The Last Train from Berlin
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The Last Train from Berlin is an account of the life of Marianne Hofmann, born May 28th, 1917 in Berlin Germany during the height of World War l. Perhaps her birth at such a tumultuous time, prior to the new birth of Berlin, played an important role in shaping her equally tumultuous personality.
Marianne struggled through World War ll finding employment for the German military, then an internment in a Russian prison camp. After escaping from that camp, she gathered up her daughter and moved as far south as she could to Fuessen, Germany. She found employment for the American Army as a secretary during the day and waitressed and managed the German Baumgarten Restaurant in Fuessen, frequented by American soldiers. With the help of a W.A.C. - Marianne and her daughter Christel moved to the United States, where she received a service offer from the C.I.A.
Marianne found her footing in New York City. She married, purchased a well-known delicatessen, then set her sights on cleaning up Manhattan streets and her neighborhood by Arden street with the help of the 34th Police Precinct.
Like an energetic pendulum, Marianne lived life swinging to both ends of a spectrum, touching countless lives along the way.
Christel Hoverkamp
Christel E. Hoverkamp was born in Berlin, Germany. After fleeing Germany, she moved to the United States. Her subsequent travels have led her to reside in England, Indonesia, Norway, Saudi Arabia and Qatar. Ms. Hoverkamp deeply loves her family and friends. Her interests include writing, fishing, golf, tennis, gardening, practicing speaking German, Indonesian, Arabic and most recently, Chinese. She now resides in Florida with her husband, Peter.
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The Last Train from Berlin - Christel Hoverkamp
The Last Train from Berlin
A story based on true events
Christel E. Hoverkamp
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Copyright Christel E. Hoverkamp 2013
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Table of Contents:
Acknowledgments
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Epilogue
About the Author
Acknowledgments:
First, I want to acknowledge the great loss of Peter's brother Fred Hoverkamp (John Frederick Hoverkamp). No matter where Peter and I were living, in other countries or back in the States–Fred was always a great friend and had a contagious laugh.
My other brother-in-law always helped us on our boating problems and marine advice–thank you Captain Doug Hoverkamp.
Peter's sister and her husband were always calm and understanding. Betty
Audrey Wohl, was a godsend even before Peter and I were married. Thank you for your gracious help at the most difficult time in my life.
The late, Major Helen Magoon–I want to thank you for bringing my mother and I to the States and I wish to thank you for all the help you gave us.
The late, Heinz Hofmann, this man saved my life, literally, and helped my family many times. I can't thank you enough.
I am very grateful to the late, Vivienne Kuhrt. This bubbly sweet lady that everybody loved, helped me meet my husband at college.
In Germany- I owe much gratitude to Marga Flemming, who is still my best friend, and to her mother, the late, Maria Loeckher. Special thanks for their special relationship with my mother, the late Marianne Hofmann. Together they created a line of a Four Generation Friendship
.
Dear Peter–Thank you for extending my family from zero
to all of your brothers and sister, mother and step-father, uncles and aunts, and cousins to our entire family circle. You have made my life interesting, very busy and you have been very loving and supportive to our children, George, Christopher, and Heidi, and seven grandchildren, Asheton, Kelsey, Katelyn, Jacob, Victoria, Emily and Sarah, throughout all these adventures for fifty-three years plus.
Each moment signifies whether an end result is to be good or bad. Trust either develops for the better or for the worse, no matter with whom that moment is shared.
In such instances, decisions must be made quickly, to walk away from them with complete trust in your heart, or walk away with disgust and hope that we can forgive and forget. ~ Christel Hoverkamp
Prologue
During the latter days of The Great War now known as World War I, Germany was a key player in the original Triple Alliance with Austria-Hungary and Italy. By 1917 the United States had joined France, Britain, Russia and other powers in the war against the Triple Alliance that engulfed most major countries.
A baby was born on 28 May, 1917 in the University Woman’s Hospital in Berlin, Germany to an unmarried worker, Anna Marie Nowak, something that was rather frowned upon in those days.
The child’s name was recorded as Marianne Marie Nowak. By declaration in April of 1923, Adam Jerke, the girl’s father and now husband to Anna Marie gave the child his family name. This was my mother, Marianne Marie Jerke, a tough start that was to be more than a boring life.
Eighteen months after my mother’s birth, On November 18, 1918, Germany signed an armistice to effectively end The Great War and the world quieted for a time.
My mother spoke little of her parents; only that her mother had passed away when she was sixteen-years old, and that she, Marianne, had loved her father dearly. She was the oldest of three children, the younger siblings were boys.
After the war and during my mother’s childhood in the 1920’s, times were lean. Since Germany had largely depended on industry and farming, The Great Depression, which began in the United States, soon gripped Germany as well. The United States could no longer loan money to Germany to rebuild after the war and this dragged the German economy into further decline.
Marianne and her younger brothers
Marianne traveled to Poland in 1930 and again in 1931 to visit her maternal grandmother. At the time, Marianne was only thirteen and fourteen years old, proving her independent spirit. She stayed with her grandmother for six weeks on her first visit and eight weeks on her second.
For German citizens, just finding enough food to eat and feed a family was difficult at best. People had resorted to a survival mentality and looked only to care for their own. Life centered on survival and politics were far from the minds of the working class. The country was divided by the very citizens who should unite it. Even a loaf of bread was worth its weight in gold. This was the same throughout most European countries and the people saw little hope.
When Adolf Hitler rose to power in the German Worker’s Party, life began to improve at a rapid pace. Food was abundant, jobs were ample and German citizens dug themselves out of poverty. Later, Hitler, the peoples’ savior, was appointed as chancellor and transformed the Weimar Republic into the Third Reich, a single party dictatorship.
Under rule of the Third Reich, Berlin developed a sophisticated culture including; advanced architecture, various literature, psychology, philosophy, film production, painting, music and art.
Film made vast artistic and technical advances during the twenties in Berlin, and gave rise to German Expressionism. Talkies
, or sound films, became popular with the European general public, and Berlin produced many of them.
The University of Berlin, known today as Humboldt University of Berlin, became a major intellectual center in Germany and Europe. The sciences were especially favored. Albert Einstein served as director of the Kaiser Wilhelm Institute for Physics in Berlin, only leaving after the anti-Semitic Nazi Party rose to power in the late twenties and early thirties.
Despite the growing culture or perhaps because of it, Germany and Europe lay in political turmoil.
When Marianne Jerke’s mother passed away, my mother set aside her dreams to care for her younger brothers and managed the household as her mother would have. She shopped for groceries at local markets, cooked and cleaned and made certain the boys attended school daily and kept up with their studies.
Her father worked hard to provide for the family. The loss of his wife and caring for three children was sometimes difficult for him. Marianne so cared for her father that she rooted herself into the role of the family matron.
Marianne’s social life suffered and she lost touch with her friends. Her father, however, met a young woman after a time and soon wanted to marry the woman. Marianne resented her, perhaps because of the attention her father paid to her. The woman refused the marriage proposal initially, due to her dislike for Marianne. One night Marianne overheard a conversation between her father and the woman, and the woman agreed to marry him but only if the oldest were to leave the home. The oldest she referred to, of course, was Marianne.
Rather than cause a scene, my mother vowed silently to leave the house that night. Whether her father defended her or not, she never knew. Early the following morning she packed her meager belongings and left.
Alone and hungry, Marianne wandered the Berlin streets dragging her belongings behind her. For the first few nights she slept in building entryways and once in an alley. She slept little, and ate what she could scrounge or beg from shop owners.
While scrounging food early one evening in an alley, a man approached her. The finely dressed man was well-spoken and showed genuine concern for her plight. He introduced himself as Reinhold Krankemann and after brief conversation, offered her a safe place to sleep. By now, Marianne was cold, tired and hungry and so, with some hesitation, she accepted.
Reinhold, who had been born in Berlin in 1912 and was five years older than Marianne, led her to his apartment at 47 St. Petersburger Strasse, where she set her belongings in a front room corner. Reinhold prepared a simple dinner while she bathed and oh, the bath felt good!
The two ate dinner quietly. Reinhold asked questions of course as to why she wandered the streets, but Marianne provided only enough information to appease him. Soon, he took the hint and quit asking. After dinner Reinhold left the apartment to meet with friends and told her to make herself at home. He didn’t return until well after midnight. Marianne slept on the couch and didn’t hear him return.
Reinhold was a handsome man even though he was several years older than she was. He took good care of her, provided her food and made sure that she had what she needed each day before he left for work. Marianne cleaned the house and washed dishes while he was gone, anything to earn her keep. Now that she had clean clothes to wear, she took to the streets in the mornings to look for work, and kept house during the afternoon before Reinhold returned home. After a few weeks their relationship became comfortable. Weeks turned into years and eventually the relationship had become so comfortable that Marianne discovered that she was pregnant.
Reinhold, it seems, was less than thrilled about the pregnancy. Marianne had seen the warning signs in his frequent late night forays out with his comrades, often drinking at the Kneipe (bar), and returning home late at night. The upcoming baby didn’t deter his late nights out.
This was a time before birthing in hospitals. Most often women delivered their babies at home assisted by midwives. When I was born on April 25, 1940, rather than attend the birth, my father celebrated with his comrades at the beer festival. Marianne had been unhappy with Reinhold’s lack of attention for some time and his absence at the birth of his child set her off.
Mother found work in clerical and as a secretary for the local Railroad authority from 1941 until 1944. This exposure and experience would serve her well in the near future. She had always been a hard worker and between her and Reinhold, they made a good living. Marianne saved and spent her earnings on expensive jewelry and when she dressed up for an evening out, she wore fine fox furs over her shoulders.
Over the following months Reinhold remained true to his nature. He rarely helped around the house or with the baby, leaving the household duties to Marianne. His nights were spent at the local Kneipe.
Eventually Reinhold went off to join the military to fight in what would become World War II. My mother once said that if he returned from the war injured she would stay with him. However, if he returned healthy, he would soon return to his old ways and she would leave him. He did return healthy and so she moved out of the house and took me with her.
It is here that my story with my mother truly begins.
Chapter 1
As I’ve grown to adulthood, I’ve come to realize that most people carry with them the happy memories of childhood. They remember birthday parties and Christmas’s with beautiful sparkling gifts. Or perhaps their fond recollections are of family feasts over turkey and ham dinners. The delight of childhood should be to laugh and play, to run in the fields and invent silly games, the rules of which, only the children understand.
I have few memories of such things; not that memories of this kind weren’t made in my home-city of Berlin. Yes, there were such things, I know because I have heard of them from friends. My childhood however, was different than most.
Christel with her doll age ca. 18 months in Berlin before their evacuation
A lifetime ago I remember living in Apartment #34, Ebeling #9 in a working class section of the city. I recall sitting in our living room early one morning playing with my doll and my teddy bear. My doll’s name is Baby Anna and my teddy bear is simply Teddy.
My dog, Roscoe, lies faithfully beside me, watching us play.
The morning seems no different than any other morning until a faint rumbling noise begins. Roscoe barks and races to the window. He paces quickly back-and-forth, barking and barking. Roscoe, quiet!
I call to him.
At first the noise seems like nothing, and then slowly it grows louder and louder, then so loud that the floors, the ceiling and the walls of our apartment shake. The sound is unlike any I’ve ever heard. The Allies had started bombing Berlin along with the other industrial, war industry and port locations after a failed attempt by the Germans to level London.
Through the wall I hear the neighbors cry and the cries turn to screams. Mama rushes in from the kitchen looking around the room with wide-eyes.
I cover my ears and scream, What’s that noise, Mama?
Christel, come!
she says then snatches me by the arm. I barely have time to grasp the doll and Teddy before she scoops me into her arms. We have to get to the cellar!
Her voice quivers; I had never heard Mama afraid before, but I sense that she is afraid now. Her fear scares me.
What’s happening?
I ask again.
Mama carries me in a hurry out our apartment door and into the hallway. Roscoe follows on her heels, whining and barking and adding to the confusion. Mama reaches the stairwell and hurries down the steps two at a time.
Other people from the building are ahead of us and behind us. The screaming neighbors follow right behind us though their screams have softened to tearful sobs. Their son, Heinrich, who is four-years-old and about my age, is carried by his father. Heinrich’s eyes are blue and watery; in his eyes I see that he is as scared as I am. When his father comes close I reach out for him and he stretches for my hand. Then, the gap between us widens.
As we bounce down the stairs, I can’t pull my eyes off of Heinrich. He looks back at me, refusing to pull away his gaze or even blink. Underneath our feet the floors shake and glass is flying and every once in a while I hear loud noises and we hear crashes and crunching sounds. People are screaming: Bombs! They are bombing us!
We all reach the first floor, our fleeing group turn as one down the first floor hallway. Mama follows those in front of her downstairs and into the dark cellar. Heinrich and his family follow close behind us. I’d never been in the cellar before but I’d heard scary stories from other children who had.
Other people are already in the dark cellar. Light from high windows shines in from the street. The windowpanes quiver from the rumbling. The noise isn’t as loud here in the cellar, but I still hear it.
Mama weaves through the gathering crowd. Roscoe has stopped barking but still whines now and again. We reach a spot that must be toward the center of the building above us since a thick, grey-brick wall centers the large room around us. Mama leans against the wall then looks at me and brushes my brown hair from my face.
The fear is still in her eyes, though she seems less afraid now. Are you hurt, Liebchen?
she asks.
I shake my head.
She pats my Baby Anna’s head. Good, you brought your playmates. We’re all safe here.
Marianne,
I hear a soft voice before a woman steps from behind a large man who I don’t recognize. The woman is our other neighbor, Mrs. Schultz who is old enough to be my Oma, my grandmother, if I had an Oma.
The old woman stands close to us, as though doing so shields us from everyone around. She lays a hand on my shoulder and says, My, oh my, Christel, such excitement, eh?
I nod to her.
Mama says to her, I’m glad you made it to the cellar. I thought I should have checked on you but we were in such a rush.
Oh, not to worry, my dear. I can still climb those stairs when I need to.
Mama slides me down and onto the floor. I sit with my back to the cold brick and Roscoe lays close enough that I can feel his body heat. I pat his head softly, It’s okay, boy.
I sit Baby Anna and Teddy in my lap facing me. They don’t look afraid. I’m scared.
I tell them very quietly.
I look through the forest of legs standing in front of me. Most people stand still, only a few fidget around though I don’t understand why; they have nowhere to go.
Then I see Heinrich’s blue eyes looking at me. His hand is stretched up to hold a man’s hand. The legs he stands next to look like his father’s so I suppose it’s his father’s hand that he holds onto. Heinrich doesn’t look afraid anymore; he looks lost. Just like on the staircase, Heinrich doesn’t look away. Then, a few people shift and he’s swallowed up in the sea of legs.
Mama and Mrs. Shultz are talking but I’m not paying attention. I wish they would say what