May 22

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First page of HSM (Vitali) Cohen’s “business card” - title is “Abandon Not Hope - Turn to Me!”

First page of HSM (Vitali) Cohen’s “business card” - title is “Abandon Not Hope - Turn to Me!”

In a few previous posts, I’ve written about Helene’s husband Vitali’s occupation in Vienna. Although my mother Eva never talked about her father’s metaphysical endeavors, she spoke of how many people sought his advice. I never had a clue what form that advice took until my cousin discovered the photo of Vitali at work when we were young adults. My mother merely told me that many people, including some famous and/or important, came to Vitali for assistance. A few prominent people gave testimonials, and in those cases the people were identified. All others were identified by their initials and sometimes their profession.

Both Harry and Eva had copies of the translation of testimonials in their possession. Many of them were included in the green printed “business card” seen above.

The translation of the testimonials, has the same title as the original brochure: “Abandon Not Hope - Turn to Me!” It must have been translated before Eva and Harry left for America in October 1939. Vitali planned to be able to pursue the same work after arriving in San Francisco and hoped these testimonials would help his cause, both in getting a visa to come to America and in convincing people of his talents.

Cover page of translation of testimonials by people who sought Vitali’s advice.

Cover page of translation of testimonials by people who sought Vitali’s advice.

The following are some of the testimonials from this document. As I was writing today’s post, I finally understood the numbers on the first page – between March 2, 1933 and August 24, 1939, Vitali had consulted with 3,132 different clients and given 5,584 individual consultations. The majority of testimonials simply state that what Vitali predicted came true or that he read their characters uncannily accurately. Others go into great detail. Having had a similar experience when I decided to get a hand analysis to better understand my grandfather’s vocation, I understand the surprise and fascination of having a complete stranger seemingly see into your soul in a way no one had ever done before. Vitali seems to have gone further in his readings and consultations, including diagnosing medical issues. There is a whole field of medical literature on the use of hand analysis in medicine.      

·       I admire your gift of prediction, and am hoping for a happy future for you, as well as for myself. I should like to thank you for the accurate data that you have given me.  Dr. K.R.

·       You have, on the strength of the lines in my hand, read my character and certain important moments of my life with an accuracy of 100%.  

·       You have described some details of my life - which could not possibly have been known to you beforehand - with great accuracy.   R.G., President of the Metaphysical Society of Vienna

·       This is a case where one must stop and call out in astonishment: “There are more things in heaven and earth, than are dreamt of in our philosophy.” You have, from my hands, read events of incisive importance, which could not possibly have been known to you in advance; and you have, by this, given me the impression that you dispose over the mysteries of intuition.  

·       “Well roared lion.!” You have an accurate grasp of that mainspring of our intellectual activity, direct to some purpose, which lies within our subconscious mind.

·       I am genuinely surprised. 

·       I have, today, seen you for the very first time in my life; and it was a mere accident, your offering to take an imprint of my palm. You have, on this occasion, said things to me about both the past and the present which are so strikingly true, that I greatly hope that the things which you told me about my future will also come true.

·       I was simply speechless by the truth of everything you told me.  

·       I understand nothing of those matters, and my attitude towards your gifts hence is a skeptical one; I was, nonetheless, amazed about your diagnosis.  

·       It is interesting to see, with which lucidity you read a person’s character, as well as that which he has lived through, from the lines in his hands.  O.H. Inspector

·       You cannot even know how true are the things which you have told me!   Professor M.H.

·       You have looked into my soul’s most secret corners in a manner which is perfectly amazing! I hope that your advice will be valuable to me for my future life, and I shall keep you informed for purposes of checking up on your predictions.  

·       You are an uncanny person, Mr. Cohen - with those unerring x-ray eyes of yours - I feel myself sitting naked before you. 

·       You are a man who should be taken perfectly seriously.  

·       You are a fabulous psychologist and clairvoyant. I enjoy my visits to you, for you can give me consolation and courage.  July 23, 1934. 

·       You have a grandiose intuition which is perfectly amazing; it is not the ordinary type of clairvoyance; it is more; it is seeing.  

·      Sub specie aeternitatis
The deeper I am looking into thee, blue sky,
The nearer dost thou still appear to me;
The stronger, God, I think Thee to the end,
The pitifuller do I fall before Thee….
From my volume of poems To Mr. Cohen, with grateful admiration.  Alfred Werner.

·       “Bend down to greatness! For the very greatest
who look down placidly on our storms
they do not soar, as angels and as blessed;
they bend themselves to far-off courses
of even deeper life,
to higher greatness, which they do but dream,
in that which is unmeasured, unexplored and high.”
From my poem: Gratitude to Greatness
To you, Mr. Cohen, in remembrance of a highly interesting hour of spirits
Fred Hernfeld [later known as Alfred Farau]

·       You have predicted a dental abscess for a patient of mine, who never had had anything serious the matter with his teeth, a few weeks beforehand. This abscess has now been discovered by way of an x-ray being taken; it is a highly important center of infection.  Dr. R.W.

·       You have, by intuition, told me characteristic traits as well as facts of my own and my parents’ past; this shows your extraordinary gifts of clairvoyance; and I find you, also in other respects, a very interesting man.  Dr. L.D.

·       You draw away a dark curtain, and one gets a glimpse of a strange world - one’s own.  Dr. M.B.

·       I have, repeatedly, taken the opportunity of convincing myself of your gift as a clairvoyant; but you really are filled with human kindness and philosophical peace too; and this makes your phenomenal capacity of giving advice to the questioning human fellow-being such a boon. July 20, 1934

·       I came to you, on August 5, 1933, to ask you for your advice about a certain matter; I asked you, besides, whether you could not help my boy, eleven years old, who had been coughing terribly all the time since 1931; a thing which keeps him back in his schoolwork and is a disturbance to his surroundings. You refused my request at first, saying that you were not a physician. You advised me, at the same time, to consult a specialist. It was but after I told you that I had done everything possible, but without success, that I came to you, with my son, on August 7, 1933.  After having taken an imprint of his hand you said, in your smiling way: “Now look here: you are not allowed to cough anymore; do you hear?” to the boy. It is a fact that ever since that day, and up to now - June 10, 1936 - that is to say through three years, the boy has no longer been coughing, much to the surprise of the physicians in charge of his case. I am very happy, and very grateful for the help you have given me. August 5, 1933/June 10, 1936

·       He who knows you need never despair.                   June 7, 1936  

·       My dear Mr. Cohen, I want to write and thank you for your well-meant advice, and I am, at the same time, taking the liberty of replying to it. I write to you with all my heart. Just imagine that I am much better, physically. I often feel that you must have prayed God for me, or have done something else for my sake - and that this is the reason for which my condition has changed so much during the last time. Do you know, my dear Mr. Cohen, that I think of you almost every hour of my life. Whatever I start doing, I think within myself, is that a thing that I am permitted to do? What would Mr. Cohen, the physician of my soul, have to say about it? I always see you before me in my mind’s eye; you are with me wherever I go. I shall be grateful through all my life to Mrs. V. for having taken me to you. I pray to God that He may protect you from all blows of destiny, and that there shall be nothing but sunshine in your life. That is the wish that your grateful Mary feels for you. When I shall come to Vienna again, my first errand will be to come to you. You have great power over me; I constantly have the feeling that you are near me. If you will permit, I shall have much to tell you about. I have, of late, had a good appetite and been capable of enjoying everything again. All that which is within wants to get reconciled to God and men again. I believe that I owe my wonderful recovery to you.    November 12, 1933

·       I have, ever since the mandrake is in my possession, slept deeply through the entire night; a thing which had not occurred for almost a year; for the reason of the worries waking me up again and again.             April 11, 1936/April 16, 1936

·       Two specialists wanted my wife to undergo an operation in her belly; I was terribly frightened of it, as doctors said the case was a very grave one. I went to see you, and, without having seen my wife, you told me that the operation would be unnecessary, after having asked me for a few dates. I have since sent my wife to yet another specialist, who has cured her without the operation. If it had not been for you, my wife would have been operated on the next day (i.e. July 10, 1935). After a fortnight’s treatment she has since recuperated without the operation; and she is feeling very well to this day.                    November 11, 1935/November 14   

·       On the point of leaving Europe, I should like to send you a word of grateful memory and thanks for the wise advice you have given me to take with me on my new path - to start out on a new life. Greetings! June 21, 1935, Trieste.       

·       Having no job and being, consequently, very depressed, I went to see you at 5 o’clock this afternoon. I had lost all hope of finding a chance to earn in the course of the summer. You consoled me and said, literally: “It’ll be all right as time goes on; why don’t you spit out all your ill luck?!” Involuntarily, I acted accordingly, and lo! half an hour later, walking on the street, I ran into a manager whom I had not met until then, and who happened to be walking with a friend of mine; he gave me a contract with an unexpectedly high salary!         July 18, 1935.

·       I felt so unhappy during the night from January 29 to January 30 that I wanted to blow out the gas; just so I had to live no longer. Then I remembered that I won a mandrake - I took it into my hands - my weariness of living was over at this very moment. Then again in the night from February 18 to February 19, I could not go to sleep with exhaustion; I again took hold of the mandrake - I hardly had felt it in my hand when I went off to sleep. Again my little mandrake has helped me! February 19, 1937.            

May 21

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Vienna, 21 May 1941

My dear sweeties!

Since the 17th of February I have not had a letter from you. The American Consulate has not even let us know if they have received our affidavit. Not even to speak of the strange Form #13 which they should send, and we are living with the crazy idea that we will be seeing you soon.  We call that “Optimismus”, or maybe it should be Ob-die-Miss-Muß? [pun: missing the point]. Papa has already left : he is working on getting us our clearance certificate of good standing as far as taxes go. Joy is also relative. I am happy about every piece of clothing that I have decided I don’t need anymore, which has done its job and which can go away. I don’t think that in other days the acquisition of something like this would have made me so happy as now the realization that it is really not worth keeping this stocking, this shoe, or this fragment of a pajama to take with me or to get permission to take it with me. I would prefer to go on this trip like a very hopeful vagrant, but when we are over there with you, we will need some things. Customs audits were always the drop of vermouth in the glass of joy even when it was a matter of a vacation or a trip for fun, but I would be happy to take on these unpleasantries. The number of the ways and running around is legion, but sometimes one needs several days to get passage. It’s hard to believe with what calm and skill Papa has managed to get over the obstacles which are basically insurmountable and how he manages to pass the greatest difficulties with a laughing and quiet nature. Vitali is only unhappy with me because I cannot seem to get out of the habit of waiting for mail and he is jealous because he says I spend more time thinking about Jessica’s namesake [?] than I do about him. It’s ridiculous after 21 years of marriage, but when we get over there faster than we had originally hoped, then that has always helped to achieve that. But I think of you much more than about Rudolf. Last year I think at this time, Eva was getting ready for her graduation and this year it will be Harry. Or do they not have these ceremonies at his school? What wouldn’t we give to be able to be there, but unfortunately others will have to be represent us. You must describe the whole process to us in detail. Paul will certainly take pictures which will have to make up for our not being there. I have started my travel preparations in the following way: I have had a permanent, and the hairdresser and Papa were happy with the results. I wouldn’t have decided to do that so easily if Papa hadn’t threatened me that he didn’t think they’d let me into the USA with my old hairdo. Well that hit home. Without any further objections I let happen with my head what Papa and his hairdresser accomplice had in store for me. Afterwards I was even allowed to go to the movies, which I laughed very hard at, I was laughing even more that I had gotten this disastrous procedure over with than at the movie, although the movie was very funny. It was of course a rerun. Papa is very careful to keep tabs on the hairdo which is decorating my head so that I don’t destroy it and says I have to wear a scarf to bed. I am planning revenge, but I haven’t really thought of anything useful to do yet. Well, as I know you, you will certainly help me with that. At the moment I’m reading a quite obscene book: “Ladies in Hades”, by Frederic Arnold Kummer. I think I will have learned lot of slang from it by the time I leave. The way to hell is, in my opinion, less paved with good intentions as with curse words. I don’t actually appreciate of this kind of book and in German I would, not because I am a prude, not have reached for such a book, but with these too often chosen expressions of good books, you really don’t get any farther. One time, I even knew a whole book by heart: “The Christmas Carol” by Charles Dickens, but I don’t believe that the grocer would have known what I meant if I were to declaim: “Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt Whatever about that” and so on. You get a lot more done with “shut up” and “let me alone.” You will be amazed at what a fine tone I can affect in English, as if I came directly from the underworld. I’m done. Cross your fingers [literally, press your thumbs] that I will get letters from you soon and that we will see you soon. Kiss, kiss, kiss.

Helen


This is the 99th numbered letter that Helene has sent since she began numbering her letters in late 1939. She did this to try to keep track of how many letters were making it to their destination. The earliest numbered letter I have is #6, written on December 14, 1939. Sometimes multiple letters were sent together, and some letters were not numbered. This means she was writing to her family in America more than once a week. Numbering letters was not a new thing, particularly during wartime. Helene’s nephew Paul Zerzawy numbered some of the letters he sent home during World War I.

Helene and Vitali are cautiously optimistic that they will be able to get the documents together to travel in the next few months to San Francisco and be reunited with their children. Helene is happy to get rid of everything she no longer needs and imagines arriving in America with virtually nothing. This clearing out, which feels so cleansing at this point, must have felt like yet another cruel blow when they found themselves stuck in Vienna, facing yet another cold winter, even more impoverished than before, and with few remaining clothes and belongings to keep them warm.

We learn about how Helene came to become more fluent in English – reading popular fiction rather than classics in order to be able to speak and understand language. Ladies in Hades appears to have been quite the novel. We see that Helene was an omnivorous reader!

May 20

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Today’s letter is written from Helene in Vienna to Hilda and and her husband Nathan Firestone in San Francisco. Hilda was Helene’s first cousin once removed.

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Dear Hilda and Nathan! Many thanks for your kind letter, which gave me so much joy, happiness, and courage, besides your nice lines gave me the certainty too, that Paul and the children have your sympathy in such a great measure and you don’t feel them burdensome. At this thought I am feeling happy. Maybe, you find me tactless sometimes, to be in sorrow about the children, although they are in your care, but it the emanation for anxiety only consequently comprehensible and to excuse in this exciting days.

Please to excuse also, when I write to you by machine, but my handwriting has changed in such a manner, that I cannot decipher themselves.

I am sorry that we don’t get all letters written to us and that we must wait some weeks for mail. But there is nothing to do against, as to take a lesson in patience and not to lose nerve.

To hear that you are all well makes me contented and I hope the same in future.

Perhaps in the next weeks we shall get some letters at once and so we are knowing what you are doing. I wish you luck and peace, health and good humor, all things not to have in Europe now. 

In sending my love to you both I remain 

Yours truly
Helen


Paul Zerzawy lived at least for a time with the Firestones during his first few years in America. When Harry arrived in San Francisco in October 1939, he went to live with them while his sister Eva stayed with a different cousin. He stayed with them until he finished high school in 1941.

We learn a great deal from this brief letter. Unlike the long letters she sends her children filled with humor and musical and literary references, this letter is short an to the point. As we’ve seen in previous letters in 1939 and 1940, Helene’s English is nowhere near as fluent as it will be by the time she arrives in Istanbul in 1945. She is grateful for the hospitality of the Firestones and is happy that her children and nephew are safe. Yet she is understandably heartbroken to be separated from her family. Helene’s handwriting has become illegible due to the tremendous stress she is under. The post office is unreliable and there is nothing they can do to improve matters other than try to maintain a positive attitude. Life in Europe at this time is awful. She makes no attempt to hide from Hilda how difficult things are for them in Vienna.

May 19

Today we continue our look through Eva’s Poesiealbum which we began in yesterday’s post. I assume that every inscription was a familiar quotation and have included the author when I was able to find it. These works of art put to shame the scrawls I made in friends’ autograph books and yearbooks when I was in school.

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[by Otto von Leixner]

Do not judge man’s worth
Quickly after a brief time.
Above there are moving waves,
But the pearl lies at the bottom.

In friendly memory of
Friedl Schätter

Vienna May ‘34


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Should someone do something nice for you,
Look upon him kindly!
And give him a kind good word –
Because that is easily done

In friendly memory of your classmate
Edith Wurth

Vienna, 16 May 1934


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In friendly memory
of
Lina Deutsch
20 June 1934


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6 May 1934

To have understanding of somebody’s sorrow,
To take pity, to be mild with every mistake,
This is how in these times
You recognize the chosen soul
      (M.E.E.)

In memory of
Susi Teraunten


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Clever was the man who
Created the first record book
And remembered his friends.
Because if they are in need,
as so often happens, if they disappear,
so at least you can find them again in your family book.

In friendly memory of your classmate
Stephanie Marchart

 Vienna, 30 April 1934

This post makes reference to the German friendship book, the precursor to the Poesiealbum.


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With many share your joys,
With all share your happiness and jokes.
With only a few noble people, share your sorrows,
Only with chosen people share your heart.
(Salis)

In friendly memory
Your classmate
Eva Ried

I found a slightly different version of this saying, which translates as:

Share your joys with many,
With all cheerfulness and joke,
With a few noble ones your sorrows
And elect only your heart.
by Johann Gaudenz von Salis-Seewis


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To be content is a great art
To appear content is just empty smoke
To become content is a great joy
To remain content is a masterwork

In friendly memory,
Christl Eichinger

14 June 1934

[German proverb]


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Dreams are not deeds
And without work
You cannot achieve anything!

Your classmate,
Gerthe Riegler

Vienna, 30 June 1934


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Be always happy and in a good mood,
No sorrow should cloud your heart
Joy should always accompany you
Never should worries and pain meet you.

In friendly memory,
Imgard Mohr

27 June 1934

May 18

Eva’s Poesiealbum

cover of Eva’s Poesiealbum

cover of Eva’s Poesiealbum

Today’s and tomorrow’s posts are devoted to an object from my mother’s childhood – her Poesiealbum – an autograph/friendship book. I didn’t know what it was called until Amei Papitto recently translated its contents. The book has a simple red suede cover and measures 6-1/2x9-1/2 inches.

The first time I saw an example of someone else’s album was a few years ago when I read Leslie Maitland’s Crossing the Borders of Time: A True Story of War, Exile, and Love Reclaimed.

The autograph books and yearbooks of my childhood pale in comparison to this album – it appears that each person borrowed it for a few days, chose a page at random, carefully wrote in beautiful calligraphy, and often drew or painted lovely pictures. I am in awe of their talent. The words usually are not original or personal, quoting a poem or literature. The entries were done between 1931 and 1934, when Eva and her friends would have been 10-13 years old. There are 18 entries, one from Harry, two from teachers, and the rest from classmates.

Several of the children chose bittersweet, nostalgic poems. All the more touching given what was about to happen in Europe just a few years later. Who knows what happened to these girls? 

Once I had a name for this object, I was able to find websites that discuss history of the Poesiealbum and include verses that were often used.

The following are a few album entries.


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This book is dedicated to friendly remembrances, and shows you the names of those who wish you luck and this includes your teacher

Gina Mayer
1931


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[from a poem by Marie Calm, pseudonym for Marie Ruhland ]

If you want to be happy
in life, make other people happy
Because the joy that we give comes back into our own heart!

With friendly memories!
Nelly Kangik

Vienna, on 9.11.32

This 19th century poem continued to be used (continues still?) long after it appeared in my mother’s book.


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[From a poem by German poet Cäsar Flaischlen from Heimat und Welt]

So: to live in beauty…
To be clear and quiet in oneself and all things around
To be clearly visible and open..
One with itself and with the world..
To be allowed to work and not to have to work..
I always think: 
This is how life should be that we humans create on this earth..

In remembrance of your first school years!

Auguste Müller

May 1931

These are not carefree verses – it’s hard to imagine my 10-year old self appreciating the sentiments of this poem.


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This entry appears to be from Eva’s Latin teacher.

Carry on and be strong! God will provide an end to these things as well.

Dr. Helene Miltner

A retired classics professor friend explained to me that the first part ("Perfer et obdura") is from Ovid, Amores III.xi and the second ("dabit deus his quoque finem") is from Vergil, the Aeneid, I.  She said: “I can understand blending the two; Ovid's follow-up line is about suffering making it all worth it in the end…  not exactly uplifting!” So Eva’s teacher chose to inject hope for the future.


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Blessed is the heavenly tie of friendship,
Sympathy, souls are sad with other souls;
The tear lets the friend know how the friend feels
And an eye that looks into the other’s eye,
Most precious it is to be jubilant when the friend is jubilant
To cry with him when he cries.
(Schiller)

In friendly remembrance of your classmate
Traute Yarwitsh

 Vienna, 10 March 1932


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 I could not find the original source for this, but assume it is a quote Eva and her friends knew.

Love truth, hate lies
Love the good
Hate anything bad
Truth and willpower
Will help you be victorious!

In remembrance of your classmate
Bella Nizkoletti


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In remembrance of your brother Harry

Even her brother was included in the book – I don’t know if he was responsible for the beautiful marbling of the paper - there are no other pages like this.


More tomorrow….

May 17

Today we have a letter and legal document from soldier Harry Lowell to sister Eva Goldsmith in San Francisco.

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Philippines
May 17, 1945

Dear Sis,

Enclosed you will find the instrument giving you the power of attorney. Any document you sign as my attorney must bear your signature as shown on the instrument. (Mrs. E.L.G.) Use it wisely and don’t forget to consult Paul any time you are in doubt.

As to your inquiries about my assets, I can lay my hands on twelve-hundred dollars as of this date. In case of emergency wire me for money.

For your information, my bank is the Merchants’ National Bank, Sacramento; in case of my death you may open my safe deposit box which contains documents such as: passports, diplomas, war bonds, etc. I don’t think that the necessity will arise to open the box at any time.

I covered everything, I think, in my letter from New Guinea. I know you’ll keep me posted. 

I’ll write you a long letter very shortly.

Give my best regards to all.

Love,
Harry

P.S. Most of the money is deposited with the Soldiers’ Deposit bank and I can draw it out at any time.


This letter and power of attorney show us how quickly Eva and Harry had to grow up. By May 1945, they knew that their mother had been released from Ravensbrück and been sent to Istanbul. I doubt if they had seen their mother’s letter that we saw in the May 10 and May 14 posts.

Eva and Harry must figure out how to bring their mother to the U.S. It appears that 21-year old Harry had saved almost every penny from the moment he arrived in America, hoping that one day he  and his sister would be able to help his parents join them – according to inflation calculators, $1,200 in 1945 would be worth about $17,500 today. I’m guessing that Eva had done the same, since all of my life my mother saved every penny, rarely spending anything on herself. Although I have a lot of Harry’s letters from New Guinea, I haven’t seen the letter where he “covered everything.”

May 16

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Today we have a letter from soldier Harry Lowell at Fort Francis E. Warren in Wyoming to his cousin Paul Zerzawy in San Francisco.

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May 16, 1943

Dear Paul,

Well, I know you couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw my handwriting on the envelope – but here I am writing you a letter so soon. You have probably read the letters I wrote to Hilda & Tillie and you have therefore an idea of what I am doing, etc. But this letter will contain facts you might be interested in – opinions which would be misinterpreted by the folks. I know you’ll understand.

As I said before I like it here very much, indeed. I know that if you were in my place, you too, would enjoy the happy fellowship and good spirit that prevails amongst us. Unfortunately very many of the soldiers cannot get used to the fact that there is a war going on and that they are in the army to be fighters, not playboys. We really are fed the best food, and plenty of it, but still the majority groans and squawks because they had beans twice in a row and couldn’t get more than two pork chops. They scoff at scrambled eggs for breakfast, and so on. I get pretty disgusted at times to listen to their unreasonable complaints. If they’d only use their thinking apparatus and be thankful for what they had! (And to think that we all say grace before meals!)

I lost quite a bit of respect for my second lieutenants the other day on parade grounds. Our company was to review before the commanders of the day; the privates were standing in formation and all officers and noncommissioned officers were commanded to come before the inspecting commanders. It’s unbelievable, but – none of the ten second l’s knew what they were supposed to do. I was standing in the first line of the company and had, so to speak, a ringside seat to what was going on. The lieutenants took one step forward, looked to the left and right to see what the others were about to do, finally formed a line, and marched (entirely out of step) toward the big shots. We, in the front line, had a hard time keeping from laughing out loud. These lieutenants were the ones that get excited when someone gets out of step – our teachers! (I know that any high school R.O.T.C. boy could have put them to shame. I remember how we reviewed at Mission.) There is a shortage of officers and the army is glad to get hold of these men who are well-schooled and of good reasoning. The officers’ candidates school fails to teach efficiently in the short time they are given. Just wait until I get to become an officer!

To round out my criticism I must add to the aforementioned facts that there is too much wasting of valuable time and money going on. That’s all right now.

I haven’t mentioned yet that every soldier is furnished with a complete wardrobe – from sox to overshoes; there’s nothing we lack. For further details write for a catalog.

How are you getting along with your pupils? The Lowell Loan Co. [cute graphic] is still in existence.

If you have any questions, ask them and I’ll try to answer them.

I am enclosing a picture of myself. (Purty, ain’t it?)

Well, so long!
Harry

P.S. This letter is restricted. Order 7-12-T650 PvtHL
P.P.S. Will you kindly take my foil and mask to the … next time you come from Hilda’s. Thank you.
P.P.S.S. (Sorry, my pen isn’t housebroken yet.)

Harry’s graphic of the “Lowell Loan Co.”

Harry’s graphic of the “Lowell Loan Co.”

In this letter to his cousin Paul, Harry seems to want to speak soldier to soldier. He knew Paul had been in the army during WWI and would understand what he was experiencing.

Here is a photo of Harry with his parents and Paul in Vienna from around 1930 – despite the close family connection, they were of different generations.

From left: Harry, Helene (crouching), Paul, Vitali

From left: Harry, Helene (crouching), Paul, Vitali

Harry talks of the fellowship he enjoys in the army. Paul kept many photos of his time as a soldier. Here is one that shows them all with a list of names on the back. It does not appear that Paul was in the photo. Perhaps he had left that company by then. One other thing to point out is something that was common in the early 20th century – making photos into postcards so you could send to friends and family. Sort of the Snapchat or Instagram of the time.

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As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, Paul Zerzawy never quite found his footing in San Francisco. It must have been both comforting and embarrassing to be offered loans from his young nephew.

May 15

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Growing up, I knew that Paul Zerzawy was some sort of relative of my mother’s. He was 25 years older than my mother, so I was surprised to discover that he was her first cousin and Helene’s nephew. I’d seen his photo album which had wonderful photos from the early 20th century, but I didn’t know any of the people and felt no real connection. 

As I organized all the family papers, I came to realize how important Paul was to my family’s story. Although only 9 years difference in age, Helene babysat Paul and his siblings when they were young (see post where she describes babysitting Paul). Paul’s mother/Helene’s sister Ida died when he was only 7 years old, so Helene must have felt even more protective and parental. Helene was a diligent correspondent when Paul was a soldier in WWI and hosted Paul when he was on leave (see March 19 post). Paul lived and worked in Vienna in the 1920s and 1930s and spent a lot of time with his aunt and her family. He was the first in the family to make it to the U.S. in 1939, helping to pave the way for his young cousins.

As I have mentioned in earlier posts, I have been touched by how much loss Paul experienced throughout his life. He helped the family throughout WWI, providing them with money and provisions to help them through the lean times. He worked hard to bring his cousins and aunt to the U.S., but was unsuccessful in helping to bring Helene and Vitali in time. He had a successful career in Europe, but was never able to find footing in America. He’d been trained as a lawyer, but was not able to practice here. His English skills may not have been good enough to allow him to qualify. In San Francisco, he eked out a living teaching piano and accompanying singers, trying not to rely too much on the generosity of his mother’s cousins in San Francisco. His health wasn’t robust and he died in 1948 in his early 50s. As far as I know, he never had a romantic partner.

In addition to understanding how integral Paul was to my grandmother’s and mother’s story, I feel like I’ve come to know him and wish that I had met him and could have thanked him for all he did. I wish he had had more joy and been able to be carefree in his life.

My mother had in her possession Paul’s family photo albums and some official paperwork – death certificate, school records, etc. Harry had a box with Paul’s name on it which was filled with letters and photos from his life. I assume Harry took it after Paul’s death in 1948. I don’t know whether he or anyone looked at it before I found it in 2017. The box included a few hundred photographs of unknown people and places, which meant nothing to me at first. Now that I know more about Paul, these photos paint a fuller picture of his life – not just one of loss and difficulty, but one that included friends, fun, and travel.

This photo below was taken on a trip on May 15, 1931 – I cannot make out the location. His brother Robert has his glass raised.

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 The following photos were taken on a different trip in May-June 1929.

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May 14

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Moda. Istanbul, May 10-45

My Harry-boy! Did you ever think that your mother aimed at adventures? Never, or did you? For voyages, yes, I always had a foible but under other circumstances . Six weeks I was doing nothing else but eating, drinking, sleeping, and reading and admiring the various landscapes, all things I was missing during a year and a half as I had been in Ravensbrück, a concentration camp for women. Probably there were great gaps in my education which must be repaired found out the Nazis and I learned things which do not belong to a good all-round education. I can see by the astonishment of the reporters who came to see us and I had been interviewed and printed several times. Now I am surfeited by sea, glaciers, towns, people but not yet of tea, coffee and chocolate. I am sitting among magnolia, lemon-bushes, quite indifferent, from the balcony I see the Sofien-Marchee from one side, Prinkipo.

from the other, not having the wish to see more. All my thoughts are directed to you all and to Vitali from whom I don’t know where he is just now. He was arrested with me on the 15th of October 43 and separated immediately. After 6 months I knew that he was brought to Buchenwald, a concentration camp for men. His letters - I received one every 3 months - were gay and full of confidence. This camp, I had been told, was better than that of mine and he assured me in every letter that his condition is in apple-pie order. I hope he had withstood the last days of Buchenwald till the liberation. I can’t understand why Turkish men were released with the exception of those from B. One must have forgotten them. You can believe me I have not let untried everything. I know it will last very long till I shall get answers to my inquiries but notwithstanding I hope I shall bring him with me as soon as you have done those steps which are necessary to claim us.

Please, Harry write me very soon. I am sorry for you too.

I am happy about Eva! Marriage, although at the first day I was anyhow stricken nearly stupefied. By and by I became familiar with the thought that Ebi became pledged. I asked so many questions that Eva will not be able to answer them. You must help her, likewise Paul.

Now I am glad that I have finished my letter. There is a great fuss about a thing I don’t know what. Farewell, darling, remain healthy and write very soon.

I kiss you.
Helen


This letter was kept with the letter to Eva that we saw on May 10 (which cousin Lisette’s sent with own letter of May 11). So much is packed into this brief letter to her son – details of her separation from Vitali, and Helene’s relishing of her first days of freedom and plenty after a year and a half of cruelty and deprivation at the hands of the Nazis. Vitali in his letters to Helene from Buchenwald tried to make Helene believe that life was easier for him than for her in Ravensbrück, and it must have been much more comforting for her to believe that fantasy than imagine his reality. She has begun what will be at least a 10 year search for her husband. She is worried about her son the soldier. I don’t know if Harry saw this letter in 1945 – at this time he was stationed in New Guinea. I assume Eva would have at least written to him about the letter’s contents.

May 13

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Today we have another postcard from Helene’s nephew Erich Zerzawy, a POW in eastern Siberia, written on May 13, 1917. He is writing to his younger siblings – his father and older brother Paul are soldiers far from home.

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My dear ones!

This time I got a card from Kätherl, but other than that, nothing at all. I wonder what kind of old letters she got, I can’t really imagine. But she has become a big girl, Papa wrote that to me. I have often asked you for photographs. Do send them. You could just send them as a card or possibly in a see-through open envelope. My comrade Canni [?] Kohn from Prague has already received very many. Now I remember that Katherina did once write that Hedl was engaged, but who her fiancé/groom is, my fantasy cannot guess that after such a long time. 

Along the side: I congratulate her most sincerely. She will accept them from me now also.


You can see the section of the family tree that shows the dates of all the children that only Paul and Robert survived past 1918. Neither of their sisters lived to 18 years old and according to the International Committee of the Red Cross, Erich “fled from Beresowka on July 15, 1918 (a typo on the tree says he died in 1917).

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Käthe was the baby of the family, half-sister to the other Zerzawy children. Her mother Mathilde married Julius in 1903 after her sister and Julius’ first wife Ida died the previous year. I have two photos of all the Zerzawy children together. I have labeled them with who I think they are. The first photo must have been taken in 1910 or earlier because Mathilde died in 1910. The later photo must have been taken no later than early 1915, because later that year, Paul was in the army.

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May 12

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From: Haim Seneor Cohen, Vienna

To: Miss Eva Marie Lowell, 2200 Post Street Nursingschool, San Francisco, California, USA

Dear children!

Special greetings to our May child!  Not knowing when these lines will reach you, we are also thinking of our January kids.  We are healthy.  Greetings and hugs to all of you.

Date: 11 May 1942

Signature: Haim Seneor Cohen


This is one of only two letters I have from Vienna written after October 1941 and before Helene and Vitali (Haim) were arrested and deported to Ravensbrück and Buchenwald in October/November 1943. Both letters were sent through the International Red Cross via the German Red Cross. Although they were still living in the same apartment in May 1942 that Harry and Eva had lived throughout their childhood, the boilerplate indicates that Helene and Vitali were considered prisoners of war. The Luftpost stamp on the top left says that it was paid with 3 “American coupons”.

Rather than say anything about their situation within the 25 word limit – besides which it no doubt was censored and they wouldn’t have wanted to worry their children – the message shows that despite the circumstances, they are always thinking of and missing their children, especially on their birthdays. They have no idea when they’ll be allowed to write again, so in addition to sending May birthday greetings to Eva (which were received in late July), they acknowledged eventual Harry’s birthday in January.

At this time, Eva was 21 years old and in nursing school, while her 18-year old brother had enlisted in the army the previous month. I can’t imagine what it must have felt like to be separated from her entire family, to receive this letter and be unable to help her parents. As far as I know, this was the first news she’d had from them since the a brief letter sent in October 1941 before the U.S. entered the war.

Old Mount Zion Hospital where Eva lived and trained to be a nurse from 1941-1943

Old Mount Zion Hospital where Eva lived and trained to be a nurse from 1941-1943

May 10

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Moda, May 10. 45

My dear Eva! Since about a week I knew that you were getting married but only that. Neither I knew your surname nor your address. Lizette, Lilli and Ticco contrived the most incredible, no, the most credible excuses making me believe that they have only forgotten your letter. These good children didn’t want to excite me by showing me your writing because they wanted to conceal from me that Harry became a soldier. This I learned by a conversation with Ticco. Of course I insisted to bring me your letter. Yesterday Beppo brought it and I found out that Harry is in the South Pacific still but by no means I could make out that he is a soldier, consequently they must know more about him than they will declare to me. Excuse my long introduction. I am no more up to date and in my time we had been taught to do a long-winded prelude before going on with the real theme. Of course in German my style would be less circumstantial.

Sorry, I haven’t learned how a mother has to congratulate her daughter on her marriage in the case she is separated from her by war and ocean. Again I had the old-fashioned feeling of a sitting-hen which has hatched duck-eggs, cackling tremendously seeing her naughty covey diving the first time at duck-manners: “Köpfchen in das Wasser, Ärchchen in die Höhe.” [should be “Köpfchen in das Wasser, Schwänzchen in die Höhe” – head in the water, tail up] Simply I can’t imagine that my ducky Ebi is swimming in the pond and left me waiting and cackling excitingly. That your wedding took place on the 13 of January must have been a great surprise for Harry, whom I beg not to imitate you immediately. I was - Lord is my witness - with you all the time. On the 11 of January I thought: today it is Tillie’s birthday, tomorrow that of Hilda and a day after tomorrow that of Harry and I learned by my friend Gemma Gluck-LaGuardia (yes, she is the sister of the Little flower) sitting with her hand in hand what a great day it is to come of age. That this day shall be a double-festival to our family I couldn’t dream. - But today I will not relate, I will ask you to do it. At first please, introduce me to your husband. How is his first name? Ebi, do you remember your composition about Hagen? Yours was one of the best, only too short, remarked your teacher. In five sentences the German hero was settled. Well, that was all right, but my son-in-law is not the sullen Hagen, is he? I am sure that you are more interested in this theme and your description will be more detailed. Please answer me the following questions:

1.     Are you happy, really very happy? And your husband also?
2.     Where and how did you make his acquaintance? Is he an American by birth? Is he small or tall, thick or thin, blond or dark, light eyes or dark eyes? How old is he?
3.     What is he doing except to be glad that his mother-in-law is over the big lake? Tell him that 2 parents-in-law in hand are better than one in the concentration camp.
4.     How many Creme-Schnitten had you to pay Harry before getting engaged? And Paul, Hilda, Tillie, did they agree with you?
5.     In which way you were you informed of my staying in Sweden? By dispatch, letter, or newspaper?

In conclusion, I will only tell you that I am in Istanbul just one month. Our relations learned the news by the newspaper. Fortune, Estrea, Beppo, Bondi, and his wife cousin Romano paid me a visit just when they read my name in the Gazette. I am too excited today to describe to you how nice they are to me, and I am glad and proud having conquered the affection of the youth. Lilli and Lizette I see every Sunday, Ticco comes during the week to see me, Fortune, Estrea and Beppo come as time permits it. Moda is situated on the Marmara Sea - and to be reached by a boat not too frequently.

For myself war is not yet over inasmuch I don’t know where Vitali is. His last letter was from January 7.45 - I received it on February 7.45 and after three weeks I left Ravensbrück. I hope I can stay here till I know about Vitali. Please council with Harry what to do to be able to come to you. Lizette will tell you about her information at the American Consulate.

Have you received letters from me from Götheburg, Liverpool, Lisbon? How is Harry, Paul, Tillie and Julius, Hilda and Nathan, how is Tillie’s brother [Al?]? Fulda-Anderson family and did you hear from Robert? How is Bertha Schiller, her husband, Arthur and his family?

Please go to the nearest stationers and buy a ream of paper to answer all my questions. Tell Paul, Hilda, Tillie, Harry to send me long letters, I am letter-starved. In my suitcase there are letters from the Drottingholm still which I could not post. Next time I shall send it to you.

With many kisses I remain your
Helen

 P.S. To fill this space I will give you an idea of our Odyssey.

March 1. Departure from Ravensbrück at Lübeck.
Staying there 5 days, via Flensburg at Kopenhagen Helsian, sojourn 5 days
March 11. Arrival Helsingborg (Sweden) Götheberg by railway and now we climbed [boarded?] the Drottingholm”
March 18. Our ship put to sea at the waters of Norway
March 22 Färro Islands - Thors Hava [Tórshavn] 17 March
March 24 Liverpool
April 1 Port Said
April 10 Istanbul
April 15 Moda


After my mother had a stroke in 2006, I sorted through her papers to make sure I had everything I needed to be able to handle her affairs. As I searched, I found letters written from my grandmother from Istanbul in 1945-1946, a Red Cross letter from Vienna just before their parents were deported, and one from Buchenwald from Vitali to Helene. In addition, my mother had her cousin Paul Zerzawy’s official papers – school records, bank documents, death certificate from 1948. I was so excited to find all these items that I photocopied them and gave them to Harry since I imagined he hadn’t seen these papers in decades. I had never seen them. Little did I know that Harry had hundreds of letters from Helene and Paul stashed away that he never bothered to mention. Who knows why my mother had some documents and her brother had others?

Today’s letter is one of the first things I read in 2006. Happily for me, the letter was in English and it told me more about my grandmother’s experience than I had known. Until then, I knew the barest of details – she’d sent her children to safety in San Francisco in 1939 and for some reason she and her husband did not follow and ended up in the camps. I knew she’d been traded as a Turkish prisoner and had come to the U.S. via Istanbul and that her husband Vitali was never seen again.  

When I first read this letter, I did not have the context of the hundreds of pages of letters that had been come before. After rereading it in preparation for this post, it feels like a synopsis of the entire archive: even if I had never seen the other letters, I at least had the facts of Helene’s years in Europe after being separated from her children and the sound of her voice.

Although Helene writes of other letters she’d sent on her journey to Istanbul, as far as I know those letters never made it to San Francisco. At this point she is feeling well cared for, before the Joint began moving her around Istanbul and Vitali’s relatives could not always find her. See post of February 2.

This letter reminds me that there’s more research to do. I had recalled that Helene mentioned talking to reporters, but had not remembered that she said that they had published things about her. When I first read her May 1 Joint testimony, it felt like another puzzle piece fitting into place.

Finally, Helene even explains her writing style. In the stories I posted on March 13 and April 22, I commented on how she sets the stage for her story and then takes us in amazing directions. In this letter she apologizes for the long introduction before going on to the “real theme.”

May 9

Mother’s Day

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As I tell my family story, I realize how much of it is about mothers and daughters – strong women protecting their children from adversity as much as possible, trying to give them a better life, as mothers everywhere have been doing since time immemorial. Several of these women married men who, although charming and intelligent, did not have a practical bone in their bodies, leaving day-to-day affairs to their wives.

Rosa and Helene (and perhaps Helene’s father Adolph?) planned to move from Bohemia to Vienna in the early 1900s. Unfortunately, Rosa’s eldest daughter Ida died in 1902, leaving 4 children under the age of 7. I believe Adolph died at this time as well. Helene moved to Vienna on her own. In 1903, Rosa’s daughter Mathilde married her sister’s widower Julius Zerzawy. She died in 1910 and Rosa again took care of her motherless grandchildren until the end of World War I. It must have been heartbreaking for Rosa to be called upon to bury her daughters and care for her grandchildren, and then to lose three of those five grandchildren to war and illness before 1920. Yet, she soldiered on trying to hold the family together.

We learned a bit about Helene’s grandmother Babette and mother Rosa in the post from February 16.

I think often of my own mother’s strength. At a time when most American teenagers were going to high school dances, Eva and her brother had left their parents behind in Vienna, imagining that they would see each other again in a few months. She finished high school and began earning money to send to her parents, hoping that what little she could provide would ease their lives and perhaps help them make the journey to America. After the U.S. entered World War II in 1941, Eva and Harry stopped receiving letters from their parents and had no idea what was happening to them. Eva completed nursing school and began working. Her brother joined the army as soon as he was able. By 1943, Eva was in San Francisco with neither her parents nor her brother. She must have been terrified that she might never hear from her parents again and that Harry would be killed in the war, particularly given how often he talked in his letters about longing to see combat. In 1945, Eva must have been thrilled to know that her mother was safe, but she also had to find the resources to help her mother come to the U.S. and help support her when she arrived. My mother was always an ultra-responsible person, but I can’t imagine how difficult it was to shoulder the responsibility of supporting her parents (and probably trying to act maternally to her younger brother who wouldn’t have been interested), all before she was 25 years old.

I am touched that one of the few cards my grandmother kept was a Mother’s Day card I gave her at some point in the 1960s.

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I am so grateful to all of my foremothers. Happy Mother’s Day!

May 8

Today we have a letter to Harry in San Francisco from Lucienne Simier who was a fellow prisoner with Helene at Ravensbrück. We saw a letter that Helene wrote a to Lucienne on January 22. More information on Lucienne and others Helene met from Angers, France can be found at the post of April 18.

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May the 10th 1946                                          

1 Avenue Marie Talet
Angers

Dear Harry,

I just got your parcel and my friend’s letter telling me your dear mother has come to you. It is so sweet of you thinking to send me such good things. You certainly are the dear boy your mother spoke to me of and I thank you very, very much indeed.

Since your mother’s letter, I am thinking of you and trying to imagine your meeting. I feel so happy about it. At last, my dear Helen is free. I cannot tell you how much she has been for me. I love her like a sister and all those she loves I love too. You must think I am very “Frenchy” in telling my feelings!! I have been so near feeling no more that I feel now much stronger and enjoy what is good. And your mother may explain – she knows me so well.

I hope she will write to me very soon – she has such a lot to tell me. Mrs…. writes that you are getting an apartment all together. I hope your mother is not too tired after such a long journey. How is she? She was so thin when I left her.  

I must leave you now. Tell your mother I am with her with all my heart. I wish her such a lot of happiness, poor dear. She must be missing terribly your dear father. I kiss her most affectionately. 

For you and Eva mille remerciments et mes sentiments très affectieux.

            L Simier


There is nothing to add to this beautiful letter except how heartening it is to know that in the depths of hell, these women found and comforted each other. No wonder Istanbul was such an isolating and wrenching experience for Helene – imprisoned again but with no moral support from fellow prisoners and no way of contacting her husband.

May 7

As the letters jump from time to time, my husband suggested that a timeline would be helpful. I hope this simple chart is useful:

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Today’s letter is from Helene in Vienna to her son Harry. He and Eva have been in San Francisco for a little over 6 months.

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 Vienna, 7 May 1940

My most beloved pickled herring!

There is a song for the Heurigen [young wine in the fall]: “Vienna becomes beautiful only at night.” The person who wrote this song surely had no idea how right that was. While all of Europe is in danger of war, there is only one oasis: the land of my dreams where everything has remained just as it was. The doctors who have not figured out the secrets of dreams yet would probably laugh at my interpretation. Wouldn’t it be possible that nature has helped out by creating a balance? A fraction of a second creates a dream and takes us to almost heavenly realms, and leads us to believe in the fulfillment of our most nostalgic wishes and this little fraction of a second gives us the power and inspiration to further plans.  Sometimes I can hardly imagine myself how I could always wish: “I just wish the children were outside.” In my motherly way like the raven I even went so far as to be happy about having this wish fulfilled which often seems to me like a confusion of feelings and I ask myself :“Are you really normal?” The expression of joy has been pushed off a bit. Inside, one is happy to know you are outside of this witches’ cauldron and go around with the bitter expression of a corpse. But sometimes it’s the opposite. “Keep smiling” should hide how it feels from the inside. There’s nothing new here. “I’m sitting in the rain waiting” for mail and the possibility of seeing you near me not just in my dreams. Papa calls me nothing but “Mrs. Lowell” and believes he has a formula for his dreams. I don’t wonder about anything else. I wouldn’t even be surprised if I lay down here at night and woke up in Frisco. It would seem so natural for me that I could express my joy not just in antics because it just seems so natural to wake up where one wants to and actually belongs. Four weeks is a long time to wait for mail but they would pass quickly if we were sitting across from each other.

On back, handwritten:
Just received your letter of April 6. Thank you, great joy, [?]
Kisses
Helen


I love the wonderful pet names Helene has for her children – a way to show her affection for her children as well as her joy in clever wordplay. In this case she calls Harry “Herring” as a play on his name.

Helene and Vitali are hoping to soon join their children in San Francisco. Vitali has taken to calling his wife “Mrs. Lowell” since their children now go by that last name. I don’t know if it was their intent to change their names upon arrival. My grandmother never did, but by the time she was reunited with her children, they were adults and on their own.

When Roslyn first translated this letter a few years ago, I did not yet realize that Helene made so many references to music and literature. When preparing today’s post, I googled a few of the words she had in quotations marks and found two songs. The first about Vienna at night was popular during World War I.

The song about sitting in the rain appeared in a 1937 film “Zu neuen Ufern” (To New Shores)

 Here are the Lyrics:

Ich steh' im Regen und warte auf Dich, auf Dich
Auf allen Wegen erwart' ich nur Dich, immer nur Dich
Der Zeiger der Kirchturmuhr rückt von Strich zu Strich, ach, wo bleibst Du denn nur? Denkst du nicht mehr an mich?
Und ich steh' im Regen und warte auf Dich, auf Dich
Immer warten nur die Menschen, die wirklich lieben

Kommst Du noch nicht? Wie die fallenden Tropfen am Ärmel zerstieben
Ich steh' im Regen und warte auf Dich, auf Dich
Auf allen Wegen erwart' ich nur Dich, immer nur Dich
Der Zeiger der Kirchturmuhr rückt von Strich zu Strich, ach, wo bleibst Du denn nur?
Denkst du nicht mehr an mich?
Und ich steh' im Regen und warte auf Dich, auf Dich

And a translation from Google Translate:

I stand in the rain and wait for you, for you
On all roads I only expect you, always only you
The pointer of the church clock moves from line to line, oh,
where are you? Don't you think of me anymore
And I stand in the rain and wait for you, for you
Only the people who really love are always waiting

Aren't you coming yet? Like the falling drops on your sleeve
I stand in the rain and wait for you, for you
On all roads I only expect you, always only you
The pointer of the church clock moves from line to line, oh,
where are you?
Don't you think of me anymore
And I stand in the rain and wait for you, for you

May 6

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Today we have a copy of a letter written by Eva (on her 18th birthday) to her parents in Vienna. On April 27 and 28, we saw letters from Eva and Harry to their parents, describing their first few days in Vienna.  I don’t know how we have a copy of this letter – perhaps Eva and Harry kept a copy and brought it in their luggage when they came to the U.S. a few months later.

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Yesterday we got the letter about which we had been notified. I did not want to give the enclosed letter to Onkel Isak. Because, as I already mentioned, he is very formal and prim, and that might have been viewed as presumptuous.  

So please, mom, when you write to Onkel Isak, it is better not to mention the letter. An example of Isak’s formality:
#1. You must announce your visit, let him know you are coming. I think that’s all right. A visit may not last more than 1/4 hour.
#2. Yesterday afternoon, I took a walk with Harry and we met our uncle. He invited us for tea. It was all very stiff. Afterwards he asked us if we were going home. We said yes and we said goodbye, but we went a long way in the same direction but on the other side.

Fortune told us that when we visit Onkel Isak, we must kiss his hand since he is very old (58). We did that but he took his hand away almost in a fearful way as if it were unpleasant to him. (Please write about this.) When we visited his brother who is much older than Isak, we were the only ones who did that. I think it is just some sort of preventative feature having to do with money. 

Harry had to go pick up your letter from the uncle yesterday when he went with Albert to do that. Harry said that he had been very arrogant and hadn’t spoken with Albert at all, as if he were a subordinate. Harry said that our furniture was nicer than the ones the uncle had. I actually didn’t see them myself. If it’s possible, please when you, bring bed linens for Harry and me and also we both need a bathrobe, the other things we wished for, and the radio. The radio will bring you a sort of glory.

I don’t feel all that great here, although Fortune and Beppo are trying to make it as nice for us as they can for us. They show us off to all the family members and we don’t understand very much of the whole conversation, not more than maybe “tout à fait la mère ou le père.” As soon as they speak French I do amazingly well. But except for Fortune, most of the people in the family speak Spanish.

For what we’re used to, we don’t really live that well, although Fortune thinks they lives like a prince. The only prince-like thing I can see is that 99% of the vegetables are thrown away as garbage. For example, they have big thick meaty green beans, but all they do is eat what’s inside of the pods. They are being economical in sense. But what bothers me a lot more is that whether you’re respected or not here really only has to do with money.

Mom, you don’t need to think that you had the “fame” of being the worst dressed woman (of course I don’t mean right now, I mean 5 or 6 years ago). Fortune has a lot less than you had back then and it’s much the same for her children. Lisette doesn’t wear a hat so because of that I have to act the same and act like a country cousin.

When I go out and take a walk with Harry though, I really have to dress tip top. I have realized what the culture consists of. Women walk around like Parisian models and they are all fixed up (at the moment, lips the color of cyclamen are very modern).

I eat just as much as I used to eat in Vienna, but Beppo is angry that I eat so little. Here they eat 3 times as much as we do at home but nobody believes me that that’s not good for you. I’m about to explode.


 As in the letters from a few days ago, for Eva life in Istanbul compares unfavorably with Vienna in almost every respect. As I mentioned earlier, I wonder how much of that is her true feelings and how much is her trying to make her parents understand how much better she felt life in Vienna had been. Although they never had much money, we have seen that their lives were rich in love, laughter, music, and literature.

 

 

 

May 5

100 years ago today…

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My mother Eva was born 100 years ago today. I have found as I tell my family’s story that she often gets the least amount of attention. Some of it is due to documentation – I have so many of her mother’s and brother’s words, but few of her own. In life, too, she often was relegated to the sidelines. She did not like to call attention to herself and usually listened more than she spoke. Her brother Harry had a huge personality and charmed and filled the room. 

Eva was smart and independent, much like her mother. She had hoped to be a physician, something unusual for a woman in the early 20th century. She was so self-conscious about her accent and other-ness as a new arrival in the U.S. that she never pursued that dream, deciding instead to become a nurse. She longed for a life of adventure and travel. She loved opera and music, even trying to enjoy the music I listened to. She was an avid tennis and bridge player. She loved to drive, and whenever we went on vacation when I was young, we would get in the car and drive as far as we could during her time off, usually two weeks a year. In retirement, she traveled all over the world and loved every minute. She had a wonderful sense of humor and loved playing with language, writing clever poems (in English!) for people on special occasions. She always wanted to help, had high expectations of everyone but especially of herself, knitted beautiful hats and sweaters, and showed her love by showing up whenever and wherever she was needed. She did not believe she deserved nice things and was reluctant to spend money on herself. Although she was generous with others, she would not rely on others for anything. Above everything, she loved her family.

Eva lived a long life: she escaped the horrors of the Nazis and was able to survive and thrive in San Francisco. After some early support from relatives here as she completed high school, she made her way in the world – she completed nursing school, married, became the primary breadwinner, bought a house, earned a masters degree, became a public health nurse, raised a child, cared for her mother, retired, and explored as much of the world as she could. She had a debilitating stroke when she was 85. There were two silver linings: first, the stroke destroyed the part of her brain that was constantly judging herself so she was much mellower; and second, her brother Harry visited weekly and brought her great joy – after not seeing each other that often during their adult lives, their final days together were sweet and meaningful to them both. They would play backgammon (like the tric-trac of their childhood) and listen to music they both loved (thanks to their mother). She died 10 years ago, just a few months before her 90th birthday.


Eva in Vienna - 1921-1939:

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 Eva in the U.S. - 1939-2011:  

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From Helene to her daughter Eva on her 50th birthday:

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S.F. May 5, 1971

Everly,

May the coming birthdays be happy & gay as I wish you, to see when I will blink from above. From there it will not happen that I forget this day, happy that the Herrgott gave me my sweet Everl.

Your forgetful
mother
Helen


Eva on some of her many travels:

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May 4

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In today's letter, Helene writes to her nephew Paul who has recently arrived in New York from Europe. She summarizes the letters we saw on May 2 and 3 that her children sent to her from Istanbul, and the letter explains to us the circumstances of their going. She has not yet begun typing her letters to make sure they got through the censors.

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 Vienna, 5 May 1939

My dear Paul, we were waiting with impatience but not with unease your first letter from the land of unlimited possibilities, an attribute that relates to our Germany. I am not surprised that Arthur and his wife received you in a most cordial manner. I was only together with them briefly but the impression was a deep and very pleasant one. I am sure that you will regain your resilience and find a job soon, which, even if you really don’t think it appeals to you will not condemn you to idleness, which must seem like the absolute worst thing to people here. Keep your head high. I see in your spirit already now that your face is becoming more American and with your ability to fit in/assimilate, your circle of friends mostly imported from Europe, will increase considerably. I wish Robert were already there – the poor guy is alone and perhaps melancholy. Oh, the doorbell is ringing and it must be the postman.

Yes, indeed it was the post and we got a letter from Istanbul. Paul, since April 27th, the children are there because of a momentary inspiration on the part of Vitali. There was a satirical article that appeared with name and address about Vitali, the consequences of which we couldn’t really know just yet. A few weeks ago, a reporter unknown to us showed up and had a long consultation with Vitali. On the next day, another fellow came from this newspaper and he wanted an interview. You know Vitali. The man went away and after that appeared this article I mentioned. We made a pilgrimage to the Stubenring [their shop]. Four days later there appeared in the same newspaper, the article of the first visitor, who of course without naming names claimed exactly the opposite. If the first article writer had something else other than publicity in mind, one thing he certainly did manage to accomplish, the children were sent away “just in time.” Harry, in a morning, he managed to get all the visas - Hungarian, Yugoslavian, and Bulgarian; Vitali got the tickets; and Eva took care of the sewing with Jo and her mother who is 81 years old the rest of the clothing; and I packed the suitcases. And two days later, we sat with each other and 17 pieces of luggage in the Orient Express and rode to the border. This short trip, which has many interesting moments, I will describe to you next time. After a 48-hour trip, the children arrived safe and sound. Their detailed, illustrated reports are so well written that you could publish them. In succinct sentences they give a vivid picture of our next domain.

With the trip of the children, we have managed to pull off a very clever chess move. Apart from the actual purpose of the trip, we also managed to get an automatic extension of the passport and the children both got their feet on native soil before their 18th birthday. And finally, Onkel, a sort of Turkish Marco Polo, managed to have the effect that the General Consul here took off his “invisibility cloak” in front of Vitali and let us see our whole file of paperwork. We were able to see that our application with all of its papers and photos was all in the folder just exactly the same as the day we turned it in. Vitali is now very enthusiastic about following up on it. Whatever and whoever Onkel is, we now know because of what the children have said, that no person, not excluding our ancestors, may come to him without announcing themselves and getting permission. But for my children there are special provisions. They all want Vitali to come soon and are sure he will get a job there.

There is a complication. The children were supposed to go to the American Consulate and report themselves right away. There is no Turkish quota. It would be possible to intervene here because our consulate is not allowed to get involved in emigration matters. But we will certainly find the means and the ways. Unfortunately, I have not heard from the Zentners since January. I have only heard from Bertha Schiller that Tillie has an agent who is dealing in this matter. 

The children will write to you themselves. Paula Bekhor is now visiting us quite often. She is a charming person, a really great person. I don’t understand why you withheld her from me as a friend. We sympathize very strongly with her.

Paula Friedman and her mother also followed my invitation. They say hello. I think Paula will be going to England soon.

Written around edges:
Greetings to the Schillers to whom I will write separately.
Marie is well. I told her about your arrival.


Paul has just arrived in America, the first in the family from Europe to do so. He is staying with Arthur Schiller in New York and hopes to find work there. Paul’s and Arthurs’s mothers were first cousins although they may not have met since Paul’s mother died in 1902.

We saw the newspaper article Helene mentions in the post from April 7. Although I have just two newspaper articles about Vitali, it appears he showed up in newspapers at least a few more times, including the second article Helene mentions here which I have never seen. Another research project!

Helene talks about their pulling off “a very clever chess move” by sending their children to Istanbul before they were 18 years old. This was just under the wire, since Eva turned 18 just a week or so after their arrival. I’m glad at least one step in their efforts to escape Vienna went smoothly.

May 3

Today we have excerpts from two letters written a year apart from soldier Harry Lowell to his sister Eva in San Francisco. In letter from 1943, he is stationed in Fort Francis E. Warren in Wyoming for quartermaster training. In the second from 1944, he is stationed in New Guinea.

May 2, 1943

Dear Sis,

First of all, many returns of the day and all that (how old are you anyhow?) I trust that my present has reached you by now. How do you like it? …

Thank you very much for your letter; a soldier wants a lot of mail as I have found out. Get people (I don’t care who) to write to me; thank you. That poem was pretty good. …

After our Co. “C” volleyball team defeated all eleven companies of the first regiment, three of the “C” team were selected for the regimental team (I am in it, of course). You ought to see me among all the seven footers; it makes me look like Gulliver. Next week is the tournament which will decide the championship of the whole big fort. We played tackle football at mass games yesterday; we played without any protection at all. What a slaughter! There wasn’t one of us that didn’t limp to the barrack holding some part of his anatomy. We really had a lot of fun, by gum. …

Cheyenne is a pretty small town; the civilians don’t care much for soldiers at all. But I’ll get acquainted all right. (With my charm – it’s a cinch – naturellement Ha, ha! Sheech!) I’ll do my best anyway. I am getting tired of looking at soldiers all the time. When I go to town, I see nothing but soldiers, soldiers, and soldiers. The number of the inhabitants of Cheyenne is equal to that of the fort. It is easy to understand the feelings of the Cheyenne people towards soldiers. … 

Well nurse, I gotta close; there are a few more letters to be written.

Repeating my hearty good wishes, I remain

Your humble brother,
Harry.

P.S. I couldn’t get a frame for the portrait. Get one yourself. 

The portrait Harry mentions may be the one below.

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New Guinea
May 2, 1944

 Dear Eva,

I herewith acknowledge four of your delightful little V-letters, dated April 6, 10, 12, and 18. I must say your writing habits have improved; I remember the times when I was lucky to hear from you once a month. Is it because you have nothing to do or have you finally come to the realization that it’s nice to have a big brother? But seriously, it’s really nice to hear from you twice a week; it sort of keeps the bonds together, you know.

I started this letter with the intention of dedicating it entirely to your forthcoming birthday but I got on the wrong track. (If there has been any strong sarcasm in my first paragraph, forgive me.) Coming back to your birthday, it seems but a few years that I saw you in the cradle – a bundle of helplessness and shrieks. (Who would ever have thought that a pretty woman would develop from that little bundle, oh yes!) I remember quite clearly when Father and Mother showed you off in the neighborhood. Good old memories, it seems like yesterday! 

Well, sister, I had a few presents in mind that I would have liked you to have, but circumstances do not allow me to send them to you from here; take the good will for a present and cash in on it when I return.

How does it feel to grow older every year? (The reason I ask you that is because men here in New Guinea grow old semi-annually.) Now in conclusion of my birthday address I wish you many happy returns. Amen.

So you would not listen to the advice of your brother and others regarding that Standard Oil deal, eh? It had to be a pilot that changed your mind; anyway, I am glad you changed your mind.

I have been transferred from my old company to Headquarters. It’s kind of tough to leave an outfit that I have been with for so long, but I’ll get used to my new surroundings soon. I am now, what is called a desk soldier. … Yep, it’s a great life! At the induction center I was asked what I’d like to do in the army and what branch I’d like to get into. I told the classification officer that I’d like to get in the fight and emphasized that I do not want to get into the Quartermaster or work in an office. He complied with my request and shoved me into the QM; anyway, I was fortunate enough to be part of a truck outfit which gave me a chance to fire machine guns, AAA guns, and bazookas, and to follow a semi-infantry training program. Now, fate has willed that I be at a desk. You know, at times I feel like…a slacker – sitting at a desk while other men are out there getting killed or enduring hardships. I know you’ll say I don’t know when I’m well off – I do – but that’s the way I feel sometimes (Well, I got that off my chest.).

I received the March copy of the Readers’ Digest for which I thank you…. 

There aren’t any interesting events that I could talk about, so I’ll come to the close of my letter. I am surprised I could write as much as I did considering the censorship regulations, etc.

Give my best regards to Paul, Ursula and family (including the serpents, lizards, and rabbits)….

Keep up boosting my morale by writing.

Your loving brother,
Harry

P.S. I am looking forward to some snapshots and photos of you.
P.P.S. My new address is on the envelope.


In earlier letters from Harry, we learned of Eva’s desire to get a job far away. He has been trying to convince her not to take a job with Standard Oil. At this point she has chosen not to do so, but not because of any advice from family.

For those of you paying close attention, Harry is Eva’s younger brother. In this letter he pokes fun and imagines that the roles were reversed. He may have been thinking of this photo from 1924 in Vienna, with Harry in the foreground and Eva cut off at the side:

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I have one other artifact that I think was a birthday gift – I remember hearing it in the 1960s or 1970s. It is a cardboard record that Harry made while he was in the army. In my memory of it, he is singing “Happy Birthday” to Eva, presumably in 1943 or 1944. I tried playing it on a turntable this year but was unsuccessful. You can read more about such recordings and hear an example of one here

Recording sent from Harry to Eva. Postage was 1-1/2cents.

Recording sent from Harry to Eva. Postage was 1-1/2cents.