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My Mother´s War Memories - A Reconstruction in the Face of Ukraine and Gaza

World War II,  Ukraine, Gaza. 


Wars are still everywhere, either in memory or in current experience.  World War II is the most distant, but there are still a few survivors. One of them is my mother, who is now 98 years old.  She is a very sweet old lady, she has forgotten who she was, and is, and she confuses people, times and locations.  But, she is the kindest of people, never complaining, never aggressive.  This is how she always was: I cannot remember a single time when she complained about anything. 


This page is a partial analytical summary of a few long conversations I had with her, shortly before her mind began to let go of its lifelong discipline of holding things together.  We talked quietly, outside, as she meandered through her war life in a long relaxed monologue. It is one of the most valuable gifts from her: diving back, retrieving details, trying to give a balanced and reflected view, switching between the most detailed memories of particular incidents, and reflections about her role in the Nazi time.  


She is a WWII survivor whose survival mechanism was to distance herself from difficult experiences at an emotional level, and to use her brain to turn everything into positive aspects. It helped her through traumatic war years, and  later, through all her demanding later life.  She had 3 consecutive careers: first, as a musician. Then, as a teacher at a public school, and then, until late into her eighties, as private teacher for kids with learning disability. 


Born 1929, she was only 10 years old when the war started, and she was 15 when the war ended.  She spent the war years mostly away from home, in the "Kinderlandverschickung", working for soldiers, in a labor camp, under enemy fire, exposed to life threatening situations. But, when she told us about it, she remembered it as a good time. We did not understand what was below that. 


As children, we never really understood her history - the war was far away, and children have other things to do than research into their parents trauma.  We just took our parents with their inexplicable habits.  My mother, for example, never spent any money on herself, she saved for bad times. And, she was completely - so it seemed to use - without emotions.  Instead, she was 100% focused on her profession as a teacher. 


As a grown-up, I have a hard time, as I reread, to get that she was only 10 when the war began - her memories still being so clear and precise. Memories of bombs falling, of the family running for shelter, and she, the next morning, collecting bomb splitters with her comrades. 


Survivor research 


There are several strands of research into their history. Two of them are represented here: 


  • Individual traume: what was the psychological long-term impact on the children and youth over their life? How did they cope? 

  • Intergenerational trauma: what was the long-term impact on the children and grandchildren - and even further down the chain - of these survivors?  This concerns me, for example, and my children. 

There is, I then noticed, also another strand of research, which I find interesting. It is the way, survivors build memories, and talk about them.  There is also a strand of research called "oral history research".  I may come back to this. 

  • Language-oriented ("oral history research"):  what are the typical linguistic patterns in which history is represented verbally? How does language help to hide or reveal what actually happened?


Ukraine and Gaza


When my mother told me about the war in this manner, WW2 was 73 years in the past: three quarters of a century.  And still, the effect of her memories lingers in me, my siblings, my children and grandchildren.  This intergenerational traume. In this case, very typical for Germany, it resulted in emotional silencing and neglect. 


Germans were the culprits, and silence was the appropriate means - so it seemed - to cover up.  


Children from Ukraine and Gaza (this place of incomprehensible genocide by the victims of Germans, which is now even criticised by Chancellor Merz) will not result in a silenced generation.  As  Anthony Blinken once said:  "We assess the Hamas has gained at least as many fighters as it has lost".  


The traumatised children of Ukraine and Gaza will be violent rather than subdued.  This is, for example, what German teachers in classes with Ukrainian and other refugees experience: "every pen is imagined as a gun. They only know violence, kicking, throwing to solve conflicts. They do not respect any authority" (a teacher to me).  



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A long conversation with my mother, shortly before onset of dementia


An extract (translated by DEEPL)


Military - labor service camp


 Now yes, and now we were, that was already before the end of the war, because now we were needed somewhere else, not in the labor service, but in the military and with a stroke of the pen at the top, that was at the top of the authorities, we became military. And then we were told that they were now heard, they had a, what else do they call themselves? White army or whatever.


Anyway, they're military and subject to military laws, that's what it says in the letter in front of the bio button, I think it was. So they're no longer private, they just have to wear uniforms and they're subject to all laws, so desertion, now there's a death being created. Well, maybe.


So at first it wasn't the intention to flee. Now we always get men who command us. They were officers, a few non-commissioned officers, Robert Preußisch.


And now, this labor service camp was made up of 150 girls, one of whom was a worker, a factory worker, and 149 were future high school graduates. We already knew a bit better or could actually see very clearly what was going on. And the intrusiveness of the men, we were able to let them off easy.


Life was hard there because it was always freezing cold, freezing winter. What were the men like there? Pushy? They were pushy, they tried to be. Oh, I don't think they knew that at all.


It was all about military discipline, of course, but such nonsense, of course we all saw that. So we lived in barracks, we had to heat them ourselves, without any heating material, we had to find it ourselves. Never stroked, we say.


Getting the things going with wood, which never really dried out, was a feat, the only one who could do it was Härtchenfreitag, Härtachfreitag it was called. We were able to compensate for that, Härtchenfreitag was helpless in other situations where we were superior and could help her. And it was so cold, we always had to take turns doing certain jobs on the floor, cleaning and whatnot.


That winter, when we were cleaning the toilet and grabbing the door, the night came on immediately. That was so fucked up. And at the same time, if we weren't compliant with these men there, they ordered us to put on blue clothing, blue service clothing, that is, thin cotton pants, without warm roll-up underwear, in which we couldn't deliver short-sleeved things and our posts.

So that was stupid. Still, I remember we were always assigned to guard duty. Every night, we were just men, not even from Cologne.


No, we were only military, we had to check all these buildings in this dark area, including the pig we were feeding. And in this guardhouse, where we had to make sure that we were really awake, or lying on the beds, there were lice. And every girl on guard duty, the ones with long hair, they warned us beforehand because they didn't have to do anything with their beautiful long braids afterwards, that's how it was.


Everyone had lice. There were no lice in the area, because it wasn't like they got them at all. Yes, then we learned to shoot pistols, and then we learned to shoot with real pistols, but not at people or anything.


And then, yes, then we were supposed to be bedded out at searchlights, that was it. But because it was the end of the war, they didn't come over with their headlights. So we were there and I don't know what we did.


Yes, nonsensical stuff, so every morning we had to line up for roll call and every girl, every maid had an aluminum wash bowl, which we didn't use because they were so hard to clean. Every drop was visible. I can also see it when I stand in the bowl, in the Maid's part bowl, when my clean tap has splashed, the palter sits in the water.

So what did we have to do? Every morning with the cleaned bowl. I have here finally, the war, the enemy is almost overrunning us already and we have to line up with cleaned bowls where we haven't even used them, just showered. So.


We also had to clean the bikes every day. Every day. Even though we don't even use them.

They had to be cleaned. 


And when it came to the end of the war, yes, we were told at some point that we had to have something like rucksacks. What for? Yes, if you had to flee, you had to have something to carry with you.


I know, I needed something like a rucksack from the blanket. Then I also had my guitar with me.



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