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Narrow Escape von Bartsch, Albrecht (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 02.06.2016
  • Verlag: BookBaby
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Narrow Escape

The story of a young boy growing up in Nazi Germany during the perils of WWII and of love, faith and a mother's determination to save her children.

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    Format: ePUB
    Kopierschutz: AdobeDRM
    Seitenzahl: 316
    Erscheinungsdatum: 02.06.2016
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9781483572949
    Verlag: BookBaby
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Narrow Escape

Chapter 1 - Early Childhood I was born in 1934, in Cammin, Pomerania (Pommern), Germany, near the Baltic Sea. After World War II and the partition of Germany by the allies, it became known as Kmien Ponorki, Poland. My father, Erich, landed his first teaching job there, after completing his university studies. As newlyweds, my parents settled into an old fisherman's cottage, by the shores of the "Haff" (Sound), which connects to the Baltic Sea. I remember my mother, Hildegard, telling me with dreamy eyes how happy they were there. She said, "I loved that cottage. It was remote and romantic. Imagine, I could start a wood fire in the kitchen stove, run out the back, through a stand of trees towards the shore, to pick some mushrooms. By the time I came back, the butter had melted in the skillet. I would sauté mushrooms for your father's lunch. Mushrooms were one of his favorite dishes." Mother told me my brother and I were lulled by the rhythmic, soothing sound of the waves washing ashore, while we were still in our cribs. By the time I became aware of the world around me, my father was transferred back to Silesia (Schlesien, Germany), to the city of Lueben. This was the region where my father and mother grew up. Today the city is part of Poland and is named Lubin. This is the place where I have my earliest memories of a happy and harmonious family. Mother's sister, Ilse, and my uncle Max lived an hour's train ride away, in the village of Siegersdorf. My grandfather, Oswald, lived nearby in the city of Bunzlau. Uncle Max was the general manager of the renowned Bunzlau Ton Fabrik. The company manufactured beautifully decorated and painted earthenware. It conducted business throughout Germany and shipped all the way to Italy. My brother and I often spent time with Uncle Max and Aunt Ilse. They had no children of their own. The company provided Uncle Max with a Horch limousine and a chauffeur. Horch cars were in direct competition with Mercedes during that time. When I was about five years old, I was invited to go on a trip with my aunt and uncle in the limousine. Uncle Max had business in the north of Italy and decided to extend our stay to enjoy a vacation. They were always impeccably dressed, in clothes of the finest quality. To meet expectations, Mother dressed me in my Sunday clothes and told me to be on my best behavior. As I was rather young, I don't remember many details, except two incidents, which I retain vividly in my memory. While traveling one day, the car had a flat tire. The chauffeur was charged with changing the tire. In the meantime, my uncle, aunt, and I took a stroll along a path in the nearby forest. I was told not to get my fancy clothes dirty and to walk in a civilized manner right next to them. Uncle Max had a golden chain attached to the button hole of his vest with a golden watch fastened at the end of the chain. From time to time, he reached into a little pocket of the vest to consult his watch. To do this he had to flip open the shiny lid on the watch, and close it again with a snap, before sliding it back into the vest pocket. I admired him and was impressed. Aunt Ilse wore a fancy summer dress. A fashionable hat completed her elegant appearance. It was a beautiful summer day in the North of Italy. Soon our trip continued. I was fascinated by the shiny car. As found in most limousines, this one had a partition separating the back from the front. A glass window could be rolled up for privacy. Attached to the partition were two jump seats, which could be lowered down for additional passengers. Also, along the full width of the partition was a brass bar. I knelt on one of the jump seats facing forward and held on to the brass bar, watching the driver as he drove into each curve of the road. I pretended to drive the car, by pushing or pulling on the brass bar. The other incident that remains v

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