”And you, of tender years,
Can't know the fears that your elders grew by,
And so please help them with your youth,
They seek the truth before they can die.”
--- “Teach Your Children” – lyrics by Graham Nash
Katie Nelson, living in L.A., is on the verge of divorce, although she hasn’t shared that information with her family, yet. She’s just moved her father into assisted living facility due to his Alzheimer’s, her husband growing more distant in the months she spent taking care of her father before then.
As a child, Katie often accompanied her father on his endless quests for stamps, always looking for ”a gem”. Thrift shops, garage sales, estate sales, they went looking for those gems, finding beauty in the ordinary. She didn’t really understand it, didn’t understand what about it excited him so much, but she loved being a part of it, being with him.
”Once we took a family trip to DC and saw the Hope Diamond at the Smithsonian, he turned to me and said: That’s what I’m looking for, Kate. Though I doubted my father would ever find it in the thrift stores of Southern California.”
But she doesn’t see them that way, and now that her father has given her his entire stamp collection, boxes and boxes of envelopes, stamps, she isn’t sure what to do with it. She makes calls and eventually goes to the office of the only stamp dealer who returned her call, Benjamin Grossman. He tells her to give him a week or two, and he’ll let her know if there is anything of value, or of interest, among the boxes.
In 1938 Austria, Frederick Faber, known throughout Austria for his engraving skills and artistry, has just hired Kristoff as his latest apprentice. Kristoff has long admired Faber’s work, so he considers this opportunity to learn from the hands of Frederick Faber, a gift. He will be paid, five schilling a week, but will also receive room and board with the family in their home. The family consisting of Frederick, his wife, and their two daughters: Elena, seventeen, one year younger than Kristoff, and Miriam, thirteen.
Kristoff’s room was in the attic, so it was cold, even bundled under two blankets it was hard to stay warm. Still, it was far better than the orphanage he grew up in, after his birth mother left him on the steps of the orphanage.
Frederick is getting on in age, and his hands have begun to shake occasionally, but Kristoff feels it is taking him longer to perfect his engraving than it should. He has begun to feel as though these people are his family, he loves waking up and seeing the woods outside the house, of having such wonderful food prepared at the end of each day. He enjoys the time he spends with the family, and sketches Elena’s pictures when he is not working. He enjoys partaking in their Jewish rituals, feels at peace, accepted.
In 1989 Los Angeles, when Benjamin Grossman contacts Katie to let her know that he thinks he may have found something of interest, a sealed letter with an unusual stamp, he helps her try to track down more information. Katie wants to find this person, if possible, to make sure they get this letter that has been waiting for them all these years.
In November of 1989, Katie’s grandmother is celebrating East Germany’s announcement of the opening of the Berlin Wall. Another historic moment, particularly for Katie’s grandmother who was born in East Germany, and had waited, praying that someday she would be able to return there to see the places she recalled as a child.
Eventually, these stories merge over time, but I wasn’t in any hurry to get there, because this really is a lovely story. It incorporates the stories of those postage stamp engravers who became a part of resistance movements during World War II, how certain stamps were designed to assist the resistance, how engravers were able to use their skills to provide forgeries that assisted others in leaving for life in safer countries.
I could not – I did not put this book down until I was finished reading the story, the transitions between 1938 Austria and 1989 Los Angeles were very fluid, it never dragged or felt disconnected.
The Author’s Note contained some additional information that you should make sure to read once you finish the story. I loved her personal addition of a letter she sent to her grandmother, saved by her grandmother, had inspired this story. It reminded me of the letter my grandmother sent to me, which I received days after I had learned of her death. A divine message.
”Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you will cry,
So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.”
--“Teach Your Children, lyrics – Graham Nash