By Terri Wangard
A
batch of forgotten letters was found in my grandmother’s house. Written in 1947
and 1948, they came from distant cousins in Germany. My grandparents and other
relatives had been sending them care packages. My great-great-grandfather
immigrated to Wisconsin in the 1870s, as did two brothers. A fourth brother
remained in Germany, and these letters came from his grandchildren.
When
I revived a dream to write in 2008, I decided the family in the letters would be
the perfect subject around which to craft a story. Research revealed life in
Nazi Germany as increasingly grim before the war even started. The letters
provide a fascinating glimpse of life in war torn Germany, but nothing about
the war years. How had the family coped? I turned to the internet and searched
on the family’s factory name. I found it all right, in a list of German
companies that used slave labor. I wanted my family to be the good guys, but
that hope grew shaky.
Contact
had ceased in 1948 after the German currency reform, and with their silence in
the letters, many questions couldn’t be answered. Why had they refrained from
any mention of their thoughts and activities during Hitler’s regime? Desire to
forget? Shame of the vanquished? Concern the American family wouldn’t help if
they knew the truth?
Circumstances
of their postwar life offer a few facts. The family consisted of a brother, his
wife, and three young children, and a sister and her husband, and their “old
gray mother,” who turned 66 in 1947. Another brother languished as a prisoner
of war in Russia, not returning home until 1949, I learned from the German
department for the notification of next of kin. The sister and her bridegroom
had lived in Canada for five years, returning to Germany in 1937 because she
was homesick. They were bombed out of their homes and lived in their former
offices, temporarily fixed up as a residence. Before the war, they employed
about one hundred men, but in 1947, had fewer than forty-five, with no coal, electricity,
or raw materials to work with.
My
imagination took over. The family, not the newlyweds, came to Wisconsin.
Because a critiquer scorned someone returning to Hitler’s Germany due to
homesickness, I gave them a more compelling reason when I rewrote the story.
The grandfather had died and the father had to return to take over the factory,
much to the daughters’ dismay, who loved their new life in America.
They
did not support Hitler. Because their factory had to produce armaments and meet
quotas imposed on them, they had no choice in accepting Eastern European forced
laborers, Russian POWs, and Italian military internees.
The
older daughter (my main character) took pride in committing acts of passive
resistance. Now a war widow, she hid a downed American airman, an act
punishable by execution. When they were betrayed, a dangerous escape from
Germany ensued.
Maybe
the family did support Hitler. Many did before realizing his true colors. My
version probably doesn’t come close to the truth, especially concerning the
daughter. The real daughter was twelve years old in 1947. No matter. This is
fiction, and this is a family I can be proud of.
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Terri Wangard has a World War II
series awaiting a publisher. Book 1, the subject of my blog, is the 2013
Writers on the Storm winner (ACFW Texas chapter), Book 2 is a 2012 Genesis
finalist, and Book 3 is the 2013 First Impression winner. She writes historical
fiction but is clearly a thrill-seeker who as her bio picture shows is bridge
climbing in Australia. Terri lives in Wisconsin. You can connect with
Terri on her blog.
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