Preservings 11 (1997) - Plett Foundation
Preservings 11 (1997) - Plett Foundation
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No. <strong>11</strong>, December, <strong>1997</strong><br />
A typical ox-drawn vehicle used by the Chortitzer immigrants to the East Paraguay in 1948. Ironically the<br />
1948 Sommerfeld and Bergthal Colonies have turned out to be the wealthiest Mennonite Colonies in Paraguay<br />
because the land was much more fertile and the eastern part of Paraguay is more densely populated and<br />
highly developed, etc.<br />
There, in an abandoned mill 428 people,<br />
including my parents and siblings, found refuge<br />
from the cold temperatures and winds of<br />
a South American winter.<br />
The hardships of the journey, the overcrowded<br />
facilities in the mill, and the lack of<br />
proper nutrition, took a devastating toll. Dysentery<br />
sapped the health of children and adults<br />
alike, and in the aftermath nine children lay<br />
buried in the German section of the Spanish<br />
cemetery in Villarica, South America.<br />
Our family was not spared; two of those<br />
nine were my siblings. Within forty-eight<br />
hours of each other, my father and mother<br />
buried their youngest children, five-week-old<br />
Helena and two-year-old Isaac. My father of<br />
few words takes five pages in his diary to com-<br />
Ben S. Wiebe slaughtering a hog during the time in<br />
Villarica, Paraguay in 1948. In the background is the<br />
tent in which the family lived.<br />
municate the emotions he experienced during<br />
this time of devastating sorrow. He writes that<br />
he had always hoped to father at lead two children,<br />
a son and a daughter. And happily within<br />
three years of marriage to my mother, this wish<br />
was granted.<br />
“Our measure of gladness was overflowing,”<br />
he writes. “What we had hoped for had<br />
come true. We were given two beautiful children,<br />
who in the short time we had them, gave<br />
us such happiness! But our joy was not to be<br />
for long. God desires them to return to Him;<br />
we must let Him have His way. He gave them<br />
to us, and now He has taken them back to<br />
Himself. To Him we give honour, praise and<br />
thanksgiving.”<br />
My father then expresses his gratitude that<br />
he and mother still had “five wonderful children<br />
remaining”.<br />
Settling the Land.<br />
In October of 1948 my parents embarked<br />
on the final lag of their long journey. “We left<br />
Villarica by oxcart to claim the land we had<br />
come such a long way to farm,” writes Father.<br />
“The journey is incredibly hard, up-hill and<br />
down, through dense forests, and mud, and ravines<br />
and swollen rivers, all in a strange land<br />
where everything is unfamiliar.”<br />
But the pioneer spirit so necessary to forge<br />
ahead in a new land was also present throughout<br />
the difficulties. Father’s last entry before<br />
they reached their destination was: “During a<br />
difficult, discouraging day such as we have<br />
just been through, when nothing comes right,<br />
in a land that is unfamiliar, on a road never<br />
before travelled, and night comes on, and one<br />
is still a long, long way from shelter, then one’s<br />
character is put to the test, and one quickly<br />
discovers the sincerity of brotherhood or how<br />
deep is one’s love for one’s neighbour.’<br />
“So we felt that dreary, heartbreaking<br />
night. But when morning came, dawning as it<br />
did with a glorious sunrise, all was better<br />
again. And after some reflection, we simply<br />
59<br />
had to agree; it had not been so bad after all.<br />
Things could easily have been a lot worse. We<br />
were fortunate to have come through as well<br />
as we did.”<br />
That was the last entry in Father’s diary<br />
for a year. Nothing is written of the time spent<br />
living on the land. I wondered why; there<br />
surely must have been experiences to write<br />
about.<br />
Visit 1996.<br />
And that brings this story to now, nearly<br />
fifty years later. My parents left Paraguay in<br />
October of ‘49, and returned to Canada, to<br />
Grunthal, Manitoba, to live again on the farm<br />
(SE4-5-5E) where they had lived before the<br />
‘Auswandrung’ of ’48. Since I was born two<br />
years after their return, my link with Paraguay<br />
was almost nonexistent. But as I grew older,<br />
it began to be important to me that I explore<br />
my South American ‘roots’.<br />
My mother has two sisters living in Colony<br />
BergthaL East Paraguay, and in October of<br />
1996, I was privileged to visit them. I was met<br />
by wonderful relatives, Jacob and Anna Funk,<br />
who picked me up from the airport in<br />
Asuncion, and took me the nearly 300 kilometers<br />
to Colony Bergthal. For two weeks I<br />
visited and had the unforgettable experience<br />
of meeting my aunts.<br />
I was not quite three when my mother died,<br />
The old abandoned sugar mill in Villarica. Here Ben<br />
S. Wiebe and some 428 others lived from early July<br />
until moving onto the land in October, 1948.<br />
and becoming acquainted with her sisters was<br />
like opening the door to knowing her. My<br />
Taunte Lein is said to be the most like my<br />
mother. She is a warm, happy, spirited woman,<br />
85 years old, and carries herself like someone<br />
half that age! She and my Taunte Tein revealed<br />
my mother to me by the stories they<br />
told of her life and childhood. We laughed and<br />
cried together, and when I said goodbye at the<br />
end of my visit, I felt both the joy of having<br />
found my ‘roots’ and the pain of that early<br />
loss.<br />
My relatives in Colony Bergthal took me<br />
in and gave me a glimpse of life as they live<br />
it. They gave me of their best in hospitality<br />
and in fellowship, and I will never forget the<br />
time I spent with them. I found that we share<br />
a great many aspirations; making a living, raising<br />
a family, and cherishing our grandchildren.<br />
Like us, they too have their society, their<br />
church and their God.<br />
I did ask my Taunte Lein if she could shed