Anita recalls leaving Latvia with her parents in October 1944, escaping the communist regime in order to stay alive. She was ten years old. Click arrow at right for transcription.
AT: Well, October 3rd, 1944, I was standing on the deck of a German ship in Riga, Latvia, and it was sort of… [an] overcast day. It was raining a little bit, but everybody was on the deck, and when the ship started moving very slowly, they all started to sing the Latvian national anthem. And that was the second time in my life when I saw my mom cry. Because I had been so excited – we’re going on a ship, God only knows where – I didn’t care, but that was exciting. And mom was crying.
MS: And you were fifteen?
AT: No, ten.
MS: You were ten? Oh wow, you were ten.
Anita Terauds recalls her family’s immigration sponsor in the United States. Click arrow at right for transcription.
"Everybody had to have a sponsor. That was true for those who wanted to go to America. There was also rules and regulations. They – my parents – for instance, had to promise not to become economic burdens to the United States. Thanks to Communists, my dad had--well he was paralyzed. His right arm couldn’t be used any more. He regained use of his right leg. But there was only one person who could earn a living, because I was still officially not able to work. And he was an invalid. So, we had difficult times trying to find a sponsor.
And this Latvian pastor, he was a Baptist pastor, he had been in the States since, I don't know, the ‘20s or something like that? He realized that there were all kinds of people like us and he decided to sponsor, help find sponsors for those families, and that’s how it came. And our first stop was at his house. It was kind of a big building near Dupont Circle and unfortunately it’s been torn down now, and, we were laughing – okay, from one DP camp in Germany to another one in the United States! Because we’re about 25, 30 families sleeping together. And he let us stay until the time anybody found work and a place to live, and that was perfect."
"Kas tos trimdas ratus tālāk stums?!" (Latvian)
Translation: "Who will continue to push the cart of exile onward?!"
This cartoon drawing of Latvian children pushing a cart carrying adults (date unknown) represents the challenges of living in exile, questioning who will continue the work of exiled Latvians. It hung in the foyer of her apartment. Anita reflects on its meaning: