September 6, 2017
I started out worrying terribly about people in the wrath of Hurricane Irma. I forced myself to do something productive. Set two goals, I told myself.
I’d study German and then I’d sort through a bag of papers.
My German textbook didn’t look inviting so I decided to put on a German-language movie and, at least, listen to the German voices while I sorted. Since I knew I’d only understand only a dozen words, I would put on the English subtitles. Netflix offered plenty of movies, but not many looked cheerful enough for this rainy Cramer Hill day.
I spied the 2015 Swiss film version of Heidi, based on the children’s book by Johanna Spryi. The title brought me back to an illustrated version of the book that I’d loved and read many times as a kid in North Camden. I remembered Mrs. Helen Faust, John S. Read Elementary, Grade Four, gave me the sequel, Heidi Grows Up, on the last day of school because I had been the best speller in the class. I hugged it that hardback book and floated home with it. (Thanks, Mrs. Faust. God bless generous, loving, thoughtful teachers.)
Fifty-seven years later, here I was, still in Camden, although in Cramer Hill, watching feisty Heidi, her aunt, her grandfather, her friends Peter and Klara appear on my TV, so familiar, long lost friends found again.
Amazingly enough, I have visited Switzerland many times because I have good friends there and so I have been blessed enough to have been to the Alps and the beautiful Swiss countryside. Today I was experiencing Switzerland again.
I had to put down the bag of papers, half-way sorted, and let myself be drawn into the story of an orphaned child who loves the mountains and those around her. Those old receipts, ads and catalogs could be sorted tomorrow.
This movie made my day. And, I even did recognize a dozen words in German.
Much love to all readers,
Marguerite (Wunsch) Ferra, Cramer Hill resident
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