Living Life to Its Fullest

by Meryl K Evans | Category: Books 8 comments

Welcome to meryl’s notes blog (this here place you’re lookin’ at) in Plano, Texas. We’re honored to be a stop in Sonia Korn-Grimani’s WOW! Women On Writing Blog tour. We’re giving away a signed copy of “Sonia’s Song” [affiliate]. Read on to see how you can win.

About Sonia Korn-Grimani: Sonia Korn Grimani photo Living Life to Its FullestSonia Korn-Grimani earned her doctorate in French literature and the teaching of foreign languages, and directed a multi-cultural language program at UNESCO. With her husband John, and their children Anthony and Renee, Sonia traveled and lived all over the world. In her album Cantos al Amor, Sonia sings in 16 languages. In 1989, Dr. Korn-Grimani was knighted Chevalier dans l’Ordre des Palmes Académiques, and in 1996 she was decorated Officier des Palmes Académiques.

Living Life to Its Fullest by Sonia Korn-Grimani

Railroad track 204x300 Living Life to Its FullestThe following fragment is from the Chapter “Hidden Cargo” from my memoir “Sonia’s Song.” It is June 1939, and my brother Heini and I, at the time aged 9 and 7, have been left by smugglers 40 kilometers from the German-Belgian border. The smugglers told us to walk along the track until morning and hide if we hear anyone coming. Even though it took place more than 70 years ago, I remember this long journey, fraught with danger, with extreme detail. At any moment, we could have been discovered by soldiers or sympathizers along the way. It was just one of many, many times that we lived through terrible danger before and during the war.

We continue along the tracks, towards the border. Night deepens. I hear sounds through the trees — rustling leaves and then branches cracking. Is someone following us? I grab Heini’s arm. He’s heard it too. We start to run.

We run through the darkness, until we are out of breath and our legs give out. I can’t catch my breath and wonder if I am breathing too loud, if my breath will give us away.

I hold my breath and listen. The wind rustles the branches of the fir trees. An owl calls, inquisitively, then silence. Maybe we outran them, whomever they were. We continue our walk west along the tracks.

The crescent moon lowers and sets behind the trees. Don’t leave us Moon we will be all alone in the dark. Just then I hear rumbling again on the tracks. Heini grabs my arm and we throw ourselves into the side of ditch, although it is shallower this time. I press my face into the dirt, and hold my breath.

After the train passes, I roll over carefully, open my eyes, and look up into the night sky. Even though I am too anxious to feel hungry, my tummy grumbles, loud enough for Heini to hear. He pulls out his butter sandwich and tears it in half, then half again. He hands a piece to me, and the butter, a rare treat, tastes like the best meal I’ve ever had. I try to keep the flavor on my tongue as long as I can.

“I suppose we’ve been walking for four hours. We still have a long way to go yet. I doubt we’re even a third of the way there,” whispers Heini.

We press on as fast as we can. After a few more hours, my toes blister, each step becoming painful. I curl my toes to prevent them from rubbing my shoe, but this only helps so much.

“Sonia — train!” We bolt off the tracks, jump into the ditch and wait.

After the train passes, I look up and find Polaris overhead. I see the great wagon and the kneeling giant Hercules with his club making his way across the sky, as we make our way to an uncertain future. The stars become our guide, our hope, our comfort, lighting our way in the darkness.

So much of my life during the war feels like it was broken up into little bits. We were in hiding, living for weeks and months on the run with the Nazis always just a step behind us. Each day, each moment, we didn’t know what was lurking around the corner, what the day would bring, or if we would ever see each other again.  I remember each time I’d see my mother I would try to savor that moment in time, because I honestly didn’t know if that would be the last time I’d see her.

And the thing is, we didn’t really know then, and we don’t really know now. Perhaps it is an effect from living day-to-day, and experiencing deprivation and danger for such prolonged periods of time as a small child, but I remember many times during the war my senses being heightened, and my world reduced to what I could see, hear, and smell at that instant. The past didn’t matter, the future didn’t matter. All that exists, really, is the present.

After war’s end, I was able to book passage on an Italian migrant ship, the SS Napoli, which was filled with hundreds of other people like me from war-ravaged Europe, all trying to seek a better life for ourselves. We left from Naples, Italy, and traveled past Egypt on the Suez Canal. During our nights on board the ship, we congregated on the top deck and sang to entertain ourselves. The passengers fervently loved Italian operas. They asked me if I know any Puccini arias, and I sang for them and led them in song. There we were, a chorus of fellow émigrés from all over Europe, united in harmony, singing Puccini under the summer night sky.

We were all so tired, so weary of the war, of our past, of our circumstances. But I felt a shared sense of determination to make something of ourselves in our new land. It was a time of joy as we ventured to our new home, a time to reinvent our lives and break from our past, and a time of sorrow for leaving a part of us behind us. And as I was singing beautiful songs under the night sky with my fellow émigrés, I felt a pure joy as I lost myself in the music and the summer night and the companionship of the other travelers.

I looked up at the stars and thought of the time Heini and I were laying in the soil, trying to disappear into the ground as the trains would pass us by on that fateful trip, pretending very hard not to exist, catching a glimpse of the great hunter in the night sky. And as we were trying to momentarily slip out of existence, so too did our fears and troubles, at least, for a brief instant.

We tend to cling to the past, and always make plans about the future. But in the moment, you are who you are, no more, no less; you are perfect, you are the sum of all that has happened in your past, you are the vessel of potential for every good thing that will do in your future.  And if you get lost, the stars to will always be there to guide you on your way.

sonias song book cover Living Life to Its FullestAbout Sonia Korn-Grimani‘s Book: At the age of eight, little Sonia Korn is declared an enemy of the German State. She and her family are given a grim option; either find a way to disappear, or be rounded up and sent to certain death. After a perilous escape to the Belgian border, and becoming caught in the chaos and carnage of war-torn France and Belgium, Sonia finds that she must give up everything she knows and loves just to survive. This is the complex true story of one girl, who rises from war’s ashes to sing the songs of hope and love world-wide. A heart-wrenching and poignant memoir, by internationally renowned singer Sonia Korn-Grimani.

Comment and win: The prize: winner gets signed copy of “Sonia’s Song.” For a chance to win, please leave at least a 30-word comment about how you live life to its fullest or what music means to you. You have until 11:59pm on  October 11, 2012 to qualify for the drawing. The unbiased and robotic Random.org has the honor of picking the winner.

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8 comments

  • Posted by Karen Swim on October 5th, 2012, 6:43 PM

    Sonia, I am so inspired by your courageous journey. It is amazing how music can have such a powerful, healing effect. Music for me often provides the soundtrack to my soul, expressing things that mere words cannot adequately capture. When I’m down, music lifts me and when I am joyful music gives me a place to celebrate.

  • Posted by Melissa on October 5th, 2012, 6:54 PM

    It looks very interesting, I will follow up on it one my monthly bookstore visit… Question is it on audible.com?

  • Posted by Elisa Miller on October 5th, 2012, 10:17 PM

    Wow – Sonia really has a story to tell. I was diagnosed with Liver Cancer in Jan. 2001. It turned out to be the worst year of my life (including the lunacy of 9/11–the day I was scheduled to FLY back to Texas from Philly…a colleague of mine said that a cancer diagnosis will change you.. I didn’t believe it at the time, but I certainly do now… all these years later. I know that I really enjoy my job, but my family comes first. I look for the best in people and don’t mind a bit if some negative folks fall by the wayside. I try to live like to the fullest, as I have no idea how much time I have and I don’t want my last feelings to be those of regret.

  • Posted by Lori on October 9th, 2012, 7:22 AM

    Lovely story.

    I live by understanding what’s really important. It’s not work. It’s not making money. It’s about being close to the people I love who love me. It’s about knowing each minute has potential for fond memories. It’s about spending them respectfully – treating my loved ones as I want to be treated, appreciating them, and appreciating that time is short and each minute should be the best minute we can have together.

    In meditation, we have a practice of walking through the day with the feeling that all is God. It changes how you interact with people.

  • Posted by meryl on October 12th, 2012, 7:46 AM

    The winner of this book is Lori! Congratulations, Lori! Thanks all for commenting. I’d say I did my little part to appreciate life yesterday when I walked my old dog (has cataracts) who spotted a little butterfly and tried to chase it.

  • Posted by Lori on October 12th, 2012, 1:22 PM

    Yippee!! Thanks, Meryl. I’m so looking forward to reading it!

  • Posted by Yary on October 23rd, 2012, 12:25 PM

    Hello Melissa (Oct 5th)- there is no audiobook of Sonia’s Song as yet, though we do have Sonia reading the first three chapters as a free stream. You can hear her sing a few songs there too! Click the link on my name above to be taken to that page.

    And thanks all for the kind and thoughtful responses. It took a lot of hard work to bring Sonia’s story to the world and it is good to know it’s brought light into some lives.

  • Posted by meryl on October 23rd, 2012, 12:27 PM

    Thanks for letting us know, Melissa!


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