Today I picked up a worn old book that I read 73 years ago. Yes, I was seven. My namesake aunt had gifted it to me for Christmas. Because it held a great fascination to me I have dragged it through many moves, college days and then our homes and more college days. I didn't read it again, until today. Instantly I was put in touch with a lodestar that has truly affected my life. Once again I was meeting the invincible, courageous girl I meant to become. "She understands what she sees, her eyes are in the right place," remarked the grandfather to himself.
From the moment Heidi's life with grandfather begins she bustles around happily. She makes her bed out of hay, drinks the goat milk, time passes, as she learns to appreciate and listen. "...then the wind began to roar louder than ever through the fir trees; Heidi listened with delight to the sound, and it filled her heart so full of gladness that she skipped and danced around the old trees, as if some unheard of joy had come to her." Maybe this is why I hear the wind and love it so.
After the first day on the mountain Heidi tells her grandfather, "It was so beautiful. The fire and the roses on the rocks, and the blue and yellow flowers, and look what I have brought you," as she empties her apron of the wild flowers she had picked. "Oh, Grandfather, what has happened?" His reply was classic grandfather. "They like to stand out there in the sun, and not to be shut up in an apron." The life lessons never end though my little self never knew I was reading life lessons. Be gentle and kind to animals, respect your elders, be obedient. Help those in need like the grandmother in the tumbling down house. Make real friends like Peter and give him half of your lunch if this pleases him. When her happiness on the mountain with Grandfather is cut short, she never gives up knowing she must get back to him. And, when after great hardship she returns to the mountain, its beauty fills her heart so that she impulsively puts her hands together when she reads to the grandmother,
"Joy shall be ours, In that garden blest, Where after storm, We find our rest - I wait in peace - God's time is best."
Very simple words that did not diminish the joyful emotion that filled Heidi as her life on the mountain was put back into order. Happiness for her was found in the small and simple ways that Grandfather had taught. The story continues with working out the details of Heidi, her grandmother and the Grandfather and Peter all finding new stability. Even the Frankfurt family that brought grief and separation to Heidi is smoothed out, renewed and rediscovering the simple life. Clara, Heidi's playmate is taken from luxury to simplicity. She marvels that, "As long as I remember I have only eaten because I was obliged to...now I am longing for Grandfather to bring the milk."
Heidi rejoices clinging to her grandmother saying, "Hasn't it all come about, grandmother, just like the hymn I read to you last time? Grandmother responds, "Yes, Heidi, and many other good things too which God has sent me." And the book actually concludes with this theme. "Heidi, read me one of the hymns! I feel I can do nothing for the remainder of my life but thank the Father in Heaven for the mercies He has shown us."
I closed the book pondering its meaning for me. I turned back to the frontispiece and note the publisher was the GOLDSMITH Publishing Company, Chicago, Illinois. A long way away from this little girl receiving this book in the small city that was called Fort William, now Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada.
This is the message of my life, taught to me by parents and grandparents. To live thanking God for small and great mercies. To realize I live in a glorious world my Heavenly Father meant me to enjoy. When suffering, darkness, despair and evil frighten me, I must lift my eyes up to the proverbial hills and find refuge. Find the wonder in the wind, marvel at a tiny seed's germination, listen to the jenny wren sing, cherish my family, hold them as dear as life. Always remembering each wind call, every seed and birdsong, all of the family is a great mercy - given to me as a gift. Thank you, thank you, thank you, forever, my great and holy God.
(This book was read in conjunction with German Literature Month hosted by Caroline and Lizzy. Thank you for sponsoring the event, and thank you, mother, for sharing this book with me since I was a little girl.)
