Adelsverein - The Gathering - The Book Locker
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<strong>Adelsverein</strong>: <strong>The</strong> <strong>Gathering</strong><br />
upstairs, and their children had run out to chase chickens in the yard.<br />
Here were their roots set, generations deep. Although Magda was not<br />
truly one of them by blood, she had still lived here for nearly all of<br />
her life as Vati’s much-loved oldest daughter.<br />
“So it would,” and Vati’s eyes looked grave behind his glasses,<br />
as he opened the door into the farmhouse kitchen. “We could hardly<br />
take it all with us.” <strong>The</strong>y stepped into the little entry and from there<br />
into the warmth of the kitchen, scoured as clean as a new pin, full of<br />
the smell of food cooking and the yeasty scent of bread on the rise,<br />
“Christian, my heart, my hands are all over flour!” exclaimed<br />
Magda’s mother from beside the trough of dough. “You are early.”<br />
Hannah Vogel Steinmetz did not look like either of her daughters: she<br />
was a plump little wren of a woman, brown-haired and rosy. Vati<br />
kissed her on the lips with a good enthusiastic smack before he was<br />
swarmed by his sons, Friedrich and Johann and granddaughter Anna,<br />
with joyous shouts of “Vati! Opa!” and a treble chorus of questions<br />
and accounts of what had been going on over the last few days.<br />
<strong>The</strong> boys were twins of the age of seven, as alike as two peas for<br />
looks, having Vati’s grey eyes and Mutti’s fair to light brown hair, but<br />
very different in nature. Johann was serious and shy, Friedrich a<br />
daring scamp. It baffled Magda when people claimed they couldn’t<br />
tell the boys apart. Friedrich’s face was rounder, and he was the<br />
outgoing, happy-go-lucky adventurer. Johann’s face was thinner; he<br />
was the more timid and serious one. Magda didn’t think much of<br />
people who didn’t notice those elemental differences. Weren’t they<br />
looking closely enough; how could they not see something so simple?<br />
<strong>The</strong>ir niece Anna had serious dark brown eyes like her father,<br />
Hansi Richter, her mother Liesel’s dimples and brown curls too short<br />
and wispy to be woven into plaits. A solemn-faced little mite, she<br />
could on occasion be brought to laugh, a happy little trilling sound<br />
almost like a bird. All the younger children addressed Magda as<br />
‘Auntie Magda’, since she was so very much older than they. Now<br />
Magda set Vati’s box of tools in the cupboard by the door and put the<br />
emigrant pamphlet into the pocket of her apron, for later.<br />
“Children!” Hannah chided them, “Boys, you must behave!”<br />
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