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Being in Susie’s house reminds me of my heritage. Secluded as she is in the isolated, austere landscape of this magnificent island, Susie has brought with her the comforts of home. I smile as I examine the Irish linen fresh from the line and crisply ironed sheets on my bed, the Waterford Crystal cigarette holder that now serves as a holder for Q-tips in the bathroom, the Limoges China from which we drink our coffees and the embroidered Turkish towels that are warmed atop the bathroom heater. Everywhere I look I smile as I remember our parents and grandparents and the abundance that our families made for themselves. We are bound together by our Grandfathers — two of 13 children — the brave brothers who emigrated from Germany at the turn of the 19th century. Somehow these German Jews landed in the Mormon promised land of Utah. My grandfather married a Mormon, while Susie’s married Aunt Molly who shared his religious culture. The thread of our childhoods woven during summers in Salt Lake City created a bond between Susie and me that has lasted a lifetime.
Our first shared global experience as young adults occurred in our early twenties when Susie was living on the Greek Island of Hydra….but I digress.
Arrived in the Shetland Islands and was greeted by my cousin Susie who immediately whisked me off for a beach walk merely moments away from the airport. It was sunset and the purple hues were stunning. Little did I know that my cold toes from walking in the sand were merely a preview for what was to come.