and his other living siblings forgave this man for his actions made me proud. I hope I would react the same way in similar circumstances.ReplyDelete
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Laura says, “Amazing story, Doris - you painted a memorable picture for us of perseverance and love. Thanks for sharing.”
Alison says, “Thanks for this, Doris! Brad's Grandma Agnes Klassen was a Russian Mennonite, settling in Medicine Hat to work the beet fields.Will have to score a copy of this book for all of us to read.”
Debra says, “That is quite a testimony. Forgiveness is a powerful action. I also feel for the people involved with the crime. It has probably haunted that man for years.”
Tim says, “Fantastich stuff, Doris; love this kind of material which iz why I iz a history nerd. Doris, have you ever read any of Miriam Toews’ material...A Complicated Kindness, her new one is Irma Voth on Mexican Mennonites...somebody told me this weekend that there are now as many as 20,000 Mexican Mennonites living in southern AB around Lethbridge/Taber working on farms/sugar beets...Miriam has a very dark take on Menno history...her first book Swing Low is on her father's suicide...sadly, her sister also took her own life last year...I'm sure anyone with a Menno history would be interested - and not a few have been quite upset - by her take on her growing up in Mennonite circles.
Tim, I have read some of Miriam Toews' novels, both A Complicated Kindness and The Flying Troutman's. I have yet to read Irma Voth. I agree that she has a dark take on Mennonite history, partially due to her background. I had heard about her sister's suicide. It's so brutal to have to go through that. I can see why her perspective is so dark.ReplyDelete
Wow! What a terrible experience for your family... and what a tribute to your father that he was willing to forgive. He sounds like he was such an amazing man!ReplyDelete
What an amazing 'coincidence' that you picked up this book and read it on Father's Day!
Is this book available at the library, do you know? Since some of my family had a similar mennonite background it'd be interesting to read it to get a better understanding of their experiences.
I didn't know you were dutch background! Learn something new about 'cha every day!! ;)
Joy, thanks for your comments. Unfortunately this book is not available at the library. The author is not a well-known historian and he is writing about a specific Mennonite colony and tracing their roots. It's a well written book though. And I have no idea what possessed me to pick it up on Father's Day. Probably not coincidence :)ReplyDelete
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Anthony says, “Thanks for the inspiration Doris! Some more incredibly Beautiful examples you might like to add to your GrandFather and Father are Richard Wurmbrand and Nelson Mandela, (They're probably already in your collection I’m sure). I read some amazing quotes from Mr. Wurmbrand and Mr.Mandela online recently. Thanks again!!”
Gisela says, “Doris, this is fantastic! Thanks for posting this incredible account.”
April says, “Thanks for sharing Doris. What a great legacy!”