Beyond the Third Door: Based On a True Story
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I am one of 3,500 Greek orphans adopted to the U.S. in the 1950s. Conceived in an act of violence, I was born to an unwed mother who was exiled from her island home for 44 years. Homeless and seven months pregnant in a large mainland city, she could not care for me and lost me to foreign adoption. Raised in California, I returned to Greece when I was 30 where, through a series of life-changing events, I reconnected with my birth mother. Finally, as the orphaned child, I tell my story. Based on documents and oral histories given by both mothers, and my experiences, it is a tale so miraculous it reads like fiction.
Maria Heckinger
Maria Heckinger was born in Patras, Greece and adopted through a proxy adoptioin to the U.S. My life in America was not easy. Mom was wonderful but Dad only agreed to adoption to save his marriage. I survived my childhood and returned to Greece where I found my birth mother in one day! The rest of my story blurs the line between blind luck and miraculous events.
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Beyond the Third Door - Maria Heckinger
Beyond the Third Door
Copyright © 2019 Maria Heckinger
Front and back cover design by
Bryan Helfrich
First Edition 2019
ISBN: 978-1-54397-378-5 (print)
ISBN: 978-1-54397-379-2 (ebook)
This book is dedicated to
Ellen Pace and Hariklea Voukelatos
with love.
Contents
HARIKLEA’S STORY
MY SMALL WINDOW ON THE SEA
BETRAYAL
ELEKTRA
THE STREETS
BABY MARIA
ORPHANAGE
WITH TIME RUNNING OUT
ELLEN’S STORY
LIFE ON VISTA DRIVE
SHE’S A DOLL
123 DAYS OF ABSOLUTE SILENCE
A SLIGHT DETOUR
ELLEN’S LIFE MAGAZINE MOMENT
GETTING MARIA HOME
ADJUSTMENTS
MARIA’S STORY
A NEW NORMAL
GROWING UP A-PACE
THE DARK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TUNNEL
ELLEN’S GIFT
A RETURN FLIGHT TO GREECE
PATRAS SURPRISE
THE BOOK OF REVELATIONS
ON MY OWN
THE THIRD DOOR
THE DAUGHTER OF EFSTATHIOS
AGAIN, I AM MARIA VOUKELATOS
TIME WITH MAMA
HIS EMINENCE
TELLING ELLEN/TELLING MOM
TALKING LIKE FAMILY
TAKE THE FORK IN THE ROAD
A MONARCH VISITS
WHEN IT’S TIME TO GO HOME
A WISH AND AN ANSWERED PRAYER
EPILOGUE - 2018
Words from friends
In the early summer of 1956, feisty three-year-old Maria was put on a plane from Greece to New York. The long flight and frequent stops knocked out all the physical and mental energy that the little Greek girl had left, and she arrived sick and helpless at the other end. Until then and for many more years to come, all life-changing decisions were made for her. But Maria took back agency, traveled back to Greece and reconnected with her biological family in Patras. The moving and occasionally humorous story of becoming a well-rounded, mature individual with a completed identity had to be told, and it had to be told by the person who lived it and retook charge of her life and quest. Maria’s book speaks in her own unique voice to the many issues of the adoptee identity interrupted. Her book opens up a dialogue for and with all those who have experienced something similar but may not yet have found the words--or may not yet have embarked on the adventure of the quest. As a researcher studying the Greek postwar adoptions, I welcome Maria’s rich and courageous testimony wholeheartedly and encourage others to follow her path.
Professor Gonda Van Steen, Koraes Chair of Modern Greek and Byzantine History, Language and Literature, King’s College London, author of Adoption, Memory, and Cold War Greece: Kid pro quo? (University of Michigan Press, 2019).
Half a continent separates us now, but there was a time when Maria and I were mere yards apart. I have known her all my life, but I didn’t realize it until our paths crossed nearly 62 years later. Maria and I were orphans together in the Patras Municipal Orphanage that created a bond that may get lost but is never broken. Her story is my story; it is the story of some 3,500 other Greek orphans from the 1950s and 60s. Before I started my search, I thought I was alone. Maria’s courage to tell her story lets us know we are not alone and gives hope to those of us still searching. It is good to have reconnected with my friend.
Merrill Jenkins, Patras adoptee
Maria Heckinger is a force of nature with a heartwarming story so miraculous that it would not seem out-of-place in a work of fiction. I had the great privilege of watching as her manuscript developed over time in my memoir writing class, and the great joy of editing an earlier version of it. You will be heartbroken to learn the story of young Hariklea, a girl whose station in Greek society led to her being powerless as the most crucial decision of one’s life was made on her behalf. You will be captivated by Maria’s anguish, heroism, and perseverance as she searches for answers regarding the circumstances of her birth. You will be inspired by her journey from despair to peace and understanding. Maria Heckinger’s story will give hope to those adopted children and birth mothers who live with an ongoing sense of loss.
Christopher Luna, Editor, Writing Coach and Co-Founder of Printed Matter Vancouver/ Memoir Writing Instructor
SO MANY THANK YOU’S
My husband Matthew whose encouragement and patience is limitless
Brothers Michael and Richard Jr. for making family a priority
Matt’s sons and daughter-in-law who bring me so much joy
Sister Katina for loving me as a sister
Greek uncles, aunts, and cousins who welcomed me with open arms, and open hearts
Greek Priests: George Savvas, Tom Tsagalakis, Paul Kaplanis and his wife, Evi
His Eminence Gabriel from Turkey
My friend Bev who became part of my Greek family
And…In coming full circle, I’d like to give a big thank you to the people who brought me to this page in my life story.
Friends and family in San Diego, CA., and Vancouver, WA.
The Campus Lab School Class of 1965
The First Methodist Church of La Mesa, CA
Helix High School Class of 1971
To all my fellow Greek adoptees who share my heart
Friends and educators of the Vancouver Public Schools during my 31-year career
Fellow literary friends from Clark County’s vibrant writing scene.
My friends at Holy Trinity Greek Orthodox Cathedral of Portland, Oregon who support me spiritually
Gonda, my friend, and expert on all things Greek
My writing instructor Christopher
Wise editors and kind readers: Toni, Lynn, Melanie, Matt, Gonda, Robert, Cindy
Photo editor: Jonathan
A Note from the Author
The three voices in this story include two mothers living on opposite sides of the planet, whose lives and loves connected them to the same child. Each woman lived with shame: Hariklea Voukelatos because she had a child, and Ellen Pace because she could not.
I am the third voice, which was pieced together over 44 years, using journals I kept while visiting Greece, Ellen’s scrapbook, and Hariklea’s oral history. I have chosen to write this story entirely in the first-person, allowing each woman to speak her truth.
It may make you wonder: can anyone choose their parents, or do they choose you?
The island of Lefkada is located off the western coast of Greece and
connected by a causeway to the mainland.
HARIKLEA’S STORY
MY SMALL WINDOW ON THE SEA
A warm breeze blows across the Greek island of Lefkada as I dry the morning dishes. Staring out of the tiny kitchen window of the house that had been in my family for generations, I know I’ll never tire of that view. Geraniums in pink, white, and red bask in the sun as they spill over the old olive cans and red clay pots bordering the patio. Grape vines twist and snake overhead to form a cool, shady cover over the arbor next to the house. Garlic braids drape the beams and oregano dries on the fence nearby. The music for the day comes from an ancient olive tree that stands guard like a sentinel and is home to hundreds of cicadas.
With the last dish from the morning meal on the drying rack, I move into the living room to dust. This family area is my favorite because it brings back memories of Zoe, my Mama. Icons and photos sit on the mantle above the fireplace. Hand embroidered doilies and a table runner added the finishing touches to the table and sofa. Mama Zoe and I had spent many hours cooking meals in the stone fireplace and warming our toes on the hearth. The brightly colored, woven rug completed the room. Hand-woven by Mama, I think of her every time I see it.
The world has long read of Greek tragedies, but I, Hariklea Voukelatos, have lived one. My Mama, Zoe, was killed in a senseless act of rage by my Baba, Efstathios, when I was just six-years-old. In those days, marriages were arranged, dowries were paid, and men owned their wives. Husbands were free to punish them as they saw fit, even if it resulted in death. The following year, 1945, brought more heartache. I contracted polio and spent weeks in bed. The women of the village nursed me back to health, but I was left with a withered ankle that rendered my foot useless. Now I limp and hobble around on a three-inch thick rubber-soled shoe and use a wooden cane. I was shocked and dismayed over what the disease had done to me. There was nothing easy about living in a mountain village with polio.
Like most of the poorest village girls, I was not allowed to attend school, so I never learned to read or write. The men were afraid if we learned those skills, we would spend our time writing to boys. It was a ridiculous and unfair custom, but I could do nothing. I am now 15 years old with no girlfriends, only my two cousins. I spend most of my time alone and know nothing of the world beyond my island of Lefkada, and my small window on the sea.
I run the household for four men: Baba, and three brothers, Thodoris, Nikos and Dimitri. As I set about making moussaka for the midday meal, I wondered if my only purpose in life is to cook and clean. I so wished I could have shared the morning chores with Mama. It has been nine years since her death, and I still miss her terribly. With the men tending the olive trees, the village is quiet, and I can sing the songs my mother taught me.
While working away, singing softly to myself, I was startled by an approaching shadow. I was not expecting anyone. If Baba was returning early, then something was wrong. The front door inched open, and I was surprised to see the face of a man I knew well, Yiorgos Doxaras, Baba’s best friend. He was in his 30’s and lived a few houses up the road with his wife and five young children. Yiorgos and Baba were also business partners. They bought an olive press and supported their families by selling the oil from the village trees. Alarm bells went off in my head as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him, slowly, deliberately.
Yiorgos, what’s wrong?
I asked. Shouldn’t you be at work tending the olives?
Ignoring the question, Yiorgos sneered at me, I have watched you grow into a beautiful, young woman Hariklea. It’s too bad you are a cripple. No man will want you, so I’m going to do you a favor.
I took a few steps back as the glint in his eyes told me I was in trouble. You’re not supposed to be here, Yiorgos. You need to leave right now.
He said nothing but reached out and grabbed me by the arm. I was no match for his crushing grip. I shouted, but he placed his hand over my mouth to muffle my screams. I tried to bite him, but the sharp sting of a slap across my face stopped me. With his free arm, he dragged me to the living room carpet and pushed me down. He lifted my dress, pulled down my underwear, and there on the floor of the only safe place I knew, he hurt me. The pain between my legs was sharp and immediate, and I did not understand what was happening to me. The weight of his body on top of mine made it hard to breathe, and the acrid smell of his sweat made me wretch. I begged him to stop, but he did not. It was over in an instant. Lying there, shocked, sore, and confused, I stared at the ceiling until my tears dried, and my breathing returned to normal. I continued to lay there and think of Mama. Growing up without a mother, I knew nothing of womanhood but realized something dreadful had happened to me. Aching all over, I stood up and realized I was alone. Yiorgos had slipped out of the house like nothing had happened.
I pulled up my underwear, rearranged my disheveled dress, and made my way to the kitchen sink where I put a cool cloth to my throbbing cheek. Why like a thief had Yiorgos returned to the village to hurt me? Our families were friends who spent many years together. His last words still rang in my ears. What had he meant when he said he was doing me a favor?
I felt utterly lost. If Mama Zoe were here, she would have explained what Yiorgos had done and know what to do. If Mama were here, this would not have happened. Sobbing, I crawled on hands and knees upstairs to my bedroom where I collapsed on my bed and fell into a fitful sleep.
The midday sun streaming into the bedroom woke me up and reminded me I could not lay there much longer. I had to compose myself before the men returned home for the midday meal. I got up, changed my clothes, and headed downstairs to the kitchen where the day had begun with such a sunny start. While finishing the moussaka, I thought about what to do next. I wanted to tell somebody about Yiorgos but knew no one would believe me, a simple village girl. It was safest to keep the incident a secret, especially from Baba. If he found out what had happened, it might cost me my life.
The death of Mama taught me men’s violent behavior was accepted, and women just endured it. When I was six, I saw Baba beat her to death with a wooden club. It happened during WWII when the Italian army occupied Lefkada. The soldiers raided the shops, took all the food and livestock they could get their hands on, and left the villagers to starve. The only food we had was what we grew or raised on our property. All the livestock was kept at home, away from the soldiers hungry for meat. Efstathios, my Baba, had warned Mama Zoe not to take the goats out to graze because the soldiers were everywhere, and they might steal one. She did not listen to him and took them out to pasture anyway. An Italian soldier spied the tiny woman and her small herd and stole one. Zoe had disobeyed her husband and would suffer the consequences. Her fear turned to panic as she returned to the village short one goat.
I can still remember the panic in Mama’s eyes as Baba grabbed the wooden cudgel; he used to beat her. He looked crazed as he swung the club at her with full force. It made a sickening thud as it tore Zoe’s flesh and broke her bones. I screamed at Baba to stop. Despite my protests, he kept hitting her until she fell to the ground in a bloody heap. I thought he would finally stop, yet to my horror, the beating continued until she stopped moving. Mama did not die right away but lingered in unbearable pain for two days. If Baba had treated his wife and the mother of his children this way, what would he do to me if he learned the truth?
Around noon Baba and my brothers returned from the orchards. I’m not sure how I found the strength to continue and serve lunch as if nothing happened. If they noticed anything different about me, they said nothing. I managed to get through that day and the next, but life wasn’t easy. Nikolis was a small village, and our family crossed paths with Yiorgos nearly every day. On days when I had to draw water from the communal well, I planned my trips carefully so I would be alone.
Meanwhile, Yiorgos continued to run the olive oil business with Baba as if nothing had happened. He did not seek me out again, but an emotional numbness came over me as the days turned into weeks. I was depressed and had trouble sleeping. I considered sharing my troubles with my Aunt Fotini. Married to Baba’s brother, she was 35 years old, had a family of her own, and lived just around the corner. She had witnessed Mama’s beating and cared for her until she died. Fotini was as close to a mother as I would know, but I did not confide in her either. It was too dangerous to trust anyone in the village.
Winter arrived