Words From a Garden

My garden of thoughts and words has turned into the book BY HANDS OF STRANGERS, an autobioghraphy of my journey through WWII in Europe, my trauma and my coming to terms with these events. Welcome to my garden.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Another Book Event

I had a very profitable book tea party I want to share with you. The event took place at the Western Winds Apartment Complex on October 14, 2005. A few of my friends prepared the refreshments and invited all the residents of the apartment complex for story time and desert.

I am reading excerps from my book, BY HANDS OF STRANGERS, to the audience.

My father made the utensils on the table from war scrap metal. The story is in chapter 10 of my book.

A lot of people had a lot of questions for me after the event. Scroll further down to read the back cover copy of my book.

Contact author at AliceLewis@cox.net

Saturday, September 17, 2005


My booksigning at the Christian Booksellers Association convention went better than I could even have imagined it. There was a long line of people waiting for my book, BY HANDS OF STRANGERS, the minute I stepped up to the Winepress booth.

I am usually a very quiet person, but I believe in the message of my book, that Jesus came not only to forgive us our sins, but to heal us from all the ways society may have sinned against us. That gave me the confidence to be bold. The message of my book is greater than my story.

I'm convinced that my success at the convention stemmed, at least in part, to the fact that I believed in what I was saying.
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  • Book Signinjg 1

    Book Signing 2

    Wednesday, July 20, 2005

    Radio Interview.

    Radio and TV hosts are people just like me. I felt very, very nervous before my first public appearence, but I quickly learned that I was the expert. I knew stuff they didn't. All I needed to do was convey that information to them. They were asking me questions because they wanted to know. In the process thousand of people in the listening and viewing audience heard my words.

    This picture is of one of three public appearances. This one was live. By the time I was done talking with my host, the co-host had tears running down her face. I must have said something good.
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    Thursday, June 02, 2005


    My book BY HANDS OF STRANGERS is live now. It can be purchased by calling toll free 1-877-421-7323 or going to
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    Tuesday, May 10, 2005

    Press Release


    Alice Lewis had plenty of opportunity to believe she was forgotten and alone in the first ten years of her life. Ethnic Germans, living in Poland during WWII, Alice and her family were caught up in the aftermath of Hitler's atrocities. Due to a growing hatred for anyone or anything German, their lives were in danger. They had to flee. In her book, By Hands of Strangers, Alice relates a harrowing tale of escape and survival that left her physically and emotionally scarred.

    Within a month of escaping the family farm, Alice was separated from her father, then watched her baby brother die of diphtheria, only to become deathly ill, herself. Her mother left Alice in a hospital and then continued to run for her life.

    A very young, sick child, Alice was unable to understand the upheaval and turmoil. She drifted in and out of consciousness, waking to air raid sirens, being wrapped and carried to shelters, placed in different beds, treated to food when people got around to it. She knew no one,

    Even when her mother reappeared six weeks later, life for Alice didn't improve. Her mother, still grieving the death of her baby son, and helpless to provide for her daughter, was emotionally depleted. Reduced to begging for any morsel of food, struggling just to meet the child's physical needs, she had no emotional strength to love Alice. For more than a year mother and daughter barely survived. Mother strove to feed Alice's body Alice longed for someone to feed her soul.

    Miraculously, Alice and her mother were reunited with her father. They managed to escape to Germany sixteen months after they fled their farm. Though life improved some, they continued to struggle to find shelter and food to meet their needs. Finally, in 1951 Alice, her baby sister, and her mom and dad, immigrated to America.

    A poignant, moving tale, By Hands of Strangers, gives the reader a close up look at the injustices and suffering visited on the innocent due to war and prejudice. With honest pragmatism, Lewis lets her readers understand the way trauma can put rifts between the closest and most loving relationships, and how fighting for survival can turn hearts cold.

    But, this book isn't a story of despair. While Alice is honest about the devastation war brought into her life, she has a compelling message, and a reason for telling her heart wrenching story.

    Alice desired to tell her story so others would know that there is no circumstance, no hurt, no past which God cannot redeem, and no broken heart which God cannot heal.

    "I know there are many hurting people in the world," Alice states. "I want to give them hope that God can heal their hearts. If my story helps that happen in just one person's life, it will have been worth writing." By Hands of Strangers can be purchased by calling toll free

    I'm told it will be ready within three weeks. I will post the toll free number then.
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  • Sunday, May 08, 2005

    I celebrated

    Today is V.E.Day, Victory Europe. World War II was finally over. I celebrated. I did buy myself a red dress to wear. This one is a mite finer than the one my mother made for me 60 years ago; the one made out of a Nazi flag. Read the complete story below. I wrote an article about it for Faithwriters and got many positive reviews. My book is very close to being released. I will post further information within a few days.
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  • Wednesday, April 20, 2005

    My Red Dress Day

    Red Dress Day

    Very soon it will be the 60th anniversary of my red dress day, which happened two days after my fourth birthday. I haven’t done much to celebrate it in the past. Only occasionally I remembered what happened on that day. Maybe this year I will do something special.

    The date was May 8th, l945, V.E. day. Victory Europe. We were living in Checkoslovakia at that time. We had come there as refugees from Poland, fleeing the advance of the Russians as they surged into Poland in January of l945.

    We were ethnic Germans, however my families had lived in Poland for many generations. Poland was our home, the land of our birth. We loved the country and the rural peace of our homestead. I have many fond memories of our home in Poland.

    All of that quickly changed when Hitler invaded and occupied the country in 1939 and continued on to Stalingrad, Russia. It was his intention to subdue Russia as well. He was soundly defeated at Stalingrad and the Nazi army was pushed further and further back west.

    The Russians furiously hated the Germans for their aggression and so did the Polish. Who can blame them!

    That made for an awful dilemma for people like us. We loved the land of our birth but because we were ethnic Germans we were in grave danger. It became necessary for us to flee for our lives even though we had nothing to do with Hitler’s regime.

    We fled during the night on Dec.22, l944. The next five months were one horrible nightmare after another. In our homelessness and melee, family members became separated one from another. My baby brothers died of dipththeria in my mother’s arms. Soon after that I too came down with diptheria. She had to leave me at a hospital and continue fleeing west on foot: west, away from the advancing Russians, away from the hatred of the Poles and into German territory.

    I felt abandoned. I know my mother did what she had to in order to ensure my survival, but I felt abandoned all the same.

    Meanwhile, the Allies relentlessly bombed all the German cities in order to break Hitler’s regime. My hospital was moved many times. Many times after a bombing raid, I would be packed into a hospital ambulance convoy and moved to someplace else.

    It is a miracle of God that my mother found me again. She found me in a children’s ward in a hospital in Auscha, Checkoslovakia. The war was grinding down to its final death throes.

    On May” 8th, there was pandemonium in the streets. People were shouting and running and laughing. My mother also ran out to see what else was the matter.

    “Hitler had surrendered,” the people shouted. “The war is over.”

    My mother ran to the center of town and tore a Nazi flag off from a building. She came “home” with it under her arm.

    “Now my dear child,” she told me. “I will make you a new dress.”

    She ripped off the black swastika appliqué and pieced it together to make herself a headscarf. Out of the red fabric of the flag, she sewed a very simple dress for me.

    I was overjoyed with my new red dress. The nightmare was finally over.

    So this year when May 8th rolls around, I think I will wear something red to commemorate the anniversary of my red dress day.

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  • Tuesday, April 05, 2005

    Front cover art work

    My editor sent me the front cover art work for my book today. The picture is awesome. Now I have to figure out how to post it in this blog. It was sent to me as a PDF file so I can't just cut and paste it. I have quite a few people waiting for my book already, especially me.

    It should not be too much longer until the whole project is finished. I will be going to the Christian Booksellers Convention in Denver this July to promote my book.

    This is very exciting for me.

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  • Wednesday, January 26, 2005

    Stranger-Medic-Angel Unaware Posted by Hello


    Stranger-Medic-Angel unaware,
    Your hands were an instrument
    In the hand of God.
    I would have died
    When the bombs began to fall,
    And the streets burned with fire,
    And the buildings crumbled like alphabet blocks.
    But you saved me.
    You grabbed me and ran for shelter
    When the air raid sirens began screaming.
    You barely made it yourself
    Before hell descended.
    I don't know your name
    But you are in my heart.
    And God knows that you are in my heart.
    And God knows that I value you.
    Thank You, You have earned your wings!