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ImageMaria
Feb 14, 2010 6:46 PM CST
Name: Maria Ramspott
Massachusetts
From the time I was 10 years old till I was 17 I lived through a lot of turmoil. It was in World
War II. What I have to say is historical but Politics of those days will be mentioned. I do not Want to start if anyone should object to it.
Maria

"Those who do not learn from the past are condemned to repeat it"
G. Santayana
ImageSharon
Feb 14, 2010 8:11 PM CST
Name: Sharon
Kentucky
No objections, Maria, I'll make sure of that.
Thank you.
ImageMaria
Feb 14, 2010 9:00 PM CST
Name: Maria Ramspott
Massachusetts
I will not be able to write at lengths, each story will be one by itself as I remember. but now it is late will start tomorrow.
Maria

"Those who do not learn from the past are condemned to repeat it"
G. Santayana
ImageSharon
Feb 14, 2010 9:03 PM CST
Name: Sharon
Kentucky
Rest well tonight, pretty lady, we'll wait for your words.
ImageHorseshoe
Feb 14, 2010 9:17 PM CST
Name: Horseshoe Griffin
Efland, NC
And in the end...a happy beginning!
Waiting here, too!

Stories are best told slowly, never at a "speed read" pace. You write it slowly, at your leisure, I'll read it that way, hangin' on every word.

Nitey nite All!

Shoe
ImageMaria
Feb 15, 2010 7:49 AM CST
Name: Maria Ramspott
Massachusetts
Thank you Sharon and Shoe, It will take me a while to get started to organize my thoughts, so please do not hold your breath, I am very slow with typing since I do not know how.
Maria

"Those who do not learn from the past are condemned to repeat it"
G. Santayana
ImageMaria
Feb 15, 2010 12:21 PM CST
Name: Maria Ramspott
Massachusetts
It is amazing how a child remembers the good times and the bad while growing up
Sad to say I do not remember many good times,life was too serious for a young child though there were a few moments of good ones like watching Papa to haul Mama out of her chair to dance the waltz or a polka that happen to come over the radio waves while my sister and I would clap our hands to the tune.

Depression was rampant in Austria, many citizens were out of work including my Papa. He was a Master Gardener for the city of Vienna. Vienna has many beautiful gardens but even they suffered negligence due to lack of money from the state.

It was early spring when I came home from school and saw my Mama in tears, she was listening to the Austrian Chancellor bidding our people good bye. He said he had no choice because the NSDAP whose leader was Hitler who threatened if the Chancellor does not succumb to a peaceful agreement there will be war that was totally out of the question, the Chancellor knew this would be a lost cause for Austria.

Something that was not told us at the time that he, the Chancellor was thrown into prison and later he had to suffer through a concentration camp till the end of the war.

Many Austrians voted for Hitler because of his promises for a better life. I remember the signs all over the city enforcing the 'JA' vote only, there was no 'Nein' vote. As my husband used to say, people will vote for the devil if they are starving.

To be continued

Maria

"Those who do not learn from the past are condemned to repeat it"
G. Santayana
ImageMaria
Feb 16, 2010 9:33 AM CST
Name: Maria Ramspott
Massachusetts
The new regime ordered many changes in our daily life. Where we used to say a prayer with a priest before classes started he was not allowed to come back to school, instead the teacher would arrive greeting us with 'Heil Hitler' with arm raised while we stood having to return with same.
One day a letter arrived telling my parents they must pay a certain amount of money if we wish to attend a church. Papa was furious saying he will go to any church where ever or what ever it is. He never paid.
Papa was hired again to carry on with his job as Master Gardener, of course Mama was happy she now had money to buy good food and cook again for her family. I loved watching preparing our meals, she was a great cook.
Some days I would go with her to the farmer's market for vegetables and fruit. The people that sold the food where actually not the farmers but were the ones that went out into the country side buying from the growers.
On one of those outings with her, I saw quite a few men and women with a yellow bands on their arm sleeves, not knowing what that meant I asked Mama, she told me that it meant they were Jewish. I asked her if we hve to wear a band like that because we are Christians. All she said was I really to not know what is going to happen next under these new rules'

I did find out soon enough



Maria

"Those who do not learn from the past are condemned to repeat it"
G. Santayana
ImageSharon
Feb 16, 2010 10:27 AM CST
Name: Sharon
Kentucky
I don't want to interrupt Maria's haunting but beautiful words with comments, so would you please go here to talk with Maria, or to ask questions of her:

http://cubits.org/writing101/thread/view/5281/
ImageMaria
Feb 16, 2010 10:59 AM CST
Name: Maria Ramspott
Massachusetts
Sharon, I am very happy you posted that, I would like if anyone has comments, other wise I would stop writing thinking no one is interested
Maria

"Those who do not learn from the past are condemned to repeat it"
G. Santayana
ImageMaria
Feb 16, 2010 3:25 PM CST
Name: Maria Ramspott
Massachusetts
My parents never voiced any prejudiced comments against anyone because of that I could not understand why certain people were not appreciated by the new regime. I asked Mama what did the Jewish people do to be considered an outcast in our country, she answered that they did not do anything. This puzzled me for a long time.

One day I visited my great-grandmother who now lived alone, my great-grandfather died soon after the Anschlusz. On my way home I had to pass one of our railroad station where I saw a very long line on the street with men, women and children with the yellow armband. As my eyes followed the line all the way to the top of the overpass, the line continued and seeing the people being herded into cattle trains. At home I asked Papa where are they going? He said I have no idea, perhaps to a place where only Jews are allowed to live, his guess was very close but as we found out after the war it was a lot worse.

Every year when school vacation started in July, we received our reports how well we did since Christmas. Diagonally from the school was a smal candy shop where a white haired lady was the proprietor. She always invited us to show her our reports and proceeded to give us piece of candy for the A we earned. This time to our amazement, she was in front of the shop door on her knees with a brush and a bucket of white colored wash with two 'Brownshirts' watching her she was forced to let the people know by painting I am a Jew. I asked one of them what that old lady did, he snarled at me saying can't you see she is a Jew, we do not want them around . Now what else could I say but tell my parents about it who advised me not to ever talk to those people again, they are just too dangerous.

One day I came home from school to tell my parents, I was now in the Hitler Youth.
Papa was so upset, he yelled at me with how could you do that? I told him I had no choice a Brownshirt came into our class room, made us stand up to tell us we are now in the Hitler Youth. Mama said that to him it was not my fault since I had no choice. He then said do not ever go to any of those meetings. I never did.

As winter came we now started skating, it was part of our school program. One afternoon as I am racing around the rink in circles I saw this man with a yellow band cleaning the ice, he looked familiar to me, so I stopped to see if I really knew him, he was our school janitor, I never saw him again, he probably had tp proof his background Just as Papa had to do before he was hired again, I still have the documents going back to the 18th century of both Parents.

Many of them left in time to emigrate to another country, but most of them could not, their faith was sealed.


Maria

"Those who do not learn from the past are condemned to repeat it"
G. Santayana
ImageMaria
Feb 17, 2010 4:46 PM CST
Name: Maria Ramspott
Massachusetts
There was a day when I heard Papa exclaiming that the name Austria had been changed to Ostmark,. He then told me to remember that Austria will always be Austria to the world and never to of it as part of Germany.

One day Papa wanted me to go with him for a walk through the city. We sopped at a still smoldering huge building. I recognized it as one of the synagogues He said he wanted me to see how evil prejudicial opinions are. Many years later I discovered that my father sense of fairness caused him to always be involved in politics.

Life continued for my family and if my parent discussed what was happening around us, though I was always interested about the world around me, but school was the most important part of my daily life. I enjoyed attending school and was very curious about most everything.I constantly read and studied to make certain I will be excepted to the middle School.

Very little has changes except now there was good food on the table and as always we spent summer with my grandparents on their farm but in 1939 my great grandmother asked Mama if I and my sister could spend our vacation with her while she visited her sister in the country. We had lots of fun with them, watching how to make Jams and Jellies from the fruit that grew on the land. We ate fresh vegetables and meat we helped to bring into the house. My sister, her name is Katerina, is 2 1/2 years younger than I am always full of laughter and mischief I usually was blamed for.

Just before we were planning to travel back to Vienna I looked out the window and saw lots and lots soldiers everyone of them leading a horse. I asked my Great grandmother , whom we called Omama, to look too. She turned back to me with anger in her eyes saying the are stealing our farmers horses, she added thoughtfully that there may be a war.

Just as we arrived home once more, Hitler invaded Poland, two or three days later, World War ll started.





Maria

"Those who do not learn from the past are condemned to repeat it"
G. Santayana
ImageMaria
Feb 18, 2010 9:32 AM CST
Name: Maria Ramspott
Massachusetts
Vienna is a beautiful and ancient city with a population about around two millions, The very old part that was once walled in for protection against enemies. In its center is St. Stephens Cathedral , going back to the 12 century, Emperor Franz Joseph had the wall torn down and a beautiful Avenue was built in its place, called the Ring. The Ring had a side walk, a street for delivery vehicles and taxis, a row of Linden trees, a step down was the place for the trolleys, next to them was a wide two lane street for normal traffic The same configuration started again on the other side. Many years later due to the amount of traffic, people were not able to cross it when the city of Vienna decided to built underground facilities with escalators to get to the other side.

Beyond the ring was an other Avenue called the Guertel, (girdle) with its side streets leading to the Ring where its street s led to the cathedral. I other words the layout of Vienna was like two wheels. within all that area were only apartments, Very wealthy people had villas on the outskirts of the city and most likely expensive apartments in the center. We lived in One of them near the Guertel on the third floor. One entered into a hall where also the bathroom was then in to the open dining and living area with a galley kitchen two bedrooms.

Twice I saw Hitler on both of these avenues. with people cheering on and others very quietly walking away, I did not, I guess I was just too curious to see what he looked like

We were a very private Family, . Mama had only one friend in the whole building that consisted with 25 similar apartments like ours. One day Papa lectured us never were we to discuss anything that was talked about at home, it could be very dangerous for him and our family, I asked him why, he said because we now live in a country that is not free any more where we are allowed to say many things the regime might think we are traitors.

At that time I just remember Papa reading the newspaper, complaining it was a new paper full of Hitler's boasting, how he will conquer back all the German areas that were taken away from Germany and Austria after losing them at the end of World War l. All I knew about that war was before that Austria was a huge Empire the Hapsburg Family governed since the 13th century He also read that Germans took over some places in Norway and others I cannot remember. I also remember thinking , what a terrible thing it is take something that belongs to some body else, it is stealing, and stealing is a sin.

Papa had a radio for quite a long time where most of the space on it was taken up with the map of Europe, each country was pictured in a different color with a small light for its capital cities when turned on I thought it was such a great map where I could tune in to any city I wanted to but during that time most of foreign places could only be reached via short waves, it was quite hard to hear what was said, still, it was any easier way to learn geography as opposed to a printed map, or so I thought.*


*will continue a bit later, am afraid I will lose this as I have done before many times



Maria

"Those who do not learn from the past are condemned to repeat it"
G. Santayana
ImageMaria
Feb 18, 2010 11:56 AM CST
Name: Maria Ramspott
Massachusetts
While the Germans invaded Poland, Britain and France finally decided to declare war on Germany, Papa guessed Austria was not important enough for them to enact that for us. This made me very sad because now we re not even Austria any more and many neighbors where enlisted to fight the so called enemy.

In 1940 I was about to be 12 years old, when from the time I was 10 every day I read the paper since we received diary books with 30 pages every month, where we had to report with pictures and stories about the war. Its cover was brown with the swastika on the front. I had to do that or I would have failed in German.

The Germans now invaded the Netherlands and Belgium.

I had just came home from school when a Brownshirt was in our apartment talking with Papa. I was told to go in another room. Afterward Papa told me the man asked him why he has not joined the NSDAP since he did belong to the NDPA
(National Democratic Party of Austria) . Papa said he refused and that the man said he will pay for that.

Vienna was still a a very formal city with old manners. When my parent met some one they knew, Papa dipped his hand and lifted the lady's hand to kiss it, So would do the man for my mother.* One of the man Papa knew very well from work told him a joke about how some Viennese told in secret, for some reason I remember it but perhaps not in the exact words:

Dear Jesus,
make me dumb so I will not go to Dachau.
make me deaf, so I will not hear what is going on,
make me blind so I can only see the good things from the past
make me all this things then I will be ready for the German Reich.

Papa smiled sadly, turned to us with his fore finger across his mouth and said sh, sh. Meaning do not ever repeat this. Later Papa said, a woman was arrested because she told a person a poem she heard (a wrong one at that) saying:

We do not want a war
We do not need a victory
We want a free Austria
Now we can hardly wait for Hitler's funeral**

My studies continued, not just in school but were given tickets to see many performances in the Vienna State Opera, Chamber music and Quartets in the Music Verein, (Hall) a most beautiful old building on the Ring, also saw many Plays in the Burg Theater, another magnificent sight to see, However I never saw anything written or played from countries that were fought against.

Papa was forced to join the German Army, he said that was his punishment that Brownshirt knew how to manipulate similar cases.

*I know you will smile or even laugh out loud, The Viennese in those days were still quite of the Victorian age manners have not changed much since.

**I have a tiny little book where I still have a few notes from those days

Maria

"Those who do not learn from the past are condemned to repeat it"
G. Santayana
ImageMaria
Feb 18, 2010 3:52 PM CST
Name: Maria Ramspott
Massachusetts
Shoe, yes it took place in Salzburg, Austria. The von Trapps ended up in New Hampshire where we met her. She opened a Music school and a restaurant strictly with Austrian cuisine. Her husband had died a few years before that. It is a lovely place. One of the sons became a Dentist and was practicing not far from where we live.

cece, I do not have any problems now, I just could not find my last story.

Just want to remind you your wonderful responses should be in the response thread not on this site, it just makes it a lot easier for me to find my continuation of what I want to say
Maria

"Those who do not learn from the past are condemned to repeat it"
G. Santayana
ImageMaria
Feb 19, 2010 10:00 AM CST
Name: Maria Ramspott
Massachusetts
Late in Autumn1940 Papa left us to join the German Army, It was a very sad day, especially for Mama, who smiled at him with tears in her eyes. Papa hugged and kissed us for the last time at the train station, he took me aside and said I now must take good care of Mama and Katie, I just nodded and said I will.

We kept on listening to Hitler's bragging about his conquest on all fronts in Europe. Mama said once that Hitler thinks he is another Emperor like Napoleon, but just think what happened to him trying to conquest Russia. I found pieces of paper flying around one day, the one I read stated that all we have now is war and hunger and killings, I wondered where that came from.

Austria had to keep everything dark, windows had to be covered, no street lights, even the trolleys had to cover the windows. Little flashlights were passed out to us, they were called squitchy because one had to press a button to turn on the light making a squishy noise for a second then off it went till needed the next time.

Food was strictly rationed , by the time I was 14 no more milk was rationed for me, but at least we had some food now, much later there was not any.

Papa came home on furlough for one week at Christmas, we were a happy family but did not know it was our last Christmas together only for me forever.

For two years during summer school vacation we traveled to be with him in Germany. He was delegated to guard French prisoner of war. The first year we stayed with a Blacksmith. Our room was right above the shop where he worked. I will never forget the smell traveling into our window. Between his house and his neighbors was a narrow alley where I finally learned how to ride a borrowed bicycle, if I thought I was about to fall, I just held out my arm to hold on the wall of the building. In no time I cycled all over the village and thinking when I returned to Vienna I am going to use Papa's, he never allowed this before, he needed it to go to work.

In the summer of 1942, now I was almost 14 years old, we spent the summer again with Papa but lived in an other private house. that house was very elegant to my eyes, very large with many rooms. It had a wonderful vegetable and fruit gaden in the back yard, we were allowed to eat all we wanted, my favorite were the raspberries and gooseberries. The name of the town is Reichenbach on the river Fils, where I went swimming with new friends, we would swim under the railroad and street bridges, sometimes we could not see light on the other side, oh what fun I had.

Papa took us to the fenced wall where the prisoners lived, they too would come out and chattering away in french bringing us 'schokolade' they received from their home country. Papa later said to us if we remember when we talked about prejudice.* He said these man are just men from another country getting involved in something that is not their fault as it is not ours.

Here is a picture with my sister on the left and a french prisoner showing of.

I will continue

*Can you imagine how upset I was when first I discovered about people in this country having to sit in the back of the bus? Allowed to drink only at certain fountains?
















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Maria

"Those who do not learn from the past are condemned to repeat it"
G. Santayana
ImageMaria
Feb 20, 2010 8:40 AM CST
Name: Maria Ramspott
Massachusetts
Papa came home for one more visit telling us he expected to be to be ordered to the front but did not know where it would be. Mama was in tears and Papa's expression on his face was bitter. He gave Mama a few well wrapped packages saying to her in it are some crackers and sugar cubes, do not open them unless you are very, very hungry, he also asked me again to take good care of Mama and Katrina
One more time we waved him good bye as the train slowly left the station.

Every day I would rush home from school to ask Mama if she had a letter from Papa. For many days the answer was always a desperate no. Finally one letter came telling he was in Italy. Mama said she was glad it was not Russia.

Listening to the short waves from London, I gathered the German Army did not fair very well on that front, I understood the English language fairly well now after its study for nearly eight years. Not only did I want to know the news from the other side but it also helped to add to my vocabulary. I made notes of words I did not understand to look them up on my German-English dictionary. It always upset Mama when I turned on the radio for that purpose, thinking we would get arrested if the wrong person discovers this. I reminded her that our walls were very thick and never could hear what our neighbors are up to.*

One afternoon, at nearly the end of summer, the sirens started to howl for the first time meaning we were going to be bombed. With haste we took off to the cellar but Vienna was not attacked it was an industrial city near by that produced airplanes for the war. The sirens came on again, this time at a steady sound meaning all was clear.

That autumn, I started my third year in the gymnasium, high school that catered to students with knowledge of foreign languages that included Latin. Due to the fact I was allowed to skip one class from the middle school I was among a year younger than some of the other students.

Christmas was not celebrated, we just went to the midnight mass and home again.
Mama was not her old self, very serious, hardly ever smiling, did not want to go anywhere just stayed home, cooking, sewing, and cleaning.

I was worried about that.

*What makes me smile now remembering saying to my teacher, why do we have to study English, we'll never use it.





Maria

"Those who do not learn from the past are condemned to repeat it"
G. Santayana
ImageMaria
Feb 20, 2010 5:47 PM CST
Name: Maria Ramspott
Massachusetts
Early the following year Mama received a letter stating Papa was missing in ation but it did not tell us were he was. Mama was devastated believing he was killed. I troed to console by telling her that there was a very good chance he was still alive but I could hardly believe this myself.
Next morning before leaving for school, she asked me to stop at St. Stephens Cathedral to light a candle and say a prayer for him. It was very cold with icy streets, I felt I had to hurry since I did not want to be late for school when I saw a woman fall down seeing she broke her leg badly, for a minute I thought I could help her but instead I ran into a store asking him it if is possible for them to call an ambulance which they did. By the time I saw a few people standing around the woman who was very silent but I told her to expect help in a short time, some one will stay with you till then. Rather than being late for school I decided to fulfill Mama's wishes after lectures. By then it was dark but inside the church it was as very bright. I have never seen so many candles with hundreds of people lighting them.

Mama was getting more and more depressed, she refused to leave the house. I had to shop for food and other errands, such as once a week I had to pick up Papa's salary as it was ruled a family must continue to receive it if he is in the army. I did not have to go far to the market, the first floor of our building was where the store are located. There was the general market, the butcher, a store with fresh produce, a bakery, a candy shop. a shop where tobacco and newspapers where sold, a wine and beer store, a beauty parlor, and my favorite place, a library. I was there nearly every day for a new book mostly for research requested by the school.but also various Novels I wanted to read.

At the beginning of spring another air raid followed, this time I was a district not near to us but we heard the bombs falling, first the whistling sound as they cut through the air and a while later an enormous crash. When it was close together we would could be hit. It is similar to a very bad thunderstorm.

To this day I do not like that type of weather.

Once again we received a letter, Mama was afraid to open it so I had to, it was from the Red Cross informing us Papa was a prisoner in the United States. Mama swore it was because I lit that candle.









Maria

"Those who do not learn from the past are condemned to repeat it"
G. Santayana
ImageMaria
Feb 21, 2010 12:01 PM CST
Name: Maria Ramspott
Massachusetts
In 1944, air raids became serious now. As soon as the alarm went on we were dismissed from school. some students were typical teenagers, it made them happy to miss classes, I was in a hurry to get home to make sure Mama and sister were OK.

At times I came home just to see from our bedroom window Americans Planes appearing over the distant alps from the south. It always seemed to be a sunny day but their trail made the day look cloudy, there were that many.

Even the ancient part of the city was bombed, I could not understand this, there were only historical buildings, nothing was built there for the war effort as it was done on the outskirts, this made me very sad. Reading the paper about how many underground fighters against the present regime were diligently searched for by the Gestapo (German State Police) and arrested, Other Large cities were also bombed but it seemed Vienna deserved the maximum.

My days were over roaming my city to learn all about it, its architecture, its music, visits to the various homes where Beethoven, Mozart, Strauss and where many other giants in their field lived. Unfortunately, the museums very empty, much later I was told Hitler stored all the treasures in some salt mines* I still had the opportunity to watch performances at the opera, the Vienna Philharmonics and some plays. I also saw a few movies but I never was enthralled with them, unless they were a biography for famous historical persons.

We have not heard from Papa, I wondered every day were he was and what he is doing. We now received running water for a shorter period of time, food was getting less and less.

Bombing continued almost every day, one of them was particularly heavy near were we lived. It was the railroad station where I saw so many Jews being taken away. I still did not know where they were taken to.

After that attack we had no electricity, no water, no gas for two days. I had to take a bucket to find a water hydrant. I was hoping the one by our home was running but I was not that lucky. As I looked around some one told me the closest is near the church about 5 blocks away. The line of people there seemed like a mile long but I made it home with water sloshing all over me. Mama rationed the water very carefully so not a drop was wasted, for one thing I also was told the water was only running for two hours at that place.

Many have tried to assassinate Hitler, one German Officer nearly succeeded but as I read this in the paper Hitler said no one could kill him, he would live forever but he did not did he? Yet he caused thousands upon thousands to die for him. I never in my life wished any one dead but I was sorry when that was a failure. , especially as I went to school two days later after we had our light and the rest back, my school was bombed to smithereens with a sign telling us where to go for further education, that school was much further away from home, it would take me a 1/2 hour on the trolley to get there. How could I get back home in time to be with Mama?

* Years later all art was returned to the museums. There were kept in the salt mines.

Maria

"Those who do not learn from the past are condemned to repeat it"
G. Santayana
ImageMaria
Feb 22, 2010 4:54 PM CST
Name: Maria Ramspott
Massachusetts
We were told by Hitler, not matter what, Vienna will be fought for every stone that exists in that city and anyone who will fight for an open city will be arrested as traitors. This was very harsh while bombs kept on falling killing innocent people not to mention destroying many of Vienna's ancient treasures .

School was now interrupted very often, there were times I thought it useless to show up when arriving for classes an hour or so later we were told to leave for home. There came a day when I did not make it home due to an air raid I decided to go to the catacombs at St. Stephan's Cathedral located near my school. After it was over I thought that decision was not very smart, one single bomb could penetrate the roof and travel without any hindrance through the floor at ease and kill quite a few people that hovered among ancient skeletons below the church.

Finally arriving home, seeing Mama and sister where fine, Mama said she went in to the cellar at our church because she felt save there, no one would think of bombing a church. I told her at once what could happen if she went there and asking her to promise not ever to go there again and just to stay at home in our cellar. One of those bombs would have to penetrate 3 floors of solid cement an bricks.

Heavy bombing continued, one incident I clearly remember when coming home from school, Mama and Katie were not at home, of course, I was thinking they decided to go to our church were I searched for them but they were no where to be found. Racing down the street looking at all the people going back home when I finally saw them, was I ever glad when Mama said they went to the bunker that was built for various reasons including for the safety of the population. What surprised me that one of those bunkers was very far away from where we lived but Mama said she left a long time before in expectation an other raid will happen, she also remarked that she promised me not to go to the church for safety again.

Mail had stopped delivery, will still have not heard from Papa.
Maria

"Those who do not learn from the past are condemned to repeat it"
G. Santayana

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