WOMAN OF STRENGTH, A WOMAN OF VALUE
Life and Loss Take Strength and Courage
“The
universe is made of stories, not of atoms.” Muriel Rukeyser
A
story adapted from Miriam Daughter of
Finnish Immigrants (Outskirts Press), a book coauthored by Diane Dettmann
and her aunt, Miriam Dloniak Kaurala. Book reprinted in 2008 in memory of
Miriam Dloniak.
My
grandmother holds no awards recognizing her accomplishments. Her name is not
embossed on a star in Hollywood or etched on a granite memorial wall. Yet like
many women of the past, she made valuable contributions to the quality of her
family’s life and to the lives of others. Sharing stories of the strength and
perseverance of everyday women of the past inspires women of today to see the
value in their own lives.
My grandmother, Hilja Lukkarila
Kaurala, was born on October 8, 1888 in Simo, Finland located a short distance
from the border of Sweden. When she was twenty-one, she packed up her
belongings, left her family behind and came to America. After three years of
working as a housekeeper for the wealthy members of society she became
disillusioned with her unfulfilled dreams of America. She returned to Finland,
but life there was dull and unpromising. In 1913, on the ship coming back to
America, she met my grandfather, Paul Kaurala. She entered the United States
through Ellis Island, my grandfather through Montreal, Canada. Some how they
found their way to northern Minnesota where they reconnected and married in
1917.
Before she married, my grandmother
like many of the young women immigrants in the early 1900s, worked as a
domestic. Determined to build a life in the new country and become an American,
she took jobs as a cook, laundress, childcare worker, and seamstress. After she
married my grandfather, they rented a house in Ely, Minnesota where she devoted
herself entirely to making a home for her family. In 1923 they outgrew their
house and moved to a small piece of land in the country that my grandfather had
purchased before they were married.
With four children under the age of
six and a baby on the way, Hilja tackled the rigors of life in the wilderness
with nothing but her two hands to help. My grandfather purchased an old,
two-room house with a small attic, which he hauled to the site with horses. The
bed bug infested house was not exactly my grandmother’s “dream” house, but she
used her resourcefulness and ingenuity to turn the house into a home. Every
Saturday for the first year she saturated a rag with kerosene and wiped down
the coil springs on the beds. Then she dusted the mattresses with Watkins
Bedbug powder. Her diligence paid off, within the year the bedbugs disappeared.
The first year in the wilderness of
northern Minnesota the family faced chickenpox, measles, and the bitter cold
winter, but my grandmother never gave up. With her hands, always busy, she
nurtured her newborn son, picked berries for pies, knitted warm woolen mittens,
and created clothing out of cloth flour sacks. Life on the farm required a
commitment to family and hard work. Hilja never hesitated to pick up a hay rake
during the hot summer hay season or take the long cold walk to the barn in the
subzero winter to milk cows. There were times that my grandmother probably
thought of giving up or yearned for a more rewarding life, but she forged
forward committing her skills and talents to her family’s survival and success.
During the week my grandfather
worked in the mines in Ely fifteen miles north of the farm. On the bitter cold
winter nights, with wolves howling in the distance, alone Hilja gathered her
four young daughters around their wooden kitchen table. Under the glow of a
flickering kerosene light with a wood fire crackling in the stove, she taught
the girls how to embroider. Even the youngest three-year old daughter joined in
with a needle, thread and small piece of fabric. The long Minnesota winters
provided the women with many happy hours of stitching and chatting that bonded
them together.
During World War II my grandmother
belonged to a local Victory Club. At one of the meetings she suggested the
group make cookies to send to the servicemen. When she was voted down, she came
home with a firm resolution to undertake the project herself. Sugar rationing
was in effect at the time but my wise grandmother had purchased a fifty-pound
sack of sugar before the rationing started. For days Hilja and one of her
daughters baked cookies. They mailed thirty boxes overseas so each soldier from
their community received a box. When the thank-you notes arrived, my
grandmother treasured each one. Four months later, she had a shoebox full of
notes from grateful servicemen. She cherished those special notes until her
death in 1965.
Strong, courageous women surround us
every day at work, in our neighborhoods and in the broader community. Like my
grandmother many of them positively impact other’s lives and make a difference
in our world. I hope my grandmother’s story inspires other women to see their
strengths, value and potential. By sharing our stories we empower others!
Diane Dettmann, a writer,
teacher and presenter, is interested in issues related to women and education. She
is the author of Courageous Footsteps: A
WWII Novel and Twenty-Eight Snow
Angels A Widow’s Story of Love, Loss and Renewal. Diane is currently
working on the sequel to Courageous
Footsteps that will be released in the summer of 2016. She is also the co-author of Miriam Daughter of Finnish Immigrants
and a contributing author for the national Women’s Voices for Change
organization in New York City. Information about her books available at https://www.amazon.com/author/dianedettmann
To
order autographed copies contact Diane at ddettmann@q.com
