All God's Children

All God's Children

by Anna Schmidt

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ISBN-13: 9781624164699
Publisher: Barbour Publishing, Incorporated
Publication date: 09/01/2013
Series: Peacemakers
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 802,906
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

Anna Schmidt is the author of over twenty works of fiction. Among her many honors, Anna is the recipient of Romantic Times’ Reviewer’s Choice Award and a finalist for the RITA award for romantic fiction. She enjoys gardening and collecting seashells at her winter home in Florida.

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ISBN: 978-1-62029-140-5


Beth Bridgewater rushed into the cramped foyer of her uncle's third-floor apartment. Her uncle was a professor of natural sciences at the Ludwig-Maximilians-Universität München, and his collection of files and notebooks for his research projects cluttered every available space. Beth moved a stack of books so that she could shove her feet into the slippers tradition required her to put on the minute she entered the house. "I'm home," she called.

Of course, this wasn't home. Not really. This was Germany—Munich, the capital of Bavaria and headquarters of the Third Reich. Home was half a world away in Wisconsin. Home was a farm where her parents lived just outside of Madison. Home was the Quaker meetinghouse where she and her friends and family gathered for all of the important and mundane events of their lives. Home was certainty and safety where at any time day or night she would not have to scurry for the protection of the cellar beneath the ground-floor bakery should the air-raid sirens sound.

Home was where she should be—should have been ever since Germany had declared war on the United States. But Germany might as well be the Land of Oz for all the good it did her to think of returning to the United States. She would never forget the day she arrived in Munich and stepped off the train. Everything she saw or smelled or heard was as foreign to her as the language. But at the same time it was all so exciting. She truly began to believe that living in Germany could turn out to be a grand adventure. Little did she imagine that a few months of summer would stretch into eight long years.

As an American still living in Munich in 1942 after America had joined the war against Germany, she kept a low profile. She helped her aunt with the cooking and cleaning as she cared for her eight-year-old cousin, Liesl. She chose her associates with care. She could not afford to come to the attention of the authorities, although more than likely they already were well aware of her presence in their midst.

As if being American were not enough, she and Uncle Franz and Aunt Ilse—who, like Beth's mother, were also natives of Bavaria—were members of the Religious Society of Friends, or Freunde as they were known in Germany.

"I'm home," Beth called out again as she unpinned her hat and fluffed her wispy blond bangs. She heard movement in the room just off the foyer that served as her uncle's study and assumed that Uncle Franz was within earshot. "Such an incredibly lovely day," she gushed as she set her shoes aside. "It reminds me so much of autumn in Wisconsin, and I have to admit that on days like this I find it impossible to believe that ..."

She had been about to say that surely on such a day there could be no place for war and discord, but the door to the study opened, and a stranger stepped into the hall. In the early days after she'd first arrived from America to live with Uncle Franz and Aunt Ilse, she might have finished her statement without a thought. But that was before.

She was so very weary of the need to always measure everything in terms of before....

Before a friend had been interrogated and then fired from his job and evicted from his apartment because he had dared to make some derisive comment about the Third Reich.

Before Ilse had begun taking to her bed, a pillow clutched over her ears whenever the jackboots of the soldiers pounded out their ominous rhythm on the street below their apartment or passed by in perfect lockstep while the citizens of Munich cheered.

Before an apartment in the building two doors down the block had been raided in the night and the occupants taken away.

Year by year—sometimes month by month—things had changed but oddly had also stayed the same. Other than the matter of people being rousted from their homes and simply disappearing in the dead of night, Munich was little different than it had been the summer she arrived. Neighbors went about their daily shopping and errands, chatting and joking with one another as if those people who had vanished from one of the shops or apartments on the block had never existed. Children who had once attended school and played together with no thought for ethnic heritage now flaunted that heritage by wearing the brown shirts of the Hitler Youth or, in some cases, forcing others to wear the crude yellow star that marked them as Jew.

Beth's first reaction on seeing this stranger in their apartment—this stranger in uniform—was alarm. Was he here to question them? Uncle Franz had been called in for questioning several times—mostly because he had refused on religious grounds to sign the required oath of allegiance to the government. He was also under scrutiny because he taught in one of the more outspoken departments at the university. Every time he was summoned for an interrogation, Beth's aunt suffered. The debilitating nervous anxiety that Ilse Schneider had developed shortly after giving birth had not improved with time and was only exacerbated by the uncertainty they lived with day in and week out.

Had this man come to deport her? The Nazis had a well-deserved reputation for being sticklers for detail—people who left nothing to chance. Even with the war raging, it was not unthinkable that the presence of an American in their midst might draw their attention. Or perhaps something else had happened. Were they all to be arrested? In these times such thoughts were natural—even automatic.

"Hello," the man said in accented English. He wore a medic's insignia on his military jacket and held his military cap loosely in one hand. Although he was several inches taller than she was, he seemed to be looking up at her from beneath a fan of lowered lashes. She was pretty sure that he wasn't more than a year or so older than she was.

"Elizabeth, this is Josef—Dr. Josef Buch," Uncle Franz explained as he came to the door and stood next to the soldier. "I found the citation we were looking for, Josef." He held a book, his forefinger marking a page, his wire-rimmed reading glasses balanced on his forehead. His hairline had receded a little more every year since Beth had first arrived to answer his plea for help with his sickly wife and overactive daughter. His shoulders were a bit more stooped, and he looked a good deal older than his fifty years. He hid his worrying about his family, his job, the future as well as he could, but it was taking a toll. Although Beth had offered repeatedly to return to America, her uncle would not hear of it. "I need you here," he always said as he cupped her cheek with his palm. "We all do."

As she waited for him to explain the doctor's presence, she studied him closely for warning signs that she should be concerned or remain silent. But he looked more relaxed than Beth had seen him in weeks. Clearly something about this stranger had put her uncle completely at ease—had even lifted his spirits. Once again Beth turned her attention to their guest.

"Grüß Gott, Herr Doktor," she said. She kept her curiosity about why the man spoke such flawless English to herself, having been admonished repeatedly by Ilse to say as little as possible in the presence of others and never to ask questions. Instead she took a moment to examine him while her uncle read aloud a passage from the book he carried.

The doctor's hair was close-cropped and the color of real coffee laced with real cream—neither of which Beth had enjoyed since her last visit to America five years earlier. His eyes, spotlighted by the sunlight pouring across the polished wooden floor of the cramped study, reflected the green of a Northern Wisconsin pine forest. But there was something more than the startling color. An underlying and indefinable intensity belied his polite reserve.

And as she studied his features, she realized that although Josef Buch was listening politely to her uncle, he was also studying her in return.

"Josef was one of my students, Beth," her uncle explained when he'd finished reading aloud the passage. "I'm afraid whenever he's around he challenges me to prove my point in any discussion."

"My uncle has so many former students stopping by these days," she said, switching to German as she always did in the presence of visitors, especially ones in uniform. "Former and current. Our home is a regular café for his students. We are always pleased to welcome someone new." She wondered if the man had come because word had gotten out about the meetings for worship held here for the small group of Quakers still living in Munich or perhaps about the literary soirees her uncle held for students and fellow faculty members from time to time. In spite of the need to maintain a low profile, Uncle Franz insisted that some things could not—should not—be changed.

She gave up trying to guess why this man in uniform had come. She had worked hard to fight the natural paranoia that came with all the changes and uncertainties they'd had to endure over the years. Why not consider that perhaps the man had simply stopped by for a visit or to bid a favorite teacher farewell before leaving to take up his military duties? "Are you on leave, Herr Doktor?" She blurted the first thought that came to mind.

"Josef has served on the western front in France and has now been given permission to return to the university to complete his medical training," Uncle Franz explained. "You two should have much in common, Beth. Josef studied in Boston. I expect that explains his command of English. You were there, what, Josef? Two years?"


"And now here you are back home again in Munich, albeit after a small detour to perform your military duty."

"I'm afraid that I was asked to leave your country, Fräulein. But I did enjoy my time there." His tone revealed no anger or disapproval regarding his deportation.

"Will you stay for dinner, Josef?" Franz invited. "Afterward we can get you properly settled."

"I don't wish to intrude, and I do not expect Frau Schneider to prepare meals for me as part of our agreement," Josef replied.

They were all speaking German, but somewhere along the way Beth felt as if she had missed some key piece of information. What agreement?

"Josef is going to board with us for the time being, Beth," her uncle explained as if he'd recognized her confusion. "We're going to set him up in the attic."

It was not uncommon for people to make room in their home for a Studentenbude. Franz and Ilse were fortunate to have the top-floor apartment and the extra space of the attic above, but there had been no discussion of such an arrangement in their home. "I see," Beth said when in fact she did not understand at all.

"These are hard times for everyone, and Josef has agreed to pay rent and share his rations with us."

"That would ..."

Her uncle turned to the doctor. "Beth moved here to stay with us several years ago after my wife took ill following the birth of our daughter. A nervous condition that is chronic, I'm afraid. I don't know how we would have managed had she not agreed to come and stay. Our daughter, Liesl, would be lost without her."

Beth studied her uncle closely. He was talking more than he usually did, interrupting her before she could speak. Perhaps he was nervous after all.

"You live here then?" the doctor asked, his intense gaze still focused on her.

"She shares a room with our daughter." Uncle Franz's laugh was a little forced. "And I may as well tell you right now, young man, Frau Schneider will not tolerate anything less than strict chaperoned visits between you young people."

Beth blushed and wished that her uncle would just stop trying to explain everything. There had to be more to the story of why Josef Buch had suddenly appeared in their house than her uncle was admitting. She cast about for some way she might learn more without appearing too inquisitive. But before she could come up with some offer to help, a door slammed at the far end of the corridor, and her always-boisterous cousin Liesl came running down the hall.

"You're finally back," she cried as if Beth had been gone for days instead of an hour. "Can we go to the park?" She hopped up and down. "Bitte, bitte, bitte!"

Liesl had been born when Beth's aunt and uncle had given up any hope of ever having children. To complicate matters, Liesl had always been an unusually high-strung and active child whose mood swings and short attention span were more than Aunt Ilse could manage. As Aunt Ilse's struggles to cope with her child and the world around her had increased, so had the scope of the responsibilities Beth now shouldered in the household.

She placed a calming hand on Liesl's shoulder. "I am here, and we will go to the park tomorrow after the meeting for worship."

Again Uncle Franz was quick to explain. "Our family regularly holds meetings for worship here on First Day—what you refer to as Sunday. We are members of the local Religious Society of Friends—Quakers, Freunde." Beth was stunned to hear her uncle offer such information so freely. For so many reasons they had become increasingly cautious about revealing anything related to their personal lives or religious beliefs to those they did not know. And student of her uncle's or not, this man was certainly not someone they knew well.

"We have a guest, Liesl," Franz continued, nodding toward Josef. Beth was glad for the diversion, knowing that the stranger in uniform would claim Liesl's full attention.

"My name is Liesl, and I am eight," the girl announced as she took a step closer and gazed up at the doctor.

Beth was moved to see how Josef immediately seemed to grasp that Liesl was not a typical eight-year-old. He crouched down so that he was more on a level with her and offered her his hand. "And I am Josef Buch. I am twenty-six. I am pleased to meet you, Fräulein Liesl Schneider."

Liesl frowned as she studied his outstretched hand. "You are a soldier," she reminded him. She snapped her heels together and offered him the salute of the Third Reich. "Heil, Hitler," she bellowed, her right arm stiff and raised to the prescribed level.

In the stunned silence that followed, Beth heard a glass shatter in the kitchen and realized that her aunt was no doubt listening to everything they were saying. Beth took hold of her cousin's outstretched arm and guided her through the sitting room across from the study toward the closed door that led to the kitchen. "Come. Your mother needs our help."

The one thing about life in a German home that Beth thought she would never become accustomed to was the way doors between rooms remained closed at all times. She understood such vigilance at this time of year when the days turned cool and the nights could be quite chilly, but closed doors regardless of the season only added to the atmosphere of isolation and a certain undercurrent of fear that these days permeated every facet of their lives. Once inside the kitchen, she realized that Josef Buch had not returned Liesl's salute—a detail that only added to her confusion about the true purpose of his presence in their home.

She swept up the broken glass while Ilse settled Liesl at the kitchen table with a saucer of apple slices. All the while, Beth's aunt whispered warnings that Beth should say and do nothing in the presence of this man that might give him information he could use against them.

"Why is he here?" Beth asked.

"How should I know? The point is—"

"Beth, tell me a story," Liesl begged as she popped the last of the apple slices into her mouth.

"Not right now," Beth replied. She was determined to return to the study and learn more about this sudden change of events. She handed Liesl a piece of paper and the stub of a pencil. "Draw me a picture," Beth said, "and I'll tell you a story about it before bedtime." Liesl loved to paint and color and draw, and the activity always calmed her. The little girl bent to her work.

"Perhaps I should take them some tea," Beth suggested.

"I suppose. He might think it odd if we aren't hospitable in the usual way," Ilse replied, casting furtive glances toward the closed door beyond which they both could hear the murmur of male voices. "Use the good tea cups," she added.

Beth made the tea and placed the pot on the tray with the cups and saucers. Ilse poured a little milk into the cream pitcher and got spoons for stirring and the sugar bowl. Then she opened the door and watched as Beth carried the tray back to the study and tapped on the closed door.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Well written and allows the reader to get a taste of what it was like to have your world turned upside down and live in fear through no fault of your own. Good story!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What an amazing historical story! Got in the middle and could not put it down until I finished!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a 275 page, Quacker, Christian fiction set in Germany, during WWII. It is the first book in a series. The second book was released March 1st, 2014 and costs $10.99. I would not mind buying it, if it cost $1.99 or $2.99. I simply did not like this one enough to pay over $11.00 for a nook book, after adding tax. This book simply did not hold my interest, the holocaust seemed to be too easy for these people. It was a terrible, horrible event and yet everytime these people wanted or needed something, they prayed about it and there it was. I beleive in prayer, but there was just something about this book which felt wrong to me. There was violence, hungar, gas chambers and the killing of families and children. I think there was romance, but it seemed as if it was a relationship of convenience and a spur of the moment marriage which did not really solve anything. The storyline was predictable. Other than war crimes, there were no adult topics in this book. There were a lot of silent prayers, no preaching, no Bible verses, yet a lot of discussions of beliefs. Well edited. For ages 16 and up. AD
Diana0 More than 1 year ago
All God’s Children By: Anna Schimidt I would say I really enjoyed All God’s Children written by Anna Schimidt. Well written that it kept you wanting t keep on reading. The story is taking place in the time of WWII in Germany. Beth goes to Germany to help her Uncle out after his wife having a baby and not dealing well with it. So for eight years Beth has spent their not being able to go back home because she has no visa papers. She gave her visa to a Jewish girl so she could live the country. Problem is now she can’t leave. How is she ever going get back home now. Being a American it is not a safe place to be for her. She has to be very careful. The her Uncle rents out the attic room to a German who is studying to be a doctor. Will he be a spy or is he there to help? Great book. It will keep you wanting to read. Looking forward to the next book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wow! What a hidden gem this is. I have read many books that come under the bracket of christian historical fiction but this is truly unlike any book I have ever read. The two main characters Josef and Beth are both very realistic as well ass genuinely sympathetic. When we think of WW2 we rarely consider what it might be like to be a patriotic German who love his country and hates what is being done to it. How to you fight such a pervasive enemy? In studying this era most authors look specifically to the american GI's as well as the british and canadian forces as the heroes of WW2 and no doubt they are heroes but the truth there are many untold stories of civilians who risked everything and lost much to do the right thing these heroes who soldiered on with a quiet bravery and courage will never receive medals or be celebrated in parades. But they are celebrated in this book please go out and get a copy or buy one for your nook I cannot tell you how this story may change you. As a child I thought that Germans must be bad people to have allowed a man like Hitler to take control but the scary thing is what happened in Germany could happen anywhere even in the US we must all remember to pray for our country and to as Ghandi once said "Be the change you wish to see in the world" The ending is very satisfactory 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It is well written
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was well written. The characters and the heart wrenching decisions that were made really made you feel a part of history. To know many of the events happened in asimilar way as written is compelling. I couldnt stop reading and quckliy purchased the othe two.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Half way through and I'm throwing in the towel. It just keeps going on & on without actually GOING anywhere. It's like the same chapter ... edited and reprinted over and over. Sorry, I was excited about this and REALLY liked the premise. Maybe I'll div back in again, but for now I just can't take any more.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Makes me want to know what happened next!!
Bookworm_Debbie More than 1 year ago
An exciting Christian WWII novel. This is a wonderful exploration of how the Quakers handle themselves during very difficult times. I had no idea how this unique group of people worship and how they work as a community. I loved the look into their beliefs and calm manner of dealing with difficult issues. The characters are wonderful. I was able to connect with them very quickly. They were well developed and the personalities were extremely varied which helped to keep my interest. The conflict between those who believed in Hitler, and his regime, and those who were opposed was very clearly presented. I never knew that there were Quakers in Germany at the time of WWII. I really enjoyed learning about this.
25jump More than 1 year ago
Takes place during World War II, an American living in Germany helping her uncle and aunt. Enter a German officer, who happens to be a son of a high ranking German officer. This is a wonderful love story, about people from opposite sides coming together to help others. And they found love along the way. Yes this is a must read and to get the rest of the story get the next book.
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I would recommend this book as a exceptional  spellbinding read, couldn't put it done. 
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I recommend.
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Good book. Sometimes a little slow-going. But a lot of truth.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was very moved by this story and highly recommend this to all. I look forward to reading the rest of the story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great read! I found myself following josef and beth's story, getting zo involved and not wanting to put the book down.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What planet do some people come from who doubt the hollocaust ever happened ... I was thoroughly intrigued by this story of true events and give a five star rating for this author and the research that went into this book
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I could not put this down!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Too far fetched for my taste.
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