Trug und Schein: A Correspondence

28. May 1938


O., on May 28, 1938

Dear Herr [Nord­hoff]!

By now you will  have recei­ved the gree­tings from our jovi­al get-tog­e­ther at the bridal sho­wer of our fel­low choir sin­ger Ilse Wend, which we held at the Restau­rant “Ger­ma­nia”. Today, now that I have slept off my small buzz and the wed­ding nup­ti­als are over, I want to ans­wer your lovely letter.

It might inte­rest you to hear some­thing about the goings-on in your for­mer home­town. Our own Minis­ter Ebert will most likely hold his fare­well ser­mon in 14 days. It is name­ly the Sunday when the fes­ti­val in A. is being held. Herr Kan­tor thinks this would be a rea­son for an urgent can­cel­la­ti­on of the the par­ty and has alrea­dy sent a let­ter to Leip­zig. Now comes the big secret — we will, of cour­se, be com­pen­sa­ted with a won­der­ful sug­ges­ti­on by our Herrn Kan­tor should the plans for this trip fall apart. But I might stay mum about it until I can tell you about it in person.

I was able to iden­ti­fy with your descrip­ti­ons of man’s rela­ti­ons­hip with God. Yet, I will admit, only after I read tho­se lines twice; but I don’t read them just twice, becau­se I never tire of rea­ding your let­ters again and again. It is as if I have final­ly found a peace­ful anchor after all of the tri­als and tri­bu­la­ti­ons. You have a pecu­li­ar effect on me. Ever­ything is writ­ten so sim­ply and truth­ful­ly and yet every sen­tence has a deeper mea­ning; a puri­ty, a power emana­tes from the­se lines, and I return to my duties with rene­wed con­fi­dence, with a fee­ling of secu­ri­ty. I often enter­tain the desi­re to immer­se mys­elf in issu­es which have not­hing to do with ever­y­day life. But I have too litt­le self-con­fi­dence, I fear my girl­friends will misun­derstand and ridi­cu­le me. In short, I lack a gui­ding hand. I dis­li­ke the way in which my girl­friends and so many other girls my age lead their lives. Most of them love ree­ling from one plea­su­re to ano­t­her — loo­king to get some degree of mileage out of it and in doing so unknowin­gly sin­king ever deeper. I do not in the sligh­test find it con­cei­ted and snoo­ty when one segre­ga­tes oneself from them becau­se one has the will to bet­ter oneself, to enrich one’s know­ledge not with empty, base things, but rather with things which are necessa­ry for ful­fil­ling com­ple­te­ly the assi­gned duties that life brings us — so as not to fail when chal­len­ged by tem­pes­tuous times. When one is young and healt­hy, the­re is not­hing more beau­ti­ful than lear­ning — to explo­re the world with all of its mysteries.

I am plea­sed that we have agreed to beco­me bet­ter acquain­ted, and yet this joy is mixed with a litt­le fear that I do not have the strength to beco­me a true com­pa­n­ion for you. — My vaca­ti­on days are at the end of July this time; sin­ce my boss is under­ta­king an exem­pla­ry upgrade of the fac­to­ry, we all have to take our 10 day vaca­ti­on at the same time. I only have three vaca­ti­on days for Pen­te­cost. I will lea­ve it up to you as to how you would like to orga­ni­ze our reunion.

Best wis­hes,

[Hil­de Laube].

Plea­se fol­low and like us:
28. May 1938

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