Stones on a Grave

Kathy Kacer

Description

June 1964, Sara has never been out of the tiny town of Hope, Ontario, where she has been in an orphanage all her life.

After a fire destroys the Benevolent Home for Necessitous Girls, clues about her parentage—a medical certificate and a Star of David—lead her to Germany. Despite her fears—she doesn’t speak the language, she knows no one in Germany, and she’s never been on an airplane—Sara arrives in Germany determined to explore her newly discovered Jewish heritage and solve the mystery of her parentage. What she encounters is a country still dealing with the aftermath of the Holocaust. With the help of a handsome, English-speaking German boy, she discovers the sad facts of her mother’s brief existence and faces the horrible truth about her father. Ultimately, the knowledge she gains opens up her world and leads her to a deeper understanding of herself.

Part of the Secrets Series—a series of seven linked novels that can be read in any order.

The epub edition of this title is fully accessible.

Sujets

• Parents
• Orphans
• Holocaust
• Young Adult Fiction
• WW2
• Segunda Guerra Mundial
• Jews
• Orphan
• The Holocaust
• World War II
• Judaism
• East Germany
• Family
• Holocauste
• Seconde Guerre mondiale

Informations

• Publié par: Orca Book Publishers
• Date de parution: 29 septembre 2015
• Nombre de lectures: 4
• EAN13: 9781459806610
• Langue: English

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IN EARLY JUNE 1964, the Benevolent Home for Necessitous Girls burns to the ground, and its vulnerable residents are thrust out into the world. The orphans, who know no other home, find their lives changed in an instant. Arrangements are made for the youngest residents, but the seven oldest girls are sent on their way with little more than a clue or two to their pasts and the hope of learning about the families they have never known. On their own for the first time in their lives, they are about to experience the world in ways they never imagined…

Copyright © 2015 Kathy Kacer
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system now known or to be invented, without permission in writing from the publisher.
Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Kacer, Kathy, 1954–, author Stones on a grave / Kathy Kacer. (Secrets)
Issued in print, electronic and audio disc formats. ISBN 978-1-4598-0659-7 (pbk.).— ISBN 978-1-4598-0660-3 (pdf).— ISBN 978-1-4598-0661-0 (epub).— ISBN 978-1-4598-1090-7 (audio disc)
I. Title. II. Series: Secrets (Victoria, B.C.) PS 8571. A 33 S 76 2015           j C 813'.54            C 2015-901747-5 C 2015-901748-3 C 2015-901749-1
First published in the United States, 2015 Library of Congress Control Number: 2015935516
Summary : In this YA novel, Sara arrives in Germany determined to explore her newly discovered Jewish heritage and solve the mystery of her parentage.
Orca Book Publishers gratefully acknowledges the support for its publishing programs provided by the following agencies: the Government of Canada through the Canada Book Fund and the Canada Council for the Arts, and the Province of British Columbia through the BC Arts Council and the Book Publishing Tax Credit.
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Stones On A Grave
Kathy Kacer

For Zac, Jesse, Leila, Izzy and Zoe— a new generation that will need to remember

One
The smoke was choking Sara, sucking the air out of her lungs. It billowed in massive clouds from the orphanage roof, exploding like lava and pouring across the sky. Sara stood on the lawn facing the disintegrating building, shaking uncontrollably. She pulled a blanket around her shoulders, wondering briefly how it had gotten there. Had she grabbed it when she ran from her room? Everything was a blur. Who had awoken her, screaming in the middle of the night? She had a vague recollection of one of the girls—was it Toni?—pounding on her door and calling out frantically, “Fire! Sara! Dot! Tess! Get out of the house! Run! Ruuuunnn!”
Sara had staggered from her bed. She remembered clutching her roommate Dot’s arm before scrambling down the long staircase, faltering in the dark. They had practiced fire drills a thousand times in the past. But no one ever paid much attention. This was no rehearsal. This was real. Girls pushed up behind Sara as she stumbled against the ones in front.
“What about Tess?” Dot yelled.
“Not here.” Sara had known without even checking that their roommate would not be in her bed. She would be out roaming, as she often did in the middle of the night.
No time to dress, Sara realized, glancing down at her nightgown and bare feet. No time to take anything, except the tin box under her bed. It held all the money she had been saving. She didn’t even know how much was there—had resisted the urge to count it these last couple of years. She was waiting for a special occasion, maybe her birthday, to see how much she had saved.
If you ever had to leave this place, what would be the one thing you would take with you? Dot had once asked.
This box! Sara clutched it to her body and gagged, struggling to find a taste of something clean in the sooty night air.
“Are all the girls out of the house?” Mrs. Hazelton, their matron, was pacing, her eyes scanning the lawn where the girls were huddled in twos and threes. She too was wrapped in a blanket; her hair, usually so neat, was wildly disheveled. This was the first time Sara had ever seen the administrator of the orphanage in a nightgown. Mrs. Hazelton was always so wellgroomed, so perfectly put together. Sara couldn’t even imagine the woman actually sleeping!
“Don’t you worry, ma’am, everyone’s out.” It was Joe who responded. Their cook held two of the littlest girls in his arms. Their faces were buried in his shoulder. Sara watched their bodies writhe and tremble against his chest. “I’m countin’ them all, just to make sure. And Miz Webster is here too.” Their home economics teacher lived on the first floor of the house. “She’s got a couple of the young ones with her—Donna and Jen.”
Sara was counting as well. First the Seven. They were always called the Seven: herself, Toni, Betty, Dot, Malou, Cady and Tess, who had now mysteriously appeared, fully clothed, along with the younger girls. Were they all there? It would be okay as long as everyone was there. Please be there!
Others were gathering on the lawn—townspeople who usually kept their distance from the orphans. But now they looked concerned. They moved in between the girls, handing out blankets. Perhaps that’s how Sara’s had found its way around her shoulders.
She searched the crowd for a sign of Luke but couldn’t see him. Did he even know what was happening? Would he come if he did know? Sara pushed that thought away.
“He’s not coming, you know.” Dot was standing next to her, holding little Debbie in her arms, a sobbing bundle of tangled hair and twitching limbs. Dot could always guess what Sara was thinking. “I keep telling you, he could care less.”
Sara shook her head. It was true that her boyfriend didn’t have the best reputation in town. But deep down she’d always believed that he cared—more than that: he loved her, even though it was hard at times to explain that to her roommate. “He probably doesn’t know about the fire, or he’d be here for sure,” she shouted back to Dot. That was it. Luke just hadn’t heard yet.
“Are the fire engines coming? Can you see them?” Toni called out, always anxious, plagued with nightmares. Her face was silhouetted against the sky. Only a sliver of a moon still glowed above, disappearing in and out of the billows of smoke. What time was it? Two o’clock? Perhaps three?
“They’re coming. I can hear them coming,” Betty replied, calmly, protectively.
“Are they coming?” Toni repeated, eyes wide, shaking.
“Joe said they were on their way,” Sara heard herself call out above the other cries, though she felt disconnected from her response. She was trying to keep her voice even. Maybe that would help still Toni and the others. But Sara’s heart was galloping, and her breath came in shallow gasps. She clasped her hands together and rubbed them hard—a nervous habit. If she wasn’t careful, she would rub them raw.
And the smoke kept pouring out of the building. It didn’t help that the stench was nearly as suffocating. Acrid, sour, foul—like the burned dinner that Joe had served up a week earlier, but multiplied by a thousand, tens of thousands. The flames were next, breaking through the back part of the house where the rooms were—her room—and arcing up into the blackened sky. And the sounds! Who knew a fire could be so noisy—metal twisting and melting, wood crumbling—a cacophony of noises reaching a deafening crescendo. It howled like someone gone mad, pounding inside Sara’s head.
“Are you all right, dear?”
Sara, startled, looked into the eyes of an elderly woman who had appeared with the other folks from town. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
“The building was old and run-down. Everyone knew that,” the woman continued, shouting above the sound of crackling timber. “This was bound to happen.”
Sara nodded again. What are we going to do? Where was Luke?
“You’re not hurt?”
Sara shook her head. Not in any way you can see .
“It’s just a building,” the woman said. “So old and rickety. It’s a wonder this didn’t happen years ago. Glad everyone’s out. That’s the most important thing.”
Sara nodded. Still no words. It’s not just a building, she thought, defiantly—and sadly. It’s my home—our home. And it’s disappearing.
She clutched her tin of money closer to her chest and glanced back at the house just as the sign above the doorway— The Benevolent Home for Necessitous Girls —began to crumble. And then, in front of her eyes, it disintegrated, letter by letter, and tumbled to the ground, the pieces floating almost in slow motion, held aloft by a spring wind that whipped across the lawn.
“Stand back!” Malou shouted.
“I’m scared!” cried Dot.
“Hold on to someone.” This came from Cady.
A fireball exploded high in the sky. Toni screamed and bolted for the river. Betty tried to go after her, but two of the younger girls were clinging to her as well, laminated against her legs.
And then, in the su