One historical event that fascinates me the most is the Russian Revolution. My grandfather was a body guard for Czar Nicholas II and was able to escape. This escape was by the pure grace of God. The option presented to him was to join the Bolshevik army or be shot. So he escaped. It wasn’t easy. His journey was hard because they had his name. He was on their list. But here is a piece of information I just learned. He had changed the spelling of his last name to the German spelling.
In WWII the Germans over ran the Russian village he grew up in, and he was told there were no survivors. Prior to this event he and my grandmother corresponded with his family in Russia all the time. I have a difficult time accepting that his whole family was wiped out during the war. So I started searching on ancestral websites and the internet using my grandfather’s last name. For years I couldn’t find anyone with that last name. Then in one search online I found out why. The name he used after leaving Russia and from that point forward was the German spelling and not the Russian spelling. I found the Russian spelling and found a whole slew of relatives dating back to the late 1800’s. So, to keep himself from being found by the Bolsheviks, he changed the spelling of his last name.
Don’t get me wrong. He still had some difficulties along the way. In one instance he had to disguise himself as an old man because it wasn’t an old man they were looking for. The disguise worked. In another instance, he hid himself in plain sight by going up to a Russian officer and starting up a conversation in Russian. Again, he didn’t get away by himself. The Lord was with him every step of the way. If he hadn’t gotten away, I would not be here.
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