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The St. Nicholas Day Chase

With special thanks to Caroline Pickolick

I drew on my Great-Uncle Father William Kaschmitter’s family history to write this story. His book is a beautiful resource whose value grows by the year. According to Father K., our earliest Kaschmitter relative was John the Silesian. Silesia was a kingdom of the Holy Roman Empire that now encompasses areas of Poland, the Czech Republic, and Germany. John left Silesia to avoid conscription into the Prussian Army.

A Mother's Love and a
Father's Journey

Hedwig and the Battle for Human Destiny A Mother's Love and a Father's Journey

Nothing changes the life of a woman like giving birth to a child, and there is no greater love than a mother’s for her baby. Now, imagine that just hours after giving birth you’re told God has a special calling for your newborn infant… but only if you willingly sacrifice your life. This is the decision Alexandra van Sweiten must make for her daughter.
It’s the 18th century in Breslau, Silesia, a city and country that no longer exist. Alexandra’s Guardian Angel informs her of this choice and gives her daughter a name, Hedwig. Alexandra’s decision would break her husband’s heart, and very nearly drive him to suicide. But remember, life is rarely predictable, and sometimes the worst thing that can happen, is actually the best thing that ever could.

Please watch for the second in a series, "Hedwig and the Battle for Human Destiny - Hedwig Comes of Age," coming soon!

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With special thanks to Caroline Pickolick

Wien Winter Market booths reminded Hedwig van Sweiten of sparkling jewels on white velvet. Torches flickered along the walkways between them, and braziers with golden flames and glowing coals warmed everyone around them. Candles burning in amber, red, blue, and green glass lanterns twinkled in the vendors’ stalls.

The Winter Market heralded the coming of Christmas—the birth of Jesus. The Market and its many lights also celebrated the Winter Solstice, the day after which all others grew longer.

“Blast You,” Hedy says, looking up to Heaven.

The
ST. NICHOLAS
DAY CHASE

“Do we really need another Christmas story? The tale of Your birth in the stable is widely known, and Mr. Dickens will remind those more secular.” He paused as if listening. “Oh no, I’m not questioning Your judgement. I would never do that. Still…” Nicholas cleared his throat. “Love? Of course, you can’t remind people often enough about love. Especially at Christmas.”