tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77931637652597313332024-03-16T07:37:14.080-08:00FACTS are stranger than HISTORICAL FICTIONQuotes that will get
your imagination going.Erika Rummelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125369578875494684noreply@blogger.comBlogger491125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793163765259731333.post-25420712014043370702024-03-16T07:36:00.000-08:002024-03-16T07:36:13.922-08:00at *hAUSER & WIRTH: NOT A QUILT<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEved3HVslQkwJqPpjCEvi_opqGWwoAg5fX3DcNFGF9B14fZVwj8lrwiqgBrCM8mYM3tZ0bV_06oG65FfLqoAtf-eDy_glDgxv3rg5OASuICgZkxM7G26JFzsUIdzzYL9qvBAQtLkzBZSxuPH2f9V8AsXsFAZB6QWs242yFgzAN45rPPJNQ7sU1v2WuYM/s4000/LA%202024%20Bauer%20and%20Wirth2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEved3HVslQkwJqPpjCEvi_opqGWwoAg5fX3DcNFGF9B14fZVwj8lrwiqgBrCM8mYM3tZ0bV_06oG65FfLqoAtf-eDy_glDgxv3rg5OASuICgZkxM7G26JFzsUIdzzYL9qvBAQtLkzBZSxuPH2f9V8AsXsFAZB6QWs242yFgzAN45rPPJNQ7sU1v2WuYM/s320/LA%202024%20Bauer%20and%20Wirth2.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi95_ZUfK4vMebLY4rRFmLOAFCb8ApEHSyqpIQL3g_hJM1AXfitW93EHCBRPfoHTY1K7ynXlzLa4CVrvI5RBcfn85qlFueylOSQ_W8vIQRpj2iXhBms6hbWOv8vD_V7OsR-im8Q-gakYkr8Y0xJQHYV5rgktkgrrcXqO4yhcf-g9cAqphA81L3xgIn4Cx8/s4000/LA%20Bauer%20and%20Wirth%201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi95_ZUfK4vMebLY4rRFmLOAFCb8ApEHSyqpIQL3g_hJM1AXfitW93EHCBRPfoHTY1K7ynXlzLa4CVrvI5RBcfn85qlFueylOSQ_W8vIQRpj2iXhBms6hbWOv8vD_V7OsR-im8Q-gakYkr8Y0xJQHYV5rgktkgrrcXqO4yhcf-g9cAqphA81L3xgIn4Cx8/s320/LA%20Bauer%20and%20Wirth%201.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">AND ANOTHER KIND OF "QUILT" AT THE #BROAD:</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNVbbx_5R6yMcwLc3mzOsPH1GcwueQZ7kn3hZSg6LAs-ezuO0W3n7V5m-Rmr6XXLM36WDbKFvvR2E3BNYi18f4tLDIEMdseob0sfG6qXBvooZpz_wiktUOme1hdkLx3FHvDgYNEdkDRA18oDv5O4ufJHRp1FK-eZLFwvZKLe3yXjyYYe5rWJ2Tq8hBmAU/s4000/LA%202024%20El%20Anatsui.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNVbbx_5R6yMcwLc3mzOsPH1GcwueQZ7kn3hZSg6LAs-ezuO0W3n7V5m-Rmr6XXLM36WDbKFvvR2E3BNYi18f4tLDIEMdseob0sfG6qXBvooZpz_wiktUOme1hdkLx3FHvDgYNEdkDRA18oDv5O4ufJHRp1FK-eZLFwvZKLe3yXjyYYe5rWJ2Tq8hBmAU/s320/LA%202024%20El%20Anatsui.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p>Erika Rummelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125369578875494684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793163765259731333.post-15515466080919715872024-02-20T12:02:00.001-09:002024-02-20T12:02:32.042-09:00AFTER #KRISTALLNACHT(15): LETTERS TO MARGARETE GOLDSTEIN<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd0wIOWtVLeaqWu92eiwzYw__JpZ9DL5Rjhdd1dQ6XfE4B-vh3bR4VEXtlGBkeyzHESij0QALxlz6_sgW9OI3Jk-nOYqz-uOXjMHIkJ5dmaYwF5os9jUInMfpOqkOOSKfkHYwJApeNGtQdC77sWUlh4ALmb44tYiO5U7TC-sDfJpkRgkAzvSitWQUwMWk/s1368/Susi%20Mainz%20house.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1368" data-original-width="1094" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd0wIOWtVLeaqWu92eiwzYw__JpZ9DL5Rjhdd1dQ6XfE4B-vh3bR4VEXtlGBkeyzHESij0QALxlz6_sgW9OI3Jk-nOYqz-uOXjMHIkJ5dmaYwF5os9jUInMfpOqkOOSKfkHYwJApeNGtQdC77sWUlh4ALmb44tYiO5U7TC-sDfJpkRgkAzvSitWQUwMWk/s320/Susi%20Mainz%20house.png" width="256" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mainz, 28.3.39<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;">My dear Gretel, thank you for your
kind thoughts on this day. Oh, if only I was already out [of this life?] – I
long so much for it. But no one asks about [my wishes], one has to suffer to
the extreme end! You should know that, and [I am telling you now] only because
I hope that it will not take much longer, or I would gladly have spared you for
the time being. I suffer all the time, and all your prophesies of [the growth]
stopping or similar developments, for which I myself have long waited like for
the Messiah, are worth nothing. It would have been better if you had asked your
clever physicians about medications that might help against the pain which gets
worse with every day. Mind you, there is hardly any medication that Ernst <i>[Emma’s
doctor]</i> hasn’t prescribed, who looks after me every week now. And since
Saturday I also receive injections, which Sister Maria gives me …[illegible].
They make me very tired without helping me much. Today I went on strike. I
wanted to write to you already in the morning while lying down, and after the
injections I doze for hours. But today I was too tired, and now after my tea
which always makes me feel a little better, I write to you immediately because
I don’t know how I will feel over the next days and because I also must write
to Lilly <i>[Emma’s daughter in Buenos Aires]</i> these days. I am bound to
think a great deal about poor Julius <i>[Gretel’s late husband]</i>, how much
he had to suffer, how he lost weight and hardly had the will to eat anymore. I
too am almost at that stage, for a long time now I have been terribly skinny,
and most of the time I have to force myself to eat, but for certain reasons I
want to hang on a little longer. But don’t come to me now – apart from the fact
that you have no time, I no longer have a bed downstairs. The one upstairs in
the attic is wrecked, and I returned Mrs. Achenbach’s bed to her. Gustel <i>[Auguste
Gutmann, married to Emma’s uncle]</i> is living at Mimi’s <i>[Emma’s sister]</i>
now, that poor thing is homeless since Saturday and still has no idea when she
can leave and where to go, presumably first to Manchester. It looks like it’s
not going to work out in Latvia <i>[where Milly had a textile factory].</i>
Milly stayed at first with Berthe <i>[Bertha Goetz, related to Milly’s husband]</i>
in London, and I think, she is also now in Manchester – has she not talked with
you? I am sorry that Ernst’s <i>[Gretel’s youngest son]</i> hand is still
taking a long time to heal, but I can’t understand it. Your physicians don’t
seem to be very skilful. I am surprised that H. wants to build a new future so
far away, as she did quite well so far making progress. I am very sorry that
now, that you have your furniture, you are not using it and are renting a flat
– it’s not about the money that I have to pay (that will happen as soon as Dr.
Kraus has permission), but that you have to pay 15 Pounds there now. Surely
Wolfgang [<i>Gretel’s oldest son]</i> and Hans <i>[Hans Juda, married to Gretel’s
daughter Elsbeth]</i> and Elsbeth too can manage that, and you can repay them
later if they are in such need. There are many things in which I don’t
understand you. For months you press me about your furniture and when you have
it, you make difficulties for yourself. Don’t forget about Liebensteins <i>[Emmas’s
neighbours]</i>, they would like to know more details about you, and you won’t
believe, how uncomfortable I am with that. This week a certain Mrs Lautner [?]
was here twice, who wanted to have your address. She referred to a certain Mrs.
Altschueler from Kaiserslauten, I believe, whom Julius <i>[Gretel’s late
husband]</i> knew very well, and [talked] more such nonsense, and although I
was in bed after the second injection, I asked her to come in, so I could [talk
to her] myself. I said you are in the process of moving, I did not have an
address for you, and why did she need it, etc. Of course it was about Woburn
House <i>[Jewish refuge centre aiding German and Austrian Jews to emigrate to
Britain]</i>, so I quickly got rid of her.
Tomorrow, after 5, I expect [a visit from] a gentleman from the local
court for the purpose of a general power of attorney, valid also after my death.
[It is] for my administrator, who will come along. I already…</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;">[The end of this letter is
missing. Emma Neuman committed suicide on 3 April, 1939].<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>For the originals see </i><b>LBI Archives AR 7167/MF 720.</b>The
translation is by Erika Rummel and Susi Lessing.</span><o:p></o:p></p>Erika Rummelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125369578875494684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793163765259731333.post-8553882493399145132024-02-10T07:56:00.004-09:002024-02-10T07:56:47.152-09:00 AFTER #KRISTALLNACHT(14): LETTERS TO MARGARETE GOLDSTEIN<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFekylspqy-Rp2BF2XsZXeQloxyKQk9Z8X2I3doE7GY6157eGMiedntaiOOxlB8vBnnZRhtuwamdeC0V9jCK0PgbNmuxTmmjkzCWKraef_1ZYuCPy_oAGrxdvO4OK5KqmaavC7wiWHCGnhCIc8VPiR5yFVPip-K1THFENPB-hAWloQHPxSZOVoWQypGSk/s4032/Susi%205%20Margarethe%20Neumann%20.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFekylspqy-Rp2BF2XsZXeQloxyKQk9Z8X2I3doE7GY6157eGMiedntaiOOxlB8vBnnZRhtuwamdeC0V9jCK0PgbNmuxTmmjkzCWKraef_1ZYuCPy_oAGrxdvO4OK5KqmaavC7wiWHCGnhCIc8VPiR5yFVPip-K1THFENPB-hAWloQHPxSZOVoWQypGSk/s320/Susi%205%20Margarethe%20Neumann%20.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"> 22.3. 1939<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;">My dear Gretel, I just settled
down to write to you, that is, stretched out on the chaise longue, as I always
do in the morning -- earlier I had called Dr. Kr[aus], unfortunately to no
purpose because you always tell me half of everything or less than half -- when
Mrs. Liebenstein <i>[Emma’s neighbour] </i>arrived for a lengthy visit. She too
had nothing pleasant to tell me. First about Dr. Kr[aus]: You tell me that your
furniture is now at customs, for which I was very glad. As you write that
everything is working out once I pay, I waited until this morning for a call
from Dr. K. telling me to send the money. Then I called him myself, so I could
write about it to you, and heard to my surprise that I need not look after
anything, that you knew everything from him, from Br. and Roth etc., also the
main thing – that the 15 Pounds must be paid there in foreign currency, as for
sending the money to the company one first needs permission from the foreign
currency office. Dr. K. is of the opinion, which I second, that it cannot be
very difficult for you to have someone there pay the 80 Marks or lend them to
you. Is Wolfgang <i>[Gretel’s oldest son] </i>not able to do so, or Turk [?] or
whoever else there may be? And I cannot understand that you cannot find
sufficient time for yourself, to rent a flat. After all that is also important,
and mainly, let me advise you not to rent just a place for the summer now that
it will soon be warm weather, but rather to think of winter, so that you will
have a warm and comfortable place by then. You know how bad this winter was,
and we had snow until yesterday and very cold temperatures. Mrs. Liebenstein
was very indignant – I promised to report it to you. She wrote to you twice in
five months, always with return postage, and you remained mum (she said). She
has a very rich brother in Lugano [?], who will give full guarantees for her,
and they also want to go to England and would like to know how much money they
have to deposit and for how many years. I promised to write that to you, and
perhaps you could write to her directly at Kaiserstasse 41 or write to me, and
she will pick up the answer in eight days. It would be best if you told her
about the office where she needs to apply. If you could do so, I personally
would like it if you took care of her a little. She was not wrong to say: if
one lives 30 years in a house, well, etc. To get back to your office affairs,
may I ask: What do you mean when you say “Tell Oppenh[eimer] and the other
relatives that I have nothing at all to do with Wob[urn] House”? <i>[Woburn
House was the Jewish Refugee Centre helping German and Austrian Jews to
emigrate to Britain.]</i> I know that very well and haven’t been asked for your
address or anything else in a long time. Who is Oppenheimer? As far as I
remember…Marianne [?] asked for your address. Are the Webers finally leaving
you in peace? I haven’t heard from them in a long time. Mar.’s principle is to
write to us only when she wants something, and Lilly v H <i>[i.e. from Hanau?]</i>
didn’t even think of visiting me. Some time ago I wrote to you “I bet you ten
to one, that you won’t guess who visited me” – since it is a riddle, put a
“Dr.” in front, and you’ll solve it. That Lilly has an acquaintance in Hanau,
you know as well as I do, you silly girl! Did you not at the time take my
silverware along? <i>[A decree of Feb 21 1939 required Jews to turn in gold,
silver, and other valuables to the state without compensation.]</i> Otherwise, I don’t understand your doubts.
Adele visited me yesterday morning and told me much that was of interest. After
years of hesitation on B’s part, she and B intend to visit your hospitable
island, but how long will it take [to realize that]? T. Georgi was here just
now for an hour in the morning and brought me a very kind letter from Irmgard
and a piece of Prinzregenten cake from the birthday [celebration]. Lieschen
arrived safely in C[anada] with her party of five. Now, after my tea, I am
sitting once again at my desk, expecting Mimi <i>[Wilhelmine Bing, Emma’s
sister] </i>shortly, perhaps also Guste <i>[Auguste Gutmann, married to Emma's
uncle]</i> and am sending you, my dear child, 1000 heartfelt greetings and
kisses for today. Your devoted mother.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>FOR MORE LETTERS SEE MY NEXT BLOGPOST. For the originals
see </i><b>LBI Archives AR 7167/MF 720.</b>The translation is by Erika Rummel
and Susi Lessing.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p></p>Erika Rummelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125369578875494684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793163765259731333.post-78181153950306311582024-02-04T06:29:00.001-09:002024-02-04T06:29:42.358-09:00AFTER #KRISTALLNACHT(13): LETTERS TO MARGARETE GOLDSTEIN<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim3lKLbF8MczgUkp87hrdE5rcBCo19d9uF9LhxGUX-eJ96O143Y4yBDmjPTo_USMWjGr-WuFpJpnal6FcQUdfZ3NPrS5Zl4jfxuCEiLsL-ZWFa8pX_Y3DhN1VjxPboFs2hAkC19XbTNne5h6jH71k-VZrDtTEWDnWoEJitMmVibsCYzek5p-46Ge8MiDI/s1368/Susi%20Mainz%20house.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1368" data-original-width="1094" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim3lKLbF8MczgUkp87hrdE5rcBCo19d9uF9LhxGUX-eJ96O143Y4yBDmjPTo_USMWjGr-WuFpJpnal6FcQUdfZ3NPrS5Zl4jfxuCEiLsL-ZWFa8pX_Y3DhN1VjxPboFs2hAkC19XbTNne5h6jH71k-VZrDtTEWDnWoEJitMmVibsCYzek5p-46Ge8MiDI/s320/Susi%20Mainz%20house.png" width="256" /></a></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;">Thursday, 16.3. 1939 <b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;">My dear Gretel, for once your dear
letter arrived a day late, instead I received a letter from Dr. K[raus] on
Tuesday answering my letter of 19.2. It is a good thing that February is over,
those people were very stressed with filing taxes, etc. – that’s also how he
justifies his late reply. As he wrote that you are informed about everything
and that he has sent you a number of copies, I won’t deal further with the
contents of his letter to me. Yesterday I gave it to Dietz, so that he can
discuss most of the content with him and can then report back about it to me.
One matter, about which I immediately contacted the company Zo [?] by phone, as
his report that you had received the clearance document for your furniture, and
he asked me whether I wanted or was in a position to pay for it. I explained to
him that the money was available to him any time (of course he will have to
negotiate with the currency exchange office first) and must immediately inform
me when he has any information, also from the company Br. and R. because he still
has to inquire how much has to be paid. He mentioned ca. 250 Marks – I hope it
isn’t much more. I can see, however, that you yourself have contributed to the
delay of the matter. First you tormented me for weeks about paying the money
for the furniture, for which I had no opportunity however (it is amazing how
ignorant you are over there about the circumstances and regulations here), and
now you have allowed 2 weeks to pass without informing me what I ought to do. I
would of course have instructed Dr. K[raus] to have your furniture released, in
which case you might perhaps have had them by 1. April, and for which you are
so eager. That appears to be very questionable to me now, although Dr. Kr[aus]
is of the opinion that the company can send the furniture as soon as they have
the money. For your sake I hope that’s the case. I am glad that you were able
to spend a nice evening with F and also that you are now going out more often.
The monotonous life you led combined with the heavy load of work does not suit
you, and I can also tell from your letters that you are in a better state [of
mind] now and not as harassed and upset as you were at first, even though there
are quite a few things that seem to depress you now. But that will also be
resolved. Ernst St. <i>[Emma’s doctor]</i> was here just now. He looks in on me
now every week and regularly prescribes painkillers for me, first Enkodal,
today also Optalidon, but unfortunately they no longer help, and I have to
suffer the pain and grit my teeth. It is one advantage that the nights are
better than the days, and I am able to sleep for a few hours, with sufficient
medication, that is. You wanted a report about my condition and you mustn’t
have any illusions, just as I no longer have any. Even the nice comforting thought
of spring no longer works for me, unless a miracle happened and the growth of
the tumour stopped, and I still have a little hope of that coming about.
Nevertheless, don’t worry about me, my dear child, you know that I won’t
readily throw in the towel and am not easily overcome. The most important thing
for me is that you are happy and content, and this is the greatest consolation
to me. You know, I overestimated your intelligence! That’s the consequence,
that you silly child don’t occupy yourself crossword puzzles and other riddles
and did not quite understand the clever riddle I posed you. By the way, letter
was once again opened by the customs office “to check on currency exchange”.
Have my letters been opened as well? I should have written “Rosenecke” [?]
instead of “Hanau” – perhaps you would have understood the riddle a little better
then, or perhaps “Tiloit” [?] or something similar. But you did know that L had
friends in H[anau]? Well then!! I hope you had good news from Ernst <i>[Margarete’s
son]</i>, and his finger will soon be healed. Will he get his old job back? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You won’t have such an urgent need for the old
fine handkerchiefs, as you write, and you will perhaps soon haven an
opportunity to pick them up yourself. One can’t entrust that to another person,
or don’t you know that either? In any case they are not that valuable, they
won’t make anyone rich. Why would I worry about Kahn [?]? I told you that this
business is all the same to me, I don’t even think about such things. Instead,
I have a lot of things to do with my administrator and put in order before 1.4.
<i>[the date on which an instalment of the wealth tax was due, according to the
ordinance of 21 November 1938]</i>, we must wait for the decision about the
taxes, and other such things. Gustl’s <i>[Auguste, cousin of Emma’s father] </i>affairs
are one step further, the day before yesterday their furniture was finally
taken away in a small container [?], for which they had to pay a year [in
advance] so that it can remain in the duty-free harbour – for first they have
to obtain the immigration permit, and during all those preparations things
often change completely on account of new regulations, which appear overnight. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I
have to end for today and remain with 1000 kind greetings and kisses,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;">Your devoted old Mother <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><o:p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>FOR MORE LETTERS SEE MY NEXT BLOGPOST. For the originals
see </i><b>LBI Archives AR 7167/MF 720.</b>The translation is by Erika Rummel
and Susi Lessing.</span><o:p></o:p></p>Erika Rummelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125369578875494684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793163765259731333.post-12978516684909246242024-01-23T07:07:00.002-09:002024-01-23T07:07:12.023-09:00AFTER #KRISTALLNACHT (12): LETTERS TO MARGARETE GOLDSTEIN<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZVfvMjwni60X7Ji4TVZkCsbwjGASkWgCO1f7wJ96WtnvGtPs1mMxZxng7KXCqsWtTGJtNGamhqRGuOcYWV-oR0e0YOvfWeNmSjXCSNyzVedxAQCsPTvlkg6zcjK-M7uCCdkT_gs4iNemLh1hvrQ3TxO2QCNJlsda6tP8o97sE7MUJLZcAvofFk0zpvhI/s1344/Susi%20Margarethe%20und%20Lilly%20Neumann%20.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1344" data-original-width="706" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZVfvMjwni60X7Ji4TVZkCsbwjGASkWgCO1f7wJ96WtnvGtPs1mMxZxng7KXCqsWtTGJtNGamhqRGuOcYWV-oR0e0YOvfWeNmSjXCSNyzVedxAQCsPTvlkg6zcjK-M7uCCdkT_gs4iNemLh1hvrQ3TxO2QCNJlsda6tP8o97sE7MUJLZcAvofFk0zpvhI/s320/Susi%20Margarethe%20und%20Lilly%20Neumann%20.png" width="168" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;">Wednesday 8.3. 1939<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;">My dear Gretel, yesterday I
received your dear letter of Sunday, as I do every Tuesday, and took great
pleasure in it because the contents did not affect my mood as negatively as they
do most of the time. It is good that you have a little more time for yourself
now, at least you can spend Monday and Saturday afternoons as you please,
although you still have to deal with too much correspondence. Forgive my
scribbling, I am trying for once to write to you while I lying down, because in
the afternoon that is better for my leg. And to lie down and do nothing is
terrible for me and only fatigues me. Yesterday I looked through the old
account books while lying down, and through he housekeeping book of my dear
grandmother, all of which is to be pulped, together with the contents of
another bookcase, as well as <i>Der Morgen</i> <i>[a German-Jewish literary
magazine founded by Julius Goldstein, Emma’s son-in-law, published between 1925
and 1938] </i>– or should I not do that? But what will happen with it in
future? In the afternoon I am more hands-on (although I’m talking about my
leg!) and at that time I also have A[delheid]’s <i>[Emma’s maid]</i> help.
First the laundry was put away, then the (finally cleaned) bookcase was set up
– earlier on, there was still broken glass in it from 10. 11. <i>[a reference
to Pogromnacht, when Nazis rampaged and destroyed Jewish property]</i>—but with
almost no books, and why bother? Last week I gave away a huge number, including
several novels, to Babettchen, to whom Mrs. Schweizer, her sister, has set a
good example. In other respects, too, she is a woman who does an infinite
amount of good and constantly cares for the poor. This time your letter was
opened by the foreign exchange office, and some time ago the same happened with
one of Lilly’s <i>[emma’s oldest daughter]</i>. But they miscalculated. They
could see only what good and loving daughters I have, so ha-ha! And you write
that you are now in possession of the clearance certificate for the furniture –
so what’s next? Who notified you of this? I wish you’d write in a little more
detail about these things, also if anyone else apart from me reported to you
about the tax ruling of 800 Marks, and why suddenly such a large sum. Your
friend Kahn [?] threated through his advisor to force an auction. The letter
was addressed to my administrator, with a copy to me. I am waiting what the
future will bring. I just want to know who will take care of your furniture –
since I will shell out the money for it. I don’t want you to be under any illusion
that you will have the furniture by 1.4., as much as I would wish it for your
sake. Aunt Pauline, who emigrated in May, has only now come into possession of
hers. It is true, however, that there were constantly new difficulties and new
regulations. On Saturday afternoon I had pleasant visitors, and in addition I
invited Mimi <i>[Emma’s sister, Wilhelmine Bing]</i>– indeed, I can’t seat more
than 4 persons at the table in the living room. I bet you 10 to 1 that you
won’t guess who my visitors were, but not to make the test too hard on your
curiosity, I will tell you that they are Lilly’s friends from Hanau. I even let
them take along the fine little handkerchief which you left behind in the
summer – it would be regrettable if it got into the wrong hands. Well then,
they are approximately 2 hours [away], you will find the address in the list of
names in the green address book. Besides, Mimi knows about it, and I am sure
you will have an opportunity at some time, when it’s worth your while, to fetch
the handkerchief or have it brought to you. That answers your question of last
month.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>This
morning I received a list of silver items one may keep or must surrender. I
wanted to tell you in case you don’t know about that, and I am glad I no longer
have much silver, yet sorry for every single piece that I must surrender. Last
week I forgot to write to you about a letter from Rose which came to my address
but was meant for you and asks for your address. She writes from Villars <i>[skiing
area in Switzerland]</i> (the highest and most beautiful place in all of
“Bexen” <i>[Bex, town at the foot of Villars]</i>), where she accepted a
position for a few months. – Now that I have gotten up, I see that the letter
is for me after all. She just wants to know whether you are still <i>en France</i>
<i>[in France]</i>, etc. and where, and she complains bitterly that she has
lost a great deal on account of her husband’s brother, that she couldn’t pay
the interest (<i>ses int</i><i><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">érê</span>ts),
</i>that’s why she took this job. Yet she kindly invites me, if necessary, to
come to her, saying that she had always room for me. She wants your address –
should I give it to her? I am sure she will not ask you or me for anything. If
you do not write to her, I will, she is there only until 20.3.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>A
few days ago someone from the Staedtische Sparkasse <i>[municipal bank] </i>called
concerning your taxes. I referred the gentleman to Dr. Kraus <i>[Emma’s legal
counsel, former mayor of Mainz].</i> [I said that Kraus] took over those
matters because I am too old and sick, and he ought to call him. Have you heard
anything about that? K[raus] no longer tells me anything, I assume that he
corresponds with you directly and that you know more than I. Perhaps this
matter is connected with your furniture – I don’t know a thing about it. When
Milly <i>[Amalie Schwarz, emma’s sister, who later left for Riga and Great
Britain]</i> is there, I assume you will talk to her, then she can report to
you about Leo herself. That idiot has only now, that is, a short while ago,
applied for an extension to his resident permit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am glad that family M will come to you
shortly, but it is tragic that the poor man has to go on suffering so much,
just like poor L in L – which again shows the duplicate nature of the cases.
Here the weather has also turned warmer, and I frequently air out the apartment
and sometimes also go out on the balcony – but that’s not possible today
because of the stormy weather.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I
want to conclude because Mimi will soon arrive, perhaps also Georgi <i>[perhaps
Georgine Eller, Emma’s sister]</i>, and then I won’t be able to continue
writing, or rather to send off the letter, because Adelheid has been
participating in air raid safety exercises for more than 8 days, and I want her
to take the letter along around 7.30. Prior to that of course she will look
after my dinner, and everything is prepared for that.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Stay
healthy, my child, and be especially careful in this March weather. By the way,
did you solve my riddle? I don’t think it was hard. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: large;">All my love and
heartfelt greetings and kisses from your loving mother. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><o:p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i>FOR MORE LETTERS SEE MY NEXT BLOGPOST. For the originals
see </i><b>LBI Archives AR 7167/MF 720.</b>The translation is by Erika Rummel
and Susi Lessing.<o:p></o:p></p>Erika Rummelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125369578875494684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793163765259731333.post-54811181175614189692024-01-18T13:35:00.001-09:002024-01-18T13:35:06.830-09:00AFTER #KRISTALLNACHT(11): LETTERS TO MARGARETE GOLDSTEIN<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDGjL-pvaXlkkJIY3aCu3tdiJ1OWU9pEr1QpW6O1eoryNOIiG-xdqw1nh69D8fLqRbrd0zGMqO2LPc88cHVgwfIQ9zjEwMH1eXbqClEKMDet0pmvu3Cu9RNC44cGBjJYEV9Il85Iu5s2tZVrx-0uK27PM5wgvyq-sXCz6hbBTCNSc3KZbNQ-dsGr_1AbU/s1368/Susi%20Mainz%20house.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1368" data-original-width="1094" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDGjL-pvaXlkkJIY3aCu3tdiJ1OWU9pEr1QpW6O1eoryNOIiG-xdqw1nh69D8fLqRbrd0zGMqO2LPc88cHVgwfIQ9zjEwMH1eXbqClEKMDet0pmvu3Cu9RNC44cGBjJYEV9Il85Iu5s2tZVrx-0uK27PM5wgvyq-sXCz6hbBTCNSc3KZbNQ-dsGr_1AbU/s320/Susi%20Mainz%20house.png" width="256" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;">Wednesday 1.3. 39<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;">My dear Gretel, although I am
rather tired after a bad night, I did finally get up for an hour before the
meal at noon, after I had dozed on the chaise longue all morning – if only to
work up a little appetite for the meal, to have a little conversation with you,
and to answer your dear letter of Sunday. In the meantime, I was glad to have a
postcard from Lieschen and find out that she spent an evening with you, and I
was happy that you make exceptions [to your routine] and do occasionally spend
an evening with others. It is not good at all to be always on your own.
Lieselein wrote to Mimi <i>[perhaps Wilhelmine Bing, Emma’s sister] </i>that
you plan to become independent soon. I suppose that refers only to your
intention to rent a small apartment for yourself. Or do you have any other
plans? I was glad that you spent an afternoon with Wolfgang <i>[Gretel’s oldest
son]</i> and his family once again and I send my heartfelt thanks to him for
his kind lines and for the prospect of hearing more of him soon. Yesterday,
toward evening, I had a really pleasant surprise: Willichen [?]<i>[presumably
Willy, Emma’s nephew]</i> came here with his mother <i>[Jenny Saarbach, Emma’s
sister]</i>. He arrived yesterday morning, just for the day, and left again
yesterday evening, because he will show up on your side within the next few days
– finally! It took especially long in his case. Mimi also came right away, and
he gave her an apparently good tip for Leo, which goes via Berthe, to whom
M[imi?] wanted to write yesterday already on Willy’s instruction. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: large;">This morning I
did not get around to continue writing because first my tenant, or rather the
tenant of Mrs. A [?] came downstairs and brought me a wonderful bouquet of
lilacs, then came my administrator with whom I always need to discuss all sorts
of things, and as is the case most of the time, it was 2 o’clock until I
finally ate. In future I will have even more business with him, and you will as
well, because we learned yesterday that from 1 April on the lawyers and
trustees are no longer permitted to work for us, so that Dr. K[raus] <i>[former
mayor of Mainz, handling Emma’s affairs]</i> will also be history by then. It
would be disastrous if this happens before your tax affairs are in order, but
Director Dietz believes that you will probably hand over the matter to him. The
two gentlemen are well acquainted and on friendly terms with each other, and
Mr. D[ietz] is also informed about all these matters through me and through
K[raus] – have you heard anything yet about this? I am sorry to hear that
Hannah <i>[Gretel’s daughter]</i> is in such pain, I hope she will soon be well
again. I am glad that your lecture was a success – a ringing <i>[a pun? The
German “ringend” can also mean “clinking”, i.e. monetary]</i> success, yes? As
for your readiness to help me, my dear child, I am very grateful for your offer
and that you and Lilly <i>[Emma’s daughter, living in Buenos Aires]</i> are
willing to look after me here. I would be sorry, however, if that became
necessary. So far I still manage quite well, and what is much more important, I
think I will be able to pay the two payments <i>[taxes on assets, to be paid in
4 instalments] </i>in May and August without further help. There is a chance
that I will be able to pay on 1 April the tax … by 1 February of this year, I
will be paid a sum exactly equivalent to this instalment, and the second
instalment in August is also taken care of, because I will still be paid 500
Marks out of Lilly’s locked account. In February the Department of Finance in
Frankfurt paid the sum directly to the local Department of Finance, but in case
I am no longer in a position to do the transaction, it would be a great comfort
to know that that money will not be used for other purposes. Now, lets’ hope
that I am still around to see 1 April, or the money is lost to us. If I tell
you that I do not want to live much longer, you mustn’t hold it against me, my
dear Gretel (but keep this confidential), as I have to suffer a great deal of
pain, and this will hardly improve, because miracles no longer happen! So far I
still have enough courage and the will to go through with it. Nights are
usually better than days, they are only occasionally bad, like last night.
Ernst <i>[her doctor]</i>, who happened to be here yesterday, gives me
medications to ease the pain, and I just took a new medication with my tea a
little while ago – I hope it works better than the last one. As long as you
stay healthy and don’t work so hard, my dear! Indulge yourself occasionally,
which you can do with the money you meant for me. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Mimi
<i>[Emma’s sister Wilhelmine Bing] </i>is due to come soon and probably also
Georgi <i>[probably Georgine Eller, another sister of Emma’s]</i>. She is more
frequently with me than before because she has fewer distractions than earlier
– neither theatre, nor concerts, nor anything else. You could feel sorry for
her and even Gustel <i>[Auguste Gutmann, Ferdinand Gutmann’s wife]</i>
commiserates with her. And now goodbye for today, my dear. A[delheid] <i>[Emma’s
maid]</i> should take the letter along with her afterwards. Warm greetings and
kisses,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;">Your devoted mother<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;">[on top of first page:] Warm
greetings to the children. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><o:p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>FOR MORE LETTERS SEE MY NEXT BLOGPOST. For the originals
see </i><b>LBI Archives AR 7167/MF 720.</b>The translation is by Erika Rummel
and Susi Lessing.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p></p>Erika Rummelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125369578875494684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793163765259731333.post-26185048287566773352024-01-14T11:26:00.002-09:002024-01-14T11:26:37.552-09:00AFTER #KRISTALLNACHT (10): LETTERTO MARGARETE GOLDSTEIN<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5yvbGwv9GHI6G6_Z2ywrFKLFi22sTykPu84SHjhCUifzsfEc_e20jHLZKvUQXjlOFLCJ3U2X-Qao0FvRwPggou2zh1Gzxki_jOD5We44ksv-_VnETY6snWJv3zPYMUYPhZY_yr8B4LusBGCjzxDadGxJdmM48nMEN5Y9IPNGajOqDyYzDGGUC5Ul2jJc/s4032/Susi%20Emma%20Gutmann%20and%20Grandkids.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5yvbGwv9GHI6G6_Z2ywrFKLFi22sTykPu84SHjhCUifzsfEc_e20jHLZKvUQXjlOFLCJ3U2X-Qao0FvRwPggou2zh1Gzxki_jOD5We44ksv-_VnETY6snWJv3zPYMUYPhZY_yr8B4LusBGCjzxDadGxJdmM48nMEN5Y9IPNGajOqDyYzDGGUC5Ul2jJc/s320/Susi%20Emma%20Gutmann%20and%20Grandkids.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;">16.2. 39<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">My dear Gretel, now that I have gotten the airmail letter for Lilly’s
birthday ready for the mail, it’s your turn, my dear, and first let me confirm
receipt of your dear lines of Sunday. But, please, have your secretaries put a
new colour ribbon into your typewriter, I have to pour over [your letter] with
my weak eyes until I can decipher everything. I am glad that Ernst <i>[Gretel’s
youngest son]</i> is doing relatively well. Who knows what attending a
technical school for a while will be good for (even if it’s [not good] for your
wallet)? Maybe that will advance [his career] and may be closer to his own
inclinations.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i>Chi lo sa? [Who knows?]</i>
– I too am always busy and have paperwork and I do a lot myself that would
really be Dr. Kr[aus]’ <i>[former mayor of Mainz, managing some of Emma’s
affairs]</i> business, for example the tax on assets yesterday <i>[A decree
issued in the spring of 1938 forced Jews to declare assets over 5,000 Marks and
pay 20% taxes on them in 4 instalments]</i>. I had all sorts of correspondence
with the Mitteld[eutsche] Kreditbank in Frankfurt with respect to the blocked
account of Lilly <i>[Emma’s oldest daughter, now living in Buenos Aires]</i>,
which is now a great blessing for me. I didn’t want to delay the matter, which
would have happened with Dr. K. because these people have a crazy workload,
especially this month, and so I managed the obtain confirmation from the bank
in Frankfurt almost 8 days ago that they have sent my instalment to the
Department of Finance. And I am all the more pleased because Dr. Kr[aus] charged
me 25 Marks for his work on the first instalment, and this time I saved that
amount. In addition I have a lot of preliminary work to do with the tax
declaration and am now waiting for Dir[ector] Dietz, who was unfortunately sick
at the end of last month. But he promised me this morning on the phone that he
would come tomorrow morning because I had received from the district court a letter
concerning the instalments, which must be answered. And so almost every day
brings something new, and most of the time nothing useful. In the afternoon I
almost always have visitors, such as an improvised tea with Mrs. Drexelius, who
succeeded Miss Stockmann on the 4<sup>th</sup> [floor], and in addition Bab. and
H.D. [?]. then also Georgi and Mimi <i>[Emma’s sister Wilhelmine Bing]</i>, and
with those two I played Romm</span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">é</span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">, as usual, until about 7.30. It is touching
how Bab. and her husband are looking after me, [bringing me] things that can’t
be obtained easily here or can’t be obtained at all, and [their care] makes me
very glad. Do send greetings to B. occasionally [in your letter], she has of
course asked me to greet you many times, and she often pours her heart out to
me because she and her husband are forced to stay with relatives until they get
lucky and can go to their children, first to Fritz in Lfr [?] And then to Anny,
who lives near Rolf. This afternoon I expect Paul M[eyer] <i>[a relative, Gustel
Gutmann’s brother]</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>because I have a
letter for him from Lilly <i>[Emma’s oldest daughter]</i>, which she sent to my
address because she does not know his new address and thinks Gustel has already
departed, but Gustel has still problems with the clearance connected with the
house, the mortgage, and similar matters <i>[Gustel eventually fled to Riga,
where she was murdered].</i> <i>C’est toujours la m</i></span><i><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">ê</span></i><i><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">me chose</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"> <i>[It’s always the same thing]</i>.
Lieschen’s family (6 persons) intend to sail to Canada on the 24<sup>th</sup>
of this month. An old friend of the late Mr. R. has made it possible for them
all to come. I hope Karl will soon find suitable work; he is intelligent after
all, and the boys (the oldest is 18 years old) can also do something. Lieschen
thinks only of her obligation to watch out and take care of them all, and she
is very courageous, considering the continual pain in her feet. Anna G. <i>[Gustel’s
daughter[</i> who visited me the day before yesterday, has a chance to go to
Warrington near Manchester as a nurse – they are short of nurses in England,
they say. And now don’t be alarmed: Heddel <i>[Emma’s niece, daughter of August
Saarbach and Johanna Gutmann] </i>has given up her job because (she says) she
cannot tolerate the sea climate, but also (as Anna said) because she had such a
terribly small room in which one couldn’t see anything without light, even
during the day. And now she has accepted a job with a lady who lives alone with
her 18-year-old son. She is half an hour from London, so one fine day she is
likely to appear at your place, although she does not have your address from
me. But I bet she’ll find it out! Aenny [?], who has been for some months in
Switzerland – in Ascona, and lately in Locarno – is not permitted to stay any longer.
She too wants to go to England, probably with the help of Heddel, and (don’t laugh!)
she wants to take a position as maid. You will laugh even harder when you hear
that Aenny [?] (according to a report from Willy <i>[Emma’s nephew, son of
Jenny Saarbach]</i> to his mother) earned some 70 Marks/month with short
stories and the like, which allowed her to do quite well there. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Yesterday evening Lotte arrived with
Juliane. They had several wardrobes and cabinets full of stuff at Lisbeth’s,
which they wanted to pick up. Before she starts on her position as maid over
there [in England], she will probably marry her friend, who is however a lawyer
and is not likely to have many [job] opportunities. On Sunday morning I had a
visit from Mrs. Wolf of Oberstein, who had already once asked her daughter in
D. to convey greetings to me from…[name omitted], and I was very glad of her
visit. She told me all sorts of interesting things. She had talked to you formerly,
only on the telephone. I was in the middle of writing this morning, when my
administrator came and stayed some two hours, as usual. First we dealt with the
business of the savings account, about which I had just written a letter, and
then with the tax declaration <i>[of assets over 5000 Marks]</i> – Mr. D[ietz]
thought that could be done in a quarter hour. Hah! That declaration is so
complicated this year, that no one can quite understand it and even he had to
peruse each point [?] a long time. So now I have a lot of writing to do again
before he comes back the day after tomorrow with the tax forms, which he
unfortunately did not have with him. And tomorrow Adelheid <i>[Emma’s maid] </i>has
to fetch a copy of the tax form<b> </b></span>from elsewhere, so I can copy it
out, since he himself gives me only notes – I have to write everything myself.
Today I will…[end of sentence missing]<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;">Greetings to all<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>FOR MORE LETTERS SEE MY NEXT BLOGPOST. For the originals
see </i><b>LBI Archives AR 7167/MF 720.</b>The translation is by Erika Rummel
and Susi Lessing.</span><o:p></o:p></p>Erika Rummelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125369578875494684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793163765259731333.post-6830684365801716962023-12-27T08:55:00.002-09:002023-12-27T08:55:33.300-09:00AFTER @KRISTALLNACHT (9): LETTERS TO MARGARETE GOLDSTEIN<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Xi1mJTwLe9oB71c4ChiC2PezvRYnPnpj2JqorguyUGHTTZyK6_PLKXlIqfsQwwO1k5rg1nhpDxVr9RB8KSe0YpI246SdfgB9gzrpzwq7Z6m3iCaP-9uCjTPjq10wz9XXVoRsVOrUVlAyDvmtzZqmh7nFFyQBKpy3hGwoQT3YsXbQwoIqPCngZ2HrYC4/s4032/Emma%20Gutmann%20-%20Photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Xi1mJTwLe9oB71c4ChiC2PezvRYnPnpj2JqorguyUGHTTZyK6_PLKXlIqfsQwwO1k5rg1nhpDxVr9RB8KSe0YpI246SdfgB9gzrpzwq7Z6m3iCaP-9uCjTPjq10wz9XXVoRsVOrUVlAyDvmtzZqmh7nFFyQBKpy3hGwoQT3YsXbQwoIqPCngZ2HrYC4/s320/Emma%20Gutmann%20-%20Photo.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: large;">7.2. 1939 <o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: large;">My dear Gretel, because I want to enclose a few lines to
dear Ernst <i>[Gretel’s youngest son]</i>, whose letter I greatly enjoyed, I right
away answer your letter of Sunday which arrived today. I’m just glad that the
problem with his finger isn’t that bad, as you describe it, and that he has
already returned to his work on Thursday. So, he told me a fib? I hope not. I
am sorry that you have a sore throat once again and in addition a problem with
your stupid knees, and I hope that this will soon improve and you will be well
again all round. I suppose that this has to do with your stupid climate, where
neuralgic and rheumatic pain is common, I am sure, but let me tell you of a
cheap remedy which is just as effective as Gelonida neuralgica, which Ernst <i>[her
doctor]</i> wanted to give me last week, but I told him it was too expensive.
Then he immediately said I could just as well use Contraneural. (Why do local
physicians always prescribe the most expensive medication first?) Some time ago
I took the first medication on his advice, and it was of no use at all, whereas
last week I took Contraneural for two days and felt its good effect and
actually am still feeling less pain, at least not as intensive pain. Yet this
medication is only 1.05 Marks for 20 tablets – so try it out! How much work you
have made for yourself with your invitation and cooking! But if it gives you
joy, you were right to do it. I myself would certainly have indulged in a
different kind of entertainment! Were [your guests] acquaintances of old?
Little Nicole appears to be a true wunderkind – I have never heard of a child
of 4 and half years getting her second set of teeth – that was quite a rattling
of teeth, wasn’t it? I was also glad that you finally had time again to be with
Wolfgang <i>[Gretel’s oldest son]</i>; it is really too bad that you and the
people closest to you see so little of each other – so near and yet so far! At
noon yesterday I had to write a long letter to my administrator Dietz about
that stupid business of [obtaining] a mortgage. Unfortunately he has been sick
for a week. … had a business consultant from Baden-Baden write a rather urgent
letter to me, which I received on Sunday and immediately sent on to Dietz, who
in turn phoned me twice about it yesterday. This matter will be decided in
court, and for this purpose I need to supply all sorts of information, which my
administrator will use. It is a very stupid affair. And you always write in
such a daft manner about money matters, for example today: “So they have to
take out a mortgage, if there is no cash” – “if” can only mean “because” or do
you suppose that I am keeping money in an old stocking? I really don’t understand
your ideas about this whole matter. I assume, if one has to take out a
mortgage, a forced auction cannot be far behind, because where am I to get the money
to pay for the interest? Even if you think I “mustn’t worry about it”, it’s not
easy for me to cope because I face these questions and negotiations too often
and too much. On the other hand, I don’t want to take them too seriously and
often tell myself: there are things that are much worse. – Yesterday morning I kept
working long past the midday meal: I covered my warm woollen [house]shoes,
which are a little worn, with old black Atlas <i>[a silk fabric]</i>, and lo
and behold, the result was excellent. In former times I often embroidered slippers,
so that I still remembered the pattern very well. I just had to make a paper
pattern first. “So it’s bound to come again!” <i>[lyrics?]</i> – [by] Ivanzelona
[?]? Otherwise nothing much has happened to me. On Sunday Lenny shared my midday
meal, and Mimi <i>[Emma’s sister Wilhelmine Bing]</i> joined us as well. She
brought [woollen] hats from Lisbeth. Later Georgi also joined us, because we
wanted to talk to Jenny about her birthday presents. Her birthday is on
Saturday, the 12<sup>th</sup> of this month. She will be 76 years old, and
perhaps you can send her a postcard, if possible. – Strange: I called Dr. Kraus
some two hours ago and asked his office to return my tax assessment concerning
the second instalment of the capital levy, and just now I get a letter from Dr.
K[raus] with the tax assessment enclosed, and a bill from him for 83.50 Marks,
of which 25 Marks are for his consultation and work on Jewish asset release,
etc., including 8.50 for tax on documents for Mrs. Margarete G[oldstein]. In
addition he writes the following: “Retroactively, and to keep things orderly, I
confirm [receipt of] 36.30 Marks for income tax and notary fees for Mrs.
Goldstein. In the meantime I had to pay another 8.50 Marks tax on documents for
transferring the power of attorney and so I must ask you to send me this amount
together with the amount of the invoice.” Furthermore he writes: “Unfortunately
I can make no headway in the matter of your daughter. On 16 January 1939 I
wrote once again in detail to the Department of Finance and repeatedly asked to
be informed in what form the Jewish tax on assets must be secured through
landed property. So far I have received no answer whatsoever and will follow up
again today. Mr. Singer and your daughter are informed about my efforts.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The letter, by the way, is dated 3.2. It was
probably in the hands of other people – one can see that the envelope has been
opened, and the letter arrived finally today, apparently coming from the post
office to me. It was addressed to K<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">ő</span>nigstrasse
72 instead of 27. I will see that Dr. K[raus] is paid today.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Now we’ll eat the midday meal – we’ll have potato soup…<i>[illegible]
</i>there was rice…<i>[illegible] </i>there were crepes with apple compote,
although that’s not certain, I didn’t follow up and ask if A. brought apples
along. My dining room is now quite nicely furnished as “waiting room.” All my
love and all the best, my dear child, and a 1000 kisses from your mother.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Heartfelt greetings to W’s and Judas <i>[Gretel’s daughter
was married to Hans Juda]</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i>FOR MORE LETTERS SEE MY NEXT BLOGPOST. For the originals
see </i><b>LBI Archives AR 7167/MF 720.</b>The translation is by Erika Rummel
and Susi Lessing.<o:p></o:p></p><br /><p></p>Erika Rummelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125369578875494684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793163765259731333.post-50710438937051738342023-12-20T03:18:00.000-09:002023-12-20T03:18:15.770-09:00AFTER #KRISTALLNACHT (8): LETTERS TO MARGARETE GOLDSTEIN<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkHGMnM2zrIDAxoHYskLzrBfyxDlfge1n6HXwggsvA74FY5d-tDZnrB8iJOmklLgE8FFtvbJF2c5v6RnRKtm0u_oHDEe31j1wXrO1qbSY6fL97JrIwgTEg0DjcKGUw7YSC-7jqThXABBGej9b3jF20WbPT0fmQQkqlRv3ei3Sg6ZloaijahVPmfIyXJ_Q/s1464/Susi%20Site%20of%20the%20Gestapo%20two%20houses%20away%20from%20Emma%20Gutmann's%20house.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1292" data-original-width="1464" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkHGMnM2zrIDAxoHYskLzrBfyxDlfge1n6HXwggsvA74FY5d-tDZnrB8iJOmklLgE8FFtvbJF2c5v6RnRKtm0u_oHDEe31j1wXrO1qbSY6fL97JrIwgTEg0DjcKGUw7YSC-7jqThXABBGej9b3jF20WbPT0fmQQkqlRv3ei3Sg6ZloaijahVPmfIyXJ_Q/s320/Susi%20Site%20of%20the%20Gestapo%20two%20houses%20away%20from%20Emma%20Gutmann's%20house.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Saturday, 24.12. 38<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-large;">My dear Gretel, despite best intentions to write to you
yesterday so that you’d have a letter from me tomorrow at any rate, it didn’t
work out, and today likewise: It is already after 12 o’clock now that I finally
get around to sitting down in peace and writing – for how long, is
questionable. Then there is the cold, the coming holidays, and the water shut-down
over the holidays (the toilets are, by the way, completely frozen). The cold is
too awful – I had endless telephone conversations with three companies – Roller,
Liebenot, and Sichel. At first I could reach only Roller, then Andreas, and so
forth – I spent almost the whole morning on this matter, and what’s worse,
Adelheid <i>[the maid] </i>wasted the whole morning running around because of a
packet for Hannah <i>[Gretel’s youngest daughter]</i>, the only packet I put
together. Yesterday evening she came back with it and brought along a huge
number of forms to fill out. And although Mimi <i>[Wilhelmine Bing, Emma’s
sister]</i> happened to be here, who has filled out the same forms x-times for
Leo and filled them out for me in the same way, everything was still wrong, and
Adelheid had to go to the post office three times, because there was always
something else that didn’t work out despite help from a gentlemen at the office
who supposedly always handled those things. And in addition to this, the
frightful cold, the snow which doesn’t stop, it is really awful. I didn’t make
any progress yesterday, it was a terrible day for me, nothing but business, in
between visitors, a lot of paperwork, presents for Adelheid – in the end I was
so tired that after the evening meal I had to rest on the chaise longue until
it was time to go to bed, even though I would have liked to go on writing to
you. And then I had some joy, although it also brought me worries: a call from
Hedda J. who always thinks so lovingly of me. But my worry is about you, my
dear child, for I heard that on the day before yesterday in the evening you had
quite a head cold, and that you are also suffering cruelly cold weather (but I
knew that already), so that even your bathroom was frozen. And I am sorry that
you are so alone and therefore have a lot of work and bother. And then there is
the insufficiency of your heating, that is, no heating. In that respect I am a
little better off with our stoves, which use up a lot of coals (which were hard
to get this week because the ships on the Rhine are iced in), but I keep at it
all day long, so that it’s moderately warm. Adelheid sleeps in your room now
because hers can’t be heated, and in this manner we also heat the back corridor
a little bit, although it’s barely noticeable. They ruined the stove in the
front corridor on 10. 11. <i>[during Kristallnacht, the Nazi rampage]</i>,
after it had just been repaired a week earlier. Please write immediately how
you are and, if you have a cold, stay in bed and look after your health.
Someone else must look after your office, or people will have to wait until you
are well again. Yesterday morning a wonderful present arrived: a beautiful
white bed jacket, sent by Wolfgang <i>[Gretel’s oldest son, born 1909] </i>(today
I received his kind letter), and I “inaugurated” it immediately last night.
Give him my heartiest thanks for the time being, I will write to him myself
later this week. I hope you were able to be with him and your loved ones during
these days. I would be very sorry to think that you are all by yourself. I had
chicken yesterday (only because of Adelheid) and today we’ll have a rabbit
roast. I invited Jenny <i>[Janny Saarbach, Emma’s sister]</i> to share it,
because I want her to have something nice as well. There is a great shortage of
things where she is. You can’t get meat at all or hardly ever. That’s why I
invite her to a dinner of roast meat most of the time, for which she is very grateful.
Imagine I can’t find your last letter, although I looked and looked for it. It
got lost under the immense number of papers and letters with which I must deal.
I only remember that you wrote about the penalty, that you notified them of
your cashed-out pension, but that was not the right thing to do – I know that
from Mimi, who also did so at first, but it was not necessary. You never told
me what happened to your pension – did they accept your request? You know how
much I am interested in that matter – only on your behalf. Yesterday morning I
received a letter from Dr. Kraus <i>[Emil Kraus, former mayor of Mainz, now
Emma’s legal advisor]</i>. I will copy the contents out for you. You can
imagine that his letters made me even more depressed. Soon I won’t know what to
do anymore and how I can fulfil all my obligations. You know that I have larger
expenses than usual on January 1<sup>st</sup>, and this time I have to cash in
the last money I still have in the bank to be able to pay for everything –
well, things will go on somehow. Last week I had numerous meetings with the
administrator [Dietz?] of the house, and it is good that I engaged this man,
who is very nice and effective. Paul S. also uses him for his house. According
to the letter, I was supposed to have a man assigned by the party, and I am
sure this is the better option. D[ietz?] keeps primarily an eye on my interests
(but he gets 360 Marks annually). He already had to put in a lot of effort. He
wrote letters to all the tenants, which they must sign, and he gave it to each party
in person to establish a relationship with them. He also manages the sale of
the house, which seems to be more iffy than before (check what Dr. Kr[aus] writes
about it). It looks like a mortgage needs to be taken out as security, but it
would be painful for me, and I hardly think I have enough left after paying
these so-called small sums in cash once again. Do you have any suggestion for
that? After all, I repeatedly sent money to you over there. Could you by any
chance send me some of it? If not, please give me advice on what to do. I would
gladly sell a lot of things, but it can hardly be done, and over the last two
months everything has lost value. Tomorrow I will write to Dr. K[raus] and
inform him that I would like to make inquiries with B. and R. concerning the
200 Marks. I can’t understand why the furniture is so expensive. I did after
all send 150 or 180 Marks to B. because you thought you could get the furniture
for that sum, and then I sent a smaller amount in November to Berlin for the
same purpose, and now these people demand another 200 Marks. Can that be right?
In any case let’s not lose sleep over that and let’s see how everything turns
out. I hope my letter finds you in good health, my dear, and that you will
write to me soon. I don’t think it’s right for you to send me something, and I
hope you haven’t done it yet. I could not send you…anything at all, as I never
leave the house now. 1000 greetings, also for Hans and Elsbeth <i>[Gretel’s
daughter married to Hans Juda, publishers of the British export magazine “The
Ambassador”]</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Your devoted Mother <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>FOR MORE LETTERS SEE MY NEXT BLOGPOST. For the originals
see </i><b>LBI Archives AR 7167/MF 720.</b>The translation is by Erika Rummel
and Susi Lessing.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p></p>Erika Rummelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125369578875494684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793163765259731333.post-20859217250673480642023-12-12T07:47:00.000-09:002023-12-12T07:47:22.053-09:00AFTER #KRISTALLNACHT (7): LETTERS TO MARGARETE GOLDSTEIN<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaSaHzAU-L9tYfgbADXQYTdNRrqsmRk8ex1BIBIBUsUEASgCNyAv6ycpl3KvGVVPwMiO6MYG11PXdqZoADqv6_i57TZn0YsQWSbxf05K2n4_yEqBjp03eSfIf-cUQmU8G4-E27fQNswqDv6pQsrBzIe_vPLicCqBHES_NnRNtBAzeFQVm0W9KAURqf6UE/s1344/Susi%20Margarethe%20und%20Lilly%20Neumann%20.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1344" data-original-width="706" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaSaHzAU-L9tYfgbADXQYTdNRrqsmRk8ex1BIBIBUsUEASgCNyAv6ycpl3KvGVVPwMiO6MYG11PXdqZoADqv6_i57TZn0YsQWSbxf05K2n4_yEqBjp03eSfIf-cUQmU8G4-E27fQNswqDv6pQsrBzIe_vPLicCqBHES_NnRNtBAzeFQVm0W9KAURqf6UE/s320/Susi%20Margarethe%20und%20Lilly%20Neumann%20.png" width="168" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Margarete Goldstein and Milly</td></tr></tbody></table>
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">28 November 1938<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: large;">My dear Gretel,<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: large;">The 4 o’clock mail brought me your two loving greetings of
Friday and Saturday, and they gave me a lot of joy, especially your suggestion
that I should live with you, although that places a heavy burden on you, my
poor girl. Although I know how nice and kind Wolfgang is <i>[Gretel’s oldest
son], </i>as are the others [<i>Gretel’s three other children?</i>] <i>– </i>the
thought of tying my life to that of young people, no matter how willing they
are to sacrifice and even if I were to give up everything that an old-fashioned
woman is accustomed to – that idea, I must admit, would be hard for me to get
used to. As you yourself write (and as I fear as well), it would be too busy
for me there, and I am so used to peace and quiet, and also need it.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: large;">I would certainly not trouble you and I would certainly make
an effort not to disturb you, according to the saying “laisser allez, laisser
faire” [<i>leave it, let it be]</i> But the great trouble that I would cause
you and the others weighs heavily on me, and I am constantly asking myself
whether it is still worthwhile doing. Still, I agree with everything you tell
me and suggest to me, and hopefully I will still be able to undertake such a
journey. As for what you write about the house, I don’t care. A little earlier
I also called Paul [<i>Paul Mayer, brother of Auguste<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Gustel) Gutmann, a relative<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>of Emma’s]</i> who, however, is unable and
unwilling<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>to look after anything and
will stop [working] any day now. He merely wants to hand over your letter and
the power of attorney and (I assume) all of the documents to Dr. K <i>[Dr. Emil
Kraus, former mayor of Mainz] </i>whom I went to see on Friday morning. I
tentatively discussed everything with him in brief, and as I have difficulties
getting to [his office], which he understands, he promised to come this week to
see me because he wants to look into taxes and other matters that need to be
considered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After I had already talked
to Dr. L [<i>unidentified</i>] earlier, I called him, Dr. K., once again to ask
him to come by soon to discuss matters mentioned in your letter, which has just
arrived, and he promised to come by on Wednesday afternoon. I hope he will
come. You have no idea how much in demand these people are and, as he told me,
there are only three men here who can look after us, he being one of them [<i>the
Law of Restoration (1933) removed Jews from government services; in 1936 Jews
were forbidden to serve as tax consultants, and as of November 12, 1938 Jews
were not allowed to own businesses]. </i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I cannot understand that you haven’t heard
from Lilly [<i>Emma’s oldest daughter in Buenos Aires]</i> for so long. She
wrote to me a while ago and now again tells me in an airmail letter that you
were so kind to write to her and inform her of everything and she also wrote to
you immediately – probably already for a second time – you might therefore
receive both letters together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am very
happy that you found a job that suits you. Regrettably it does not bring any
income [<i>Gretel did charitable work]</i>, but that will hopefully happen
soon.<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: large;">There is no need for me to get used to your distances, my
dear child, because the signs of old age become more noticeable every day. I
will barely be able to get out of the house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Therefore, it would be best if you left me here where I practically
don’t go out anymore. Day before yesterday I talked with Mimi [<i>perhaps
Emma’s sister Wilhelmine Bing] </i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and
Guste [<i>see above] </i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>about all the
items you say I should take along. Also with regard to underwear and what I
need to keep me warm. And yet, I immediately said: “But I will be taking my
nightgowns!” G[uste] wanted to get some pants for me today, but wasn’t able to
get any, so she brought me some Tricot [<i>stretchy fabric]</i> of hers or from
Milly [<i>Amalie Schwarz, n</i><i><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">é</span>e
Gutmann],</i> 5 pieces that I will probably use. She also bought me material
for a good dress that I would have needed here as well and which I will have
made soon. I will take overcoats, I mean my two old winter coats and two
others, which will be sufficient for me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I shouldn’t spend too much since I have to make sure I have money for
all kinds of larger expenses. But I will talk about all that with the man in
question who himself also made me aware of so many things that have to be
done.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For example, I have already made a
list of the things I plan to take with me, and he will look after all that as
well.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: large;">You write about an electric heater in your office. Is there
no heating? And what is the current, I mean, the voltage there? I have an
electric heater that I could bring with me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I will of course bring my heat pad and my reading lamp for the night
table, or would you like my pretty night table lamp for yourself?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: large;">I don’t blame you if you don’t write to Heddel [<i>Hedwig
Saarbach, Emma’s niece, daughter of her sister Johanna (Jenny) Gutmann]</i>, as
I did not do it either, for the same reason. If she ever inquires, [we can say
that] this particular letter with the enclosure was lost.<i> <o:p></o:p></i></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: large;">29. 10.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: large;">I couldn’t continue writing before going to bed yesterday
because A. sat here and babbled incessantly. Today there isn’t much more to say
either, let’s wait and see what happens next. The address you want is: Dr.
Kraus, Gutenbergplatz 1.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He is the
former mayor, and still a highly valued and powerful man. But I think it is
better if you wait with writing to him until after his visit here
tomorrow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After talking to him I might
be able to tell you some of the things you want to know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These men receive a lot of written inquiries.
During his last visit here, S.L. was rather indignant about the many letters,
and referred openly to your last letter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>One day you should show him little Ernst’s enclosure [<i>probably
Grete’s youngest son, born in 1918]</i> – “little” refers to former times. I
find it sweet. I am just looking at Lilly’s [<i>Emma’s oldest daughter]</i>
letters, which I have still to answer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She wrote on 20.10 that she had received a long letter from you the
previous day, and that she would reply to it, addressing it to Hannah [<i>Grete’s
daughter, born 1912]</i>. And in the airmail dated the 16<sup>th</sup> of this
month, after the affair [<i>referring to Kristallnacht, the Nazi rampage aimed
at Jews], </i>she asks “What do you hear from Gretal? I haven’t heard anything.
I hope she is doing well.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: large;">For today, 1000 heartfelt hugs and kisses from you loyal
M[other]. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i>FOR MORE LETTERS SEE MY NEXT BLOGPOST. For the originals
see </i><b>LBI Archives AR 7167/MF 720.</b>The translation is by Erika Rummel
and Susi Lessing.<o:p></o:p></p><br /><p></p>Erika Rummelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125369578875494684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793163765259731333.post-17129220818141487202023-12-07T03:57:00.000-09:002023-12-07T03:57:03.974-09:00AFTER #KRISTALLNACHT (6): LETTERS TO MARGARETE GOLDSTEIN<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTefwbrH7Do2Itajh09j-0RQj6XCWkkxNWvsaClL5HC3QkIn9BmqWG_aweMU2kw7KrtWSK98Cs0fPddS8J7xyBrsgwbEvvqkCWIFf8RH_8EP4fqMGBANom_PZmPEYwmLSJcycxmtfnHZ1ne_DrUmWKQo5R8L3OH88RjGO6LTzE8paDBFRfVMz1DhYU8OY/s1368/Susi%20Mainz%20house.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1368" data-original-width="1094" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTefwbrH7Do2Itajh09j-0RQj6XCWkkxNWvsaClL5HC3QkIn9BmqWG_aweMU2kw7KrtWSK98Cs0fPddS8J7xyBrsgwbEvvqkCWIFf8RH_8EP4fqMGBANom_PZmPEYwmLSJcycxmtfnHZ1ne_DrUmWKQo5R8L3OH88RjGO6LTzE8paDBFRfVMz1DhYU8OY/s320/Susi%20Mainz%20house.png" width="256" /></a></div><br />
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;">The following letter illustrates
the harassment Jews suffered and the effect of laws introduced by the Nazis in
1937/38. In order to leave Germany, Jews needed a new passport, a certificate
from the police noting the dissolution of their residence in Germany, an
itemized list of all gifts made to third parties after January ’31. They also
had to pay 25% of their assets if they exceeded a value of 50,000 Marks, offer
proof that there were no outstanding taxes to pay, and file a customs
declaration dated no earlier than three days before departure. Emigrants could
only take along 2,000 Marks, the remaining assets had to be transferred to a
bank account with restricted access. Emigrants also had to show that they had
made travel arrangements to another country and obtained entrance visas for
that country.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><o:p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></o:p><b style="font-size: x-large;">November 24, 1938</b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Thursday. My dear Gretel, your
postcard and letter of Tuesday and Wednesday both arrived today, and now that
my sweet Hedda has left, I am getting around to answering you. We spent a
couple of comfortable hours together and are both of the opinion that none of
you is correctly informed about all the things that need to be done, as Paul
explained to me yesterday on my request. Nobody can do the least thing, neither
J.H., nor P.S., nor I, nor Hedda or anyone else until the permit arrives, and
only when one has that in hand, is it possible to set everything else in
motion. The passport is the last thing to be obtained, and you keep writing
that I should make that happen. Indeed, as soon as you have the passport, you
have to depart, as Gustel <i>[married to Emma’s uncle Ferdinand]</i>, who is
sometimes intelligent, has told me a long time ago. Presumably she knows that
from Milly <i>[Emma\s sister]</i> as well as from her own experience. On my
request Paul <i>[banker, a relative] </i>explained to me everything I have to
do: the English consulate, the Department of Finance, confirmation that all
taxes have been paid, and so forth, and he is of the opinion (which I second)
that I can’t do everything myself and absolutely must have a capable person,
and so he highly recommended to me the former mayor Dr. Kraus, an<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>especially agreeable person and exceptionally
effective, as tax consultant, in property administration, etc. He says I should
use Dr. Kraus for everything, including the house. I therefore think that P.S.
should hand over to that man the power of attorney he has from you – don’t you
think? You could enclose a few lines to him about this matter in a letter
addressed to me. That way you save the cost of stamps. Also, the man has a
crazy amount of work to do over the few days during which he is still around,
so that he might miss or forget something. It will be safer if the message goes
through me. That’s all I can report to you about the matter at this time. It is
very kind of H that they want to help me, but they are in no position to do so.
Perhaps they can be of help later on. Nor has he been at S. L.’ place so far,
who was quite surprised that he wants to cross his threshold, and hopes that he
will do so only in the evening. When you see the visitors you encounter there,
you will understand <i><span style="line-height: 107%;">[cryptic -- perhaps he was under observation]</span></i>. You
write to me about the suitcase and sending it ahead – imagine, I said the same
thing yesterday to Mimi <i>[Emma’s sister]</i>. At this point I’ll inquire into
it. Mimi is already worried about her things and afraid of losing them – well,
then she will have to tie her future to that of her children. Jenny <i>[Emma’s
sister] </i>worries as well because Willy <i>[Jenny’s son]</i>, it appears, has
nothing left, but that is not believable. George will leave tomorrow, probably
with a large transport of children to Switzerland – that’s it for his school.
The end. And now I want to write to my dear Ernst <i>[probably Gretel’s
youngest son]</i>, whom I almost forgot – that’s because after the 10<sup>th</sup>
[<i>the date of the Kristallnacht rampage]</i> I no longer noted things down in
my calendar – I just can’t manage it. Or else I would not have forgotten that
date. I enclose a little letter to him, please send it to him from me in your
next letter. And so Good Night now, my dear child. All the best to you and all
the loved ones and heartfelt greetings and kisses from you loyal E.</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b style="font-size: x-large; text-indent: 36pt;">I am sure Lilly
has written an airmail letter to me which unfortunately hasn’t arrived yet.
This morning I missed Adele (because I was at the doctor’s) and also the mother
of G.W. who has gone to Lilly. She told Adelheid <i>[Emma’s maid]</i>, that
things were much worse in their place than in ours. They had a flood, and she
and the maid had to bail out the water for hours. Nicolai, of whom she writes,
is terribly overworked. He has been in Gustel’s employ for a long time, but she
keeps complaining that he does everything so slowly, and she probably wants to
use the above-named gentlemen for her affairs.</b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b style="font-size: x-large; text-indent: 36pt;">Alright – she will probably go to
the theatre tonight, since her subscription is for this evening. So, now you
know everything about my sisters. This morning I was with Dr. G., who was very
charming and declared that my leg is no worse and I could easily make the
“little journey” <i>[ironic reference to her planned emigration to England]</i>.
I just have to take the Rheingold train at 2pm, around 7pm I arrive in
Amsterdam, there I must stay overnight and wait for nice weather to cross over.
That’s a dreamer for you! I told him, that a man like Dr. G. can manage that
perhaps, but not a woman like Mrs. N <i>[i.e. herself]</i>. Hedda advises me to
fly, but I don’t dare to do that, although it would be fabulous to get there in
such a short time. You can see from all of this that I comply exactly with your
wishes and have quite familiarized myself with the thought of seeing you
again. I could almost enjoy the thought
if the reason for the journey wasn’t so sad. I feel very sorry for Mimi, it is
difficult for her to do without me, and I too am already sorry. If only all of
us weren’t so old, so that we could still achieve something, but there isn’t
much doing in that respect. Are the Salas and Lolas [<i>unidentified] </i>from
here? I assume they are. I am still tearing up a lot of old letters from all
years and of course I don’t keep the recent ones either – I say this to
reassure you. Renate will…[<i>text missing]</i> spoke with Director Dietz about
the future and how everything is supposed to proceed. And it occurred to me
that you should look after all the matters I now transact with D[ietz], for
example, concerning the bills (checking income and costs) and all the rest that
must be dealt with. – Change tenants? Or tell me what you think. There is
really no one here, with whom I can discuss all these matters. All that has
been weighing on my mind for a long time now, so that it would be very
unreasonable of you to reply “We still have a lot of time for that.” That would
annoy me terribly. Lilly is too far away, or I would mull it over with her. But
you have many friends – Lilly…etc. who would surely lend you the 15 Pounds. I
am not allowed to send them to you. And I assume that you will have to pay more
customs fees the longer the [furniture] sits there. It hurts me to think that
you have once again embarked on a terribly rushed life. I can hardly understand
(nor can anyone else, apart from me) why you don’t do your work leisurely and
make time for something else as well. Why do more than your duty and go beyond
your obligations? Unfortunately, you can never understand that you are burning
the candle at both ends, and that this cannot end well – and so you are my
greatest worry and will remain so until the end of my days. I will feel easier
about you only if you give me your sacred promise to change in that respect.</b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b style="font-size: x-large; text-indent: 36pt;">And so it is now Wednesday
morning, and you can tell from my handwriting that I once again write while
lying down. In the morning I suffer the greatest pain, but it lessens if I lie
down. Earlier on I had a letter by ship from Lilly <i>[Emma’s older daughter]</i>:
Once again, unfortunately, she has not heard from you in a long time. I can’t
understand that. Don’t write to her
about me, I will do that myself in the next few days, via airmail. On Sunday
afternoon a gentleman visited me, who was in Britain [?] in October and greeted
you on my behalf through… <i>[illegible]. </i>At the time they visited me
especially to see what my place looked like…[<i>illegible]</i> the gentleman
wanted to report only orally. He said some very nice things about that place.
He finds Lilly’s home, the apartment, and everything charming. He is from “the
other faculty” [<i>i.e. not Jewish?]</i>, but nevertheless wants to move there
permanently.</b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b style="font-size: x-large; text-indent: 36pt;">In the meantime evening has come.
Mimi and Gustel are away just now, the latter went to see the Consul in
Frankfurt today and has everything now to enable her to make the journey. Next
week things may look better again. For today accept only many heartfelt
greetings and kisses. Your m[other]</b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>FOR MORE LETTERS SEE MY NEXT BLOGPOST. For the originals
see </i>LBI Archives AR 7167/MF 720.The translation is by Erika Rummel
and Susi Lessing.<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></p><br /><p></p>Erika Rummelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125369578875494684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793163765259731333.post-7443028973360207002023-12-01T04:57:00.004-09:002023-12-01T04:57:56.448-09:00AFTER #KRISTALLNACHT (5): MORE LETTERS TO MAGARETE GOLDSTEIN<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8QfJQPR4_9SqDCDBKYyeTLfp810xxYauigIABcVU24iXHaBKKreT_Fz9lbd-PjU06qczOqgqjKJTY8yh7AUFWvdw0fSyoeMmD9JyCqcOJpsfIuCD3D8IvBy-FO91oRRgsr4xCYjFO2j9SfPBWLNqtHzj37rzVpUtwKcSeO3j472V3_Bxf5REHJ8uAmPA/s4032/Susi%205%20Margarethe%20Neumann%20.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8QfJQPR4_9SqDCDBKYyeTLfp810xxYauigIABcVU24iXHaBKKreT_Fz9lbd-PjU06qczOqgqjKJTY8yh7AUFWvdw0fSyoeMmD9JyCqcOJpsfIuCD3D8IvBy-FO91oRRgsr4xCYjFO2j9SfPBWLNqtHzj37rzVpUtwKcSeO3j472V3_Bxf5REHJ8uAmPA/s320/Susi%205%20Margarethe%20Neumann%20.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">The Leo Baeck Institute, New York, has in its archive a
collection of letters dating from 1938/9, a precarious time for German Jews.
The writer is Emma Neumann, née Gutmann, of Mainz. The addressee is her
daughter, Margarete (Gretel) Goldstein, née Neumann, who has escaped to
England. The correspondence illustrates Margarete’s unsuccessful attempts to
arrange for her mother’s passage to England and the increasing harassment and
persecution Jews suffered in Nazi Germany during 1938/9.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">This is the 5<sup>th</sup> instalment. For earlier letters
see my previous postings.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><o:p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> </b></span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>22.11.38<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Tuesday<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>My dear Gretel, many thanks for
your kind postcards. I am always glad to hear from you, and we don’t have to
write to each other so frequently now – we don’t want to enrich the post office.
You need no longer worry about my health now, since you have also been told by
others how I fare. Te [?] has also written to you. She was here yesterday, but
she has come every day from the beginning. They are the best and most touching
people I know, indeed the best there are. Yesterday morning I also had the
pleasure to receive a packet from L <i>[Lilly Lessing, Emma’s older daughter]</i>.
It was addressed to W, and I give heart-felt thanks to the gracious donor. In
addition, I thank the other dear people there, who make efforts on my behalf.
But tell me how you envisage my future and where? I am of course content with
the tiniest place offered to me and certainly won’t make any demands, but there
a thousand things that have to be considered and discussed first. Obviously, I
can’t arrive with just my toothbrush, and I think I could manage to travel,
like you, with only a minimum of furniture and other things. I will ask Camilla
<i>[unidentified] </i>to come in the near future – right now I always have so
many visitors and there are all sorts of things to be done in the house. You
won’t believe how nice it looks here again, at least in the living room.
Certain things are still missing in the bedroom to make me comfortable, but it
will all come about gradually without me spending too much money. It’s not
worth it anymore – in no respect. Did I write to you that D. <i>[unidentified]</i>
and his wife were here on Saturday to send greetings to Lilly. I think I did.
We have had terrible storms and rain over the past two days, so that of course
I did not dare go out into the street.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>23.
11. I continue writing today because it occurred to me that a long letter is on
the way to you and because I also wanted to get out a calming letter to Lilly,
who worries more than is necessary because of my illness. In the meantime (this
morning) I received, in addition to a very kind and sympathetic letter from
Mrs. Aah <i>[? Unidentified]</i>, your kind postcard of yesterday – your mail
system is very prompt and that gives me great joy. You have become a complete
chef and are moving from one “post” to the next. But I suppose it pleases you
and the others to apply your skills. We had terribly stormy weather over the
last few days, so that on the day before yesterday the electricity was off from
time to time. I had no visitors on that day except Ad<i>[ele? – her maid]</i>,
which was fine with me because I have to catch up on many things in writing and
never had enough time for it. Yesterday Mimi <i>[perhaps Wilhelmine Bing, Emma’s
sister]</i> was here again and toward evening a very charming lady came, who
conveyed kind greetings from children and grandchildren, which was a great
pleasure – also her kind offer, of which luckily I did not need to make use. It
seems that people there are under a completely wrong impression. My advice is
not to spend anything on me and to save the small supply for more dire times,
which may come. I mean times in other surroundings – hopefully, the money will
be sufficient for here. I arranged to see friend P. <i>[unidentified] </i>this
afternoon or tomorrow morning. So you see that I do not want to leave anything
undone. I am very stupid in such things and must be told by others what needs
to happen, even if others do all sorts of things for me.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Now
I must make an end for today and want to tell you all how nice it is of you to
look forward to my coming (although there is really no reason for that), and I
send you all –young and old – the most heart-felt greetings and kisses,
especially to my “miserable” child who bears the main blame in this matter, and
without whom I would hardly have said yes.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>All
my love.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The
old woman<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>FOR MORE LETTERS SEE MY NEXT BLOGPOST. For the originals
see </i>LBI Archives AR 7167/MF 720.The translation is by Erika Rummel
and Susi Lessing.<i><o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><br />Erika Rummelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125369578875494684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793163765259731333.post-38362913799634710372023-11-22T10:15:00.001-09:002023-11-30T06:48:00.382-09:00AFTER #KRISTALLNACHT: MORE LETTERS TO MARGARETE GOLDSTEIN<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwvmZsLbgchNkg33lf_EaYPqBLtSQ_AbI1V8Il96zip938D7CfVYi3Moljs5cQ_xVhx5rDGg5YCs5bwJ7_AM-1Lud0_aEQ9kEhYmA8-v2JG8YVdN0YRLSjFGOkMRQ_BF6POugPjWE66j9jb_PAUnI4JhJnyf5zTBh_UZP76LstKnY8nZPUx81cgBMnEos/s3000/Emma%20typed%20letter.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2381" data-original-width="3000" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwvmZsLbgchNkg33lf_EaYPqBLtSQ_AbI1V8Il96zip938D7CfVYi3Moljs5cQ_xVhx5rDGg5YCs5bwJ7_AM-1Lud0_aEQ9kEhYmA8-v2JG8YVdN0YRLSjFGOkMRQ_BF6POugPjWE66j9jb_PAUnI4JhJnyf5zTBh_UZP76LstKnY8nZPUx81cgBMnEos/s320/Emma%20typed%20letter.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-large;">This is the fourth letter in the correspondence between Emma
and Gretel. For the first three letters see the preceding blogposts (15, 16, 19
November).<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-large;">The original of this letter is lost. We have only an “extract
of a 6-page long letter” typed by Gretel. The elision points in the letter are
hers and indicate where she has omitted text.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Mainz, 20.11. 38<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>My dear Gretel, my dear child,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Thanks, many thanks for your kind
messages and offers from you and the dear children [<i>her grandchildren,
Wolfgang b. 1908, Elsbeth b. 1911, Hannah b. 1912, and Ernst b. 1918]</i>…<i> </i>So
far nothing of the package has arrived, and it is a shame if such good things
get into other people’s hands. Therefore don’t send me anything more. Nor am I
in that respect so badly off, mainly because I can’t stint on anything in the
interest of Adelheid (her maid)…<i>. </i>Yesterday I moved back into my living
and bedroom [<i>a reference to the extensive damage and destruction caused by
Nazi hordes during Kristallnacht – see preceding blog postings]</i>.
Fortunately, nothing is lacking to make me comfortable – not as far as having a
bed to sleep in and a chaise longue to rest on. And there are a sufficient
number of chairs, but no more mirrors (there were 4 tall mirrors just in the
three front rooms), but it is good if one doesn’t see one’s reflection in them…<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>I had small repairs done to
Adelheid’s furniture (I had promised her most of the furniture for later on),
for the rest I leave everything as is in the storage room –the dining room. Tutu
[<i>unidentified]</i> need not fetch me, because (1) things don’t happen as
fast as you think, and (2) I can’t leave that fast because many things need to
be straightened out first. Also, the thought of coming to my grandchildren as a
poor woman is terrible. In any case, one must take along what one can and is
allowed to take – surely, they cannot deny us clothing and underwear.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>It was very nice of you to send a
wire to Lilly [<i>Emma’s older daughter] </i>to let her know that I am unhurt,
and I am glad of it. The thought that the poor thing knows nothing of me was a
great bother to me…<i><o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Yesterday a real estate agent was
here, a former director of the savings bank. I heard from him that until 31
December the house can still be sold freely [<i>a reference to the law which
required Jews to transfer their property to non-Jews].</i> Thereafter the sale
will be regulated in another form. What is your opinion?... <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>I send a 1000 heartfelt greetings
to all my beloved and I thank them for their kind attitude toward me.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>I am very tired now, I will just
lay one game of Solitaire, then I’ll go to bed. Till we see each other again,
indeed hear each other again! And a warm greeting and kiss from your devoted
old mother, who will not lose her head – whatever happens, unless of course
they pass a law about that! Don’t laugh!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>FOR MORE LETTERS SEE MY NEXT BLOGPOST. For the originals
see </i><b>LBI Archives AR 7167/MF 720.</b>The translation is by Erika Rummel
and Susi Lessing.<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></p><br /><p></p>Erika Rummelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125369578875494684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793163765259731333.post-24624315513203074422023-11-19T10:41:00.000-09:002023-11-19T10:41:09.065-09:00AFTER #KRISTALLNACHT: MORE LETTERS TO MARGARETE GOLDSTEIN, 1938<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD2W0hgn6-ZsIrO6xUCXmnvfRaV5lCJiHbRH0unJ1nBS5w2GYB6qeTaLBDQlcIVSQLGVl25G8Ngz7Q35uVfWmY_RJWzIG3LKjkemLePSS1UF1kY6dEpazXNDnB8aFthz3lWW-TS0mldsmcHd9onmEnSZBz7jZfX8LD5fDNVsdkGvR4QFHCOdQlMkb6d10/s3859/Emma%2019%2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2576" data-original-width="3859" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD2W0hgn6-ZsIrO6xUCXmnvfRaV5lCJiHbRH0unJ1nBS5w2GYB6qeTaLBDQlcIVSQLGVl25G8Ngz7Q35uVfWmY_RJWzIG3LKjkemLePSS1UF1kY6dEpazXNDnB8aFthz3lWW-TS0mldsmcHd9onmEnSZBz7jZfX8LD5fDNVsdkGvR4QFHCOdQlMkb6d10/s320/Emma%2019%2011.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">This is the continuation of the correspondence between Emma
and Gretel. For earlier letters see previous blogposts.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Tuesday, 19.11.38 <i>[Something is wrong with the dating/day
of the week; 19 November was a Saturday].</i><o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>My dear Gretel, don’t hold it against me if I don’t write to
you as often as you and I would like, but I don’t get around to anything. There
are always people around, I can’t get the glaziers out of the house [<i>During
the Nazi rampage of Kristallnacht (9/10 November) windows and mirrors in the
house were broken],</i> and there are many others. And from noon on, after my
rest, there are almost always visitors, yesterday until 7.30. A little while
ago an agent from the insurance company was here with plumbers who turned off
the gas meter. At least I still have a stove. Poor Mimi has only gas
appliances. But she has her children! Don’t be sorry that you are not here,
that is my only consolation: you, Lilly [<i>Emma’s older daughter, Louise
(Lilly) Lessing], </i>and the children. As you know <i>[the following</i> <i>is
quoted in English]: </i>“Better to sit and watch what may and think thee safe
though far away than have thee near me and in danger.” In any case the gas was
cut off (at least that’s what I think) because so many people today opt for
suicide. Yesterday Lilly of Ingelheim <i>[married to Emma’s nephew, Karl Neumann]
</i>was here – she lives with her brother-in-law. What we have to deal with
here is child’s play by comparison with what’s going on there and at Babette’s,
who also lives with relatives here. You have no idea. I wrote an airmail letter
to Lilly, and I am sorry that it will take 8 days for her to hear from me. Karl
N<i>[eumann]</i> and his young son went on a “journey”<span style="color: red;"> </span><i>[he
and his son Hans were taken to the concentration camp Buchenwald; he died there
on 10 April 1944] </i>like a thousand others. Today S. Bl. returned to me the
letter and the money. I am supposed to send immediately 23 Marks and 8.75 to
the tax office, etc. (the money, however, has been sent on the 5<sup>th</sup>
of the month). I had L. come here, and he faithfully looked after everything.
Adelheid has a lot of work and a lot of running around. I can’t use her for
such things. I had Mrs. Pertelan take me to the bank because I am still
somewhat weak in my legs, but it would not have been necessary. Why is Jakob
not with his father? If you are absolutely sure that I must leave, one could
embark on the necessary steps, and then we’ll see. I myself am unable to do
anything, nor do I know how to go about it. I have surrendered my passport. <i>[
On Oct. 5, 1938, the Ministry of the Interior invalidated all German Jews’
passports and required them to have a “J” stamped on them].</i> I haven’t
gotten around to request an ID card, which one gets only toward the end of
December. I hardly go out anymore, nor is it necessary. I have very many good
friends, also of the “other faculty” [<i>i.e. non-Jewish?</i>]. Actually, the
action was not aimed at me but, I understand, at Mr. L <i>[Perhaps L</i>udwig <i>Friedmann,
who lived in Emma’s house at 27 Kaiserstrasse, Mainz and died in Auschwitz,
1943]</i><span style="color: red;"> </span>– they were searching for him in the
house. It is fortunate that the company name of the new tenant <i>[because his
name was not obviously Jewish?] </i>is on the sign at the front gate since the
1<sup>st</sup> of the month<i>.</i><span style="color: red;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span>I must end today’s letter. Have you
spoken to Mrs. I., who phoned me before my consultation with you and who wanted
to calm you down regarding my situation. Do write to me frequently. I still
have my note, which I enclose as my response. Farewell, my dear, good girl, and
let me greet and kiss you with all my heart. Your devoted mother, and a
thousand greetings for the others.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>FOR MORE LETTERS SEE MY NEXT BLOGPOST. For the originals
see </i>LBI Archives AR 7167/MF 720.The translation is by Erika Rummel
and Susi Lessing.<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Erika Rummelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125369578875494684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793163765259731333.post-91110058934665260272023-11-16T11:16:00.004-09:002023-11-30T06:46:19.669-09:00AFTER #KRISTALLNACHT: MORE LETTERS TO MARGARETE GOLDSTEIN, 1938<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTynSXqDobytNzMRscISp6zyUdRNQqP1azJPUdRhBpHcY-8dGsM0VerQeIe9wAkmdvTiayLYjxgXfiLDbD64TmclLIlm_P5o9L0k334Qfdq08Rte6c918akYzvbOj2ufg5IUIQleQ3ygTDYpRoad25pzXFTyB4jTCaXbedvxavKscvn9Z5Ch_N3AEoOR0/s4032/Susi%20Emma%20Gutmann%20and%20Grandkids.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTynSXqDobytNzMRscISp6zyUdRNQqP1azJPUdRhBpHcY-8dGsM0VerQeIe9wAkmdvTiayLYjxgXfiLDbD64TmclLIlm_P5o9L0k334Qfdq08Rte6c918akYzvbOj2ufg5IUIQleQ3ygTDYpRoad25pzXFTyB4jTCaXbedvxavKscvn9Z5Ch_N3AEoOR0/s320/Susi%20Emma%20Gutmann%20and%20Grandkids.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-large;">A second postcard from Emma Neumann, with the postal stamp
“18.11.38”, addressed to her daughter “Frau Prof. Goldstein, 8 Holland Villas
Road, London W 14, England.”</span><span style="font-size: xx-large;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Wednesday.<span style="color: red;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>My dear Gretel, as promised I am
writing to you right after the visit of the “uncle” who was here earlier and
who had only half an hour for me because today and tomorrow, especially, he has
a crazy amount of work to do, and no one has any information. From here he went
to P.S. to obtain the necessary things, which he had not sent to
him despite his promises, and he will apply himself in the near future to the
most urgent matters concerning you and me. To begin with, he noted down the
address of that British Ministry of Finance, to find out from them the amount
of payment necessary for your furniture [<i>Gretl had furniture shipped to
England, which required paying a customs fee]</i>. But all experts declare that
no money can be had at all until the house is sold (we are no longer able to
get permission to raise a mortgage), and they cannot understand what you have
in mind <i>[A decree from October 3, 1938, required the transfer of assets from
Jews to non-Jews and controlled the process].</i><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"> </span>By chance, another gentleman came soon afterwards, about
whom I wrote to you earlier. He is necessary for and competent in all sorts of
things, since the other man cannot possibly do everything. Tomorrow he will
talk once more to someone about the sale of the house, and there is a slight
possibility, but we must not have any illusions, and it may be a long,
drawn-out matter. And my affairs may take even longer. But there is no hurry in
my case… [<i>two illegible words</i>], just don’t burden yourself with too much
work. If I had to travel in this weather, it would not be physically possible
for me and especially not at this time of the year. About that subject I’ll
write to you another time. I had a nice invitation today from L. M. Will you
thank him in my name, or do I have to do that myself? Lieschen also asked for
your address on behalf of Mariechen, whose husband is on a journey<i> [a
euphemism for having fled or having been arrested]</i>. I am sorry that you are
importuned by all sorts of people, especially now that you have committed
yourself to work [<i>Gretel became Organizing Secretary for the World Union of
Progressive Judaism].</i> Most of all, remain in good health and don’t work so
hard, especially in that bad weather! To all of you jointly warmest greetings
and kisses!<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>FOR MORE LETTERS SEE MY NEXT BLOGPOST. For the originals
see </i><b>LBI Archives AR 7167/MF 720.</b>The translation is by Erika Rummel
and Susi Lessing.</span><i><o:p></o:p></i></p>Erika Rummelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125369578875494684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793163765259731333.post-28833069970370136542023-11-15T04:23:00.005-09:002023-11-30T06:45:27.524-09:00AFTER #KRISTALLNACHT. LETTERS TO MARGARETE GOLDSTEIN, 1938<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDwmvZd6TSdsCMOifuNleybrup87yk-aJPMgMdL_3L17tff984PHyoXpJ4AXhwRXlfCfwO-6l0TTcb5ab1fhTFF47fgRyanS02F10AplXyl1CO0aCNAsyUTP-b3x0_yvdOjlhWIQBAqlwosaRi_CiYKEgDEQpZsj4cAW6_BiyihfAFghUmjblxf0FgZTc/s4032/Emma%20Gutmann%20-%20Photo.JPG" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDwmvZd6TSdsCMOifuNleybrup87yk-aJPMgMdL_3L17tff984PHyoXpJ4AXhwRXlfCfwO-6l0TTcb5ab1fhTFF47fgRyanS02F10AplXyl1CO0aCNAsyUTP-b3x0_yvdOjlhWIQBAqlwosaRi_CiYKEgDEQpZsj4cAW6_BiyihfAFghUmjblxf0FgZTc/s320/Emma%20Gutmann%20-%20Photo.JPG" /></a></div><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
The Leo Baeck Institute, New York, has in its archive a collection of letters dating from 1938/9, a precarious time for German Jews. The writer is Emma Neumann, née Gutmann, of Mainz. The addressee is her daughter, Margarete (Gretel) Goldstein, née Neumann, who has escaped to England. The correspondence illustrates Margarete’s unsuccessful attempts to arrange for her mother’s passage to England and the increasing harassment and persecution Jews suffered in Nazi Germany during 1938/9.
The earliest item in the correspondence is a postcard addressed from Emma to Gretel in London. The postal stamp “12.11.38” shows that it was written two days after Kristallnacht (literally “The Night of Crystal”). The name refers to the shards of glass littering the streets after an organized Nazi rampage, which resulted in the destruction of numerous Jewish establishments. </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><br /></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"> My dear Gretel, I would have liked to write earlier, but I was in no condition to do so, although I am fortunately unhurt, and that is the main thing. I am camping out in the backroom, where it is quite cozy, I receive visitors there, etc. and have even managed to sleep well. Thursday was not a good day, but it is over now. I felt like Hannibal in the ruins of Carthage [referring to the defeat of the African general Hannibal by the ancient Romans in 202 BC]. My rooms in the front are gradually being restored to order. It is a lot of work for Adelheid [Emma’s maid?], but she had help yesterday, and I had various, quite capable workmen who put all sorts of things in order again. The glaziers, mainly, had a lot to do, and then there was also your postal order. I will see to it that the payment is sent today, but please don’t cause me a lot of work. I can’t manage to think of anything. I have to stop writing – massive numbers of visitors, Babettchen [unidentified] has just come, Lene (?) Hasch (?). etc. Bab[ettchen] stayed here, could not remain in Oe.
1000 greetings and kisses,
Your devoted mother. Greetings to all. </h2><h1 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> FOR MORE LETTERS SEE MY NEXT BLOGPOST. For the originals see LBI Archives AR 7167/MF 720.The translation is by Erika Rummel and Susi Lessing.</span></h1>Erika Rummelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125369578875494684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793163765259731333.post-57414913128483913012023-05-02T08:01:00.003-08:002023-05-02T08:01:28.824-08:00<p><span style="font-size: x-large;">MORE #LA PICS</span></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnMaIBxcvczaXTQgX9mRjXx0zOorY9dHFmGQmM_U1BU2tZCg-kCOl8s6HKyhshflw8PMVnHDF7U_LQqFZVou3nh2nLPYDvBaYcvSlzBCme5Bek_1hIeC3cBegbPcsXxF_KtGcIqfZv5rkQ2qotGF9BdDctRQvQw7cuYR9wKTjLo6VRrFIilgn_5R8s/s1480/wolf%20LA%20fireweed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1480" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnMaIBxcvczaXTQgX9mRjXx0zOorY9dHFmGQmM_U1BU2tZCg-kCOl8s6HKyhshflw8PMVnHDF7U_LQqFZVou3nh2nLPYDvBaYcvSlzBCme5Bek_1hIeC3cBegbPcsXxF_KtGcIqfZv5rkQ2qotGF9BdDctRQvQw7cuYR9wKTjLo6VRrFIilgn_5R8s/s320/wolf%20LA%20fireweed.jpg" width="156" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">FIREWEED</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAeKz5sVw34W8On369rh3k8Rl5pVLp1AqTLNFXrVEKwURrCBwAJ8R1i4WoKVsRw-IaTRUoowVivb4s_D-bBGWL_5kvwW6IYGblFNhK1Fqz6I7oODJfwdaKYWWi6eo42t59fVmQcKzoVn978UTu9KIB_XS--HZ904U8ciMbJWuRcim1A4hi1D_flQp1/s1480/Wolf%20LA%20yellow%20house.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1480" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAeKz5sVw34W8On369rh3k8Rl5pVLp1AqTLNFXrVEKwURrCBwAJ8R1i4WoKVsRw-IaTRUoowVivb4s_D-bBGWL_5kvwW6IYGblFNhK1Fqz6I7oODJfwdaKYWWi6eo42t59fVmQcKzoVn978UTu9KIB_XS--HZ904U8ciMbJWuRcim1A4hi1D_flQp1/s320/Wolf%20LA%20yellow%20house.jpg" width="156" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">SANTA MONICA HOUSE</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMDZLM76roLo4aLGatJkpfSzt6IvqqE8CepT4auZuGh_Mln62c-6FQzwBUmPyzq9hKwZm336xA0htWADFl6N8dxZe9W3yHBIr5pqJnCIaVT_JAds6eOu3ibVUMVmLfZTiYshtaOXkjYg5Bw-9mMDpkR_9l0jL65SU6o4Ks5IkCmBn6_TysVd3bAIbr/s1480/Wolf%20LA%20street%20lights.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1480" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMDZLM76roLo4aLGatJkpfSzt6IvqqE8CepT4auZuGh_Mln62c-6FQzwBUmPyzq9hKwZm336xA0htWADFl6N8dxZe9W3yHBIr5pqJnCIaVT_JAds6eOu3ibVUMVmLfZTiYshtaOXkjYg5Bw-9mMDpkR_9l0jL65SU6o4Ks5IkCmBn6_TysVd3bAIbr/s320/Wolf%20LA%20street%20lights.jpg" width="156" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">SANTA MONICA STREET LIGHTS</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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FOR MORE VISIT HIS STORE<p></p><p> <span style="font-size: large;">GINKGO DESIGN AT 222 ESPLANADE IN TORONTO:</span></p><p><a href="https://ginkgofloraldesign.com/">Ginkgo Floral Design</a><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span> </p>Erika Rummelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125369578875494684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793163765259731333.post-14532033592435721122023-04-24T03:52:00.002-08:002023-04-24T03:52:34.114-08:00<h1 style="text-align: left;">FROM #LA TO TORONTO</h1><h1 style="text-align: left;">I'M BACK AND #LOSANGELES IS ONLY A MEMORY NOW, ALAS.</h1><h1 style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZM6kreoZvuojQTgqBhkDsLLjTcvMDU8wt4eHiWaYlgkN88maeBul5xQLJdd101sR4kU2tEyNBfPJIX3K7AhI7S-zptXvL_e_nN37CxFD6XJFugZnWKTHUjfBu3v5Sx3xsvDMiZQt5KBWfKiye1ONlu0i_Cb6Ka_Kw9cb-ykBEcEM0_jcjw2ZDlgem/s640/LA%202023%2011%20beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZM6kreoZvuojQTgqBhkDsLLjTcvMDU8wt4eHiWaYlgkN88maeBul5xQLJdd101sR4kU2tEyNBfPJIX3K7AhI7S-zptXvL_e_nN37CxFD6XJFugZnWKTHUjfBu3v5Sx3xsvDMiZQt5KBWfKiye1ONlu0i_Cb6Ka_Kw9cb-ykBEcEM0_jcjw2ZDlgem/s320/LA%202023%2011%20beach.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The beach was great, but </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP3ufA2keX466ST8ysQOB0IabHAmDrEVT_1EGvb01diRLNu_u5PzTn433L-Jr4-VAU3c5aPhbOzScafUdyaY3D7O7-FFMiJsNPJhpmrNFwDr2_itXwDJS_SyCUPik-JHccIyT1TRnKgl17sOGXQfubxfcebhOWJoPpwH0Fh5QCjcp7B63xsOad4_Yi/s640/LA%202023%209%20roads.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="376" data-original-width="640" height="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP3ufA2keX466ST8ysQOB0IabHAmDrEVT_1EGvb01diRLNu_u5PzTn433L-Jr4-VAU3c5aPhbOzScafUdyaY3D7O7-FFMiJsNPJhpmrNFwDr2_itXwDJS_SyCUPik-JHccIyT1TRnKgl17sOGXQfubxfcebhOWJoPpwH0Fh5QCjcp7B63xsOad4_Yi/s320/LA%202023%209%20roads.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">the traffic was terrible</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKu3UeTb54nx-gXFdgqdmOeFEnJpvaSJx9K1NAgocep4m5Wm8_mp133QeRlY4QMsY2YPyiuWjAOGVGbUm8IbvHF1niU6bzChpyP3D9wNFMffyzQJvlWCDE3V2FdeAxsZoTxhZzx_Vf5ltKkeptMPRlT2mRQu_2gr8ALBE67X1-1Naell_eXTzHr5Fw/s640/LA%202023%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKu3UeTb54nx-gXFdgqdmOeFEnJpvaSJx9K1NAgocep4m5Wm8_mp133QeRlY4QMsY2YPyiuWjAOGVGbUm8IbvHF1niU6bzChpyP3D9wNFMffyzQJvlWCDE3V2FdeAxsZoTxhZzx_Vf5ltKkeptMPRlT2mRQu_2gr8ALBE67X1-1Naell_eXTzHr5Fw/s320/LA%202023%202.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cute robot "Coco" will deliver the goods</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;">Saw a great play, "Twilight. LA 1992" at the #Taper Forum</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRV0wkRw0jFob8xEgW_BHpDvoJLSe-q45CY4uR_Tmkn_qvw851aWrz8Q3eYjDL5XcUbvMoFUWBvrIli9WrSqCUlGYgT_7sKnBG2Q07DAbBy8aBcTHt4DlwX1DMfbGuqwY1QCEd7yWzdTRCRHTBOgV_rhVqOXjoTakvTJqikdGtshQhVe-F5-RV3IjH/s640/LA%202023%206%20Beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRV0wkRw0jFob8xEgW_BHpDvoJLSe-q45CY4uR_Tmkn_qvw851aWrz8Q3eYjDL5XcUbvMoFUWBvrIli9WrSqCUlGYgT_7sKnBG2Q07DAbBy8aBcTHt4DlwX1DMfbGuqwY1QCEd7yWzdTRCRHTBOgV_rhVqOXjoTakvTJqikdGtshQhVe-F5-RV3IjH/s320/LA%202023%206%20Beach.jpg" width="240" /></a></div> Reflecting on the boardwalk at the beach<br /> </h1><h1 style="text-align: left;">All those great pics were taken by Susan Ingram -- thanks, Susan!</h1>Erika Rummelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125369578875494684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793163765259731333.post-69053447572008522622023-04-05T07:31:00.000-08:002023-04-05T07:31:00.908-08:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFaFid8uaDqMvf7rjJLIl7n3VwSIv7m58Sq5Wzb-HXYJ4_ZNFBGrY47Ll7VuBQp26rdG-EUGuspMTSy08h4M6dks13H91dUnIht6zU9VlvFF7hpf4uYEBx96ulZhb4An9jlgGXRkbqmXkO7UZ4QUvDr0X-VQd7xYMiP_ApodFPVBCkkPZBFBF8e0PJ/s2920/Indies%20Award%20for%20Twitter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2632" data-original-width="2920" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFaFid8uaDqMvf7rjJLIl7n3VwSIv7m58Sq5Wzb-HXYJ4_ZNFBGrY47Ll7VuBQp26rdG-EUGuspMTSy08h4M6dks13H91dUnIht6zU9VlvFF7hpf4uYEBx96ulZhb4An9jlgGXRkbqmXkO7UZ4QUvDr0X-VQd7xYMiP_ApodFPVBCkkPZBFBF8e0PJ/s320/Indies%20Award%20for%20Twitter.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>THE LONELINESS OF THE TIME TRAVELER</b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> IS A FINALIST FOR </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> THE INDIES BOOK AWARD!</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>https://www.forewordreviews.com/awards/finalists/2022/science-fiction/</b></span></p>Erika Rummelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125369578875494684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793163765259731333.post-52122811909285863942022-09-28T04:24:00.004-08:002022-09-28T04:24:41.564-08:00<h1 style="text-align: left;">MASTER #BAKER SUSAN</h1><h1 style="text-align: left;">Susan is an engineer -- baking is just a hobby for her, but hey! If she ever decides to become a caterer, I bet there'd be a line-up of customers. </h1><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhclVIHzG8JVLUALvMSWmXa98CUtWdVF0xI4VClh_OicNLb5S788raSdKveayAcXgaQTfqakz2imX9ThXmCsFl28C14OV5pUo4nnqoT1eG-o_H4O3KzIOi-JWEaAJMvzI9Hq2B62UTMahKbuJ5nGZDRb9EIy5PQHInIM_zRkVDgBf8-X0lp-1r459mF/s3996/Susan%20Biscotti%201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2664" data-original-width="3996" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhclVIHzG8JVLUALvMSWmXa98CUtWdVF0xI4VClh_OicNLb5S788raSdKveayAcXgaQTfqakz2imX9ThXmCsFl28C14OV5pUo4nnqoT1eG-o_H4O3KzIOi-JWEaAJMvzI9Hq2B62UTMahKbuJ5nGZDRb9EIy5PQHInIM_zRkVDgBf8-X0lp-1r459mF/s320/Susan%20Biscotti%201.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The famous biscotti in the making<br /><br /><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYqNF2bbw4mtUPXw96hRmbVttrjv5hF9YiZ207UTu4S819u4-aPcr6DbH71dNjouICsU-BvjEEX_J32y7VkFXrZ7CGtKx2p8wvDbNAX5hI8qVGwMi1zY0Bi9g3GjFjVktRxeLnl7jT2_RaO42ZFYibOhIrEEuEXMOOqwndQWU8a8yMzSc-kfo3zc9t/s3996/Susan%20Lemon%20walnut%20cakelets.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2664" data-original-width="3996" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYqNF2bbw4mtUPXw96hRmbVttrjv5hF9YiZ207UTu4S819u4-aPcr6DbH71dNjouICsU-BvjEEX_J32y7VkFXrZ7CGtKx2p8wvDbNAX5hI8qVGwMi1zY0Bi9g3GjFjVktRxeLnl7jT2_RaO42ZFYibOhIrEEuEXMOOqwndQWU8a8yMzSc-kfo3zc9t/s320/Susan%20Lemon%20walnut%20cakelets.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More cakelets!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><h1 style="text-align: left;">Yum!</h1><br /><div><br /></div>Erika Rummelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125369578875494684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793163765259731333.post-23436583477109513032022-09-13T03:36:00.002-08:002022-09-13T03:36:40.460-08:00<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2eQ0QahjdOEFUkZsrRhPll5TgbLX0qz-a3bVPg75o80e9qx6y7HE2PkaZ4XJ_E6ZDL-buvdIUDI4IOm4eP5dgwfvXFEM2cae8FztxQ_LmAfIshH6DEKhea24nc0Ki_2_9TfZWTPdZrGytXwXkH2MBXkZ7Ceozy8Y_O_gwAGWqCwhyvzpLlxPo7Ml9/s4000/Bomo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2eQ0QahjdOEFUkZsrRhPll5TgbLX0qz-a3bVPg75o80e9qx6y7HE2PkaZ4XJ_E6ZDL-buvdIUDI4IOm4eP5dgwfvXFEM2cae8FztxQ_LmAfIshH6DEKhea24nc0Ki_2_9TfZWTPdZrGytXwXkH2MBXkZ7Ceozy8Y_O_gwAGWqCwhyvzpLlxPo7Ml9/w300-h400/Bomo.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>PUBLIC ART IN #TORONTO: A RAILWAY UNDERPASS</b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">The other day I was hiking along the Don River and saw a
young man slapping white paint on the graffiti that covered the wall of a
railway underpass. A man offended by the proliferation of graffiti, doing a
public service, I thought. When I returned the same way, I realized he had just
been making room for his own graffiti. He looked Latino. He sported a gold chain
around his neck and a tattoo on his chest advertising “La vida loca”. I started
talking with him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">“Bomy”? I asked, pointing at the letters he had painted on
the wall. “What does that mean?” <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">“That’s my nickname,” he said. “Because I drink a lot and
then I vomit. So they call me Bomy.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">(B and V are pronounced similarly in Latin American
Spanish).</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>Erika Rummelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125369578875494684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793163765259731333.post-61691195092979265492022-09-05T06:26:00.001-08:002022-09-05T06:26:14.603-08:00<p> </p><h4 style="text-align: left;"></h4><h1 style="text-align: left;"><b><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFZDvDZMkL5yWIAncKTISA66ycW4CtI1HP_t179pZ6TRYQKiTcH3ZjFjxe95RdripHeXmeUX-qLP5fvCZ1xpqGY2GsjWuo3BYBN4jFXC8hyStSvQW8JSqNVw8Nqpv81TcZocAKtKRiQsVE1zc0tSnBufFMCTKak9LHEurv8CazxNx15G3g4ExHtfb1/s2304/Unamerican.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1683" data-original-width="2304" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFZDvDZMkL5yWIAncKTISA66ycW4CtI1HP_t179pZ6TRYQKiTcH3ZjFjxe95RdripHeXmeUX-qLP5fvCZ1xpqGY2GsjWuo3BYBN4jFXC8hyStSvQW8JSqNVw8Nqpv81TcZocAKtKRiQsVE1zc0tSnBufFMCTKak9LHEurv8CazxNx15G3g4ExHtfb1/s320/Unamerican.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Un-American
Activities</span></span></b></h1><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">James Estes reminisces about the 60s when he
was a graduate student at The Ohio State University in Columbus. Remnants of
McCarthyism were still much in evidence at that time. The State Legislature had
an Un-American Activities Committee, and in the city, where the John Birch
Society was flourishing, there was wide-spread suspicion that the university
was a hotbed of left-wing subversion. In the autumn of 1961, <i>The
Lantern</i>, the daily student newspaper at OSU, published two letters to the
editor, signed only 'A Staff Member' and 'A Professor,' demanding action
against the 'comsymps' (Communist sympathizers) on the faculty. It was a
situation made for parody, and I could not resist writing a letter to the
Editor in turn:<br /></span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="EN-US">Inspired by the
courageous examples of "A Professor" and "A Staff Member,"
I am going to take pen in hand to expose another element in the Communist conspiracy
to undermine America.<br /></span><span lang="EN-US">I am sure it
will be deeply shocking to all true lovers of their country to learn that the
University Library is participating in a nation-wide Communist-led plot to
undermine religion in America!<br /></span><span lang="EN-US">The comsymps
who organized the Library of Congress cataloguing system have placed the Bible
under the classification "BS"!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Only an atheist could have perpetrated this insult on God's Holy Word,
the foundation of America's evident superiority over the other nations of the
world, all of which are either collectivized or well on the way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And, as we know, atheism is virtually
synonymous with Communism.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> <br /> </span></span><span lang="EN-US">What more proof
do we need that atheistic Communism has penetrated even our great national
library and the hundreds of libraries throughout the country that use its
cataloguing system?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Are the members of
our library staff conscious agents of this conspiracy or only dupes? …<br /></span><span lang="EN-US">A Paranoid<br /></span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">After the letter was published on 18 October
1961, I was told that the text, minus the signature, had been read over the air
by a local right-wing disc jockey as a fine example of 'the kind of patriotism
we need at Ohio State.'<br /></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span>
Erika Rummelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125369578875494684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793163765259731333.post-32252367473687366892022-06-15T05:35:00.001-08:002022-06-15T05:35:23.885-08:00<p> <span style="font-size: x-large;">LAUNCH OF #TIMETRAVELLER!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td style="text-align: center;"><h1><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2pZDMu5xGOMu8_e3elLQoBElIybPVzcFW_O61e7HdoitJ6Fuoc8cLqwIzaAeU6lofzmtg25y_0AhFtIsMJiKWCWaLgbccED43JLoXj8j1ewH0yzmnh947uqE6u1mrF2aC1GpBp4qoNtVUClTY4JoqK_IIM4YleMmVejIY4dYfdEmmY9hh3_f1udrg/s1077/time%20traveller%20launch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="686" data-original-width="1077" height="408" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2pZDMu5xGOMu8_e3elLQoBElIybPVzcFW_O61e7HdoitJ6Fuoc8cLqwIzaAeU6lofzmtg25y_0AhFtIsMJiKWCWaLgbccED43JLoXj8j1ewH0yzmnh947uqE6u1mrF2aC1GpBp4qoNtVUClTY4JoqK_IIM4YleMmVejIY4dYfdEmmY9hh3_f1udrg/w640-h408/time%20traveller%20launch.jpg" width="640" /></a></h1></td></tr><tr></tr></tbody></table></span></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></p><h1><br /></h1><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p>Erika Rummelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125369578875494684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793163765259731333.post-83006036392500268502022-05-18T04:32:00.001-08:002022-05-18T04:36:03.770-08:00<p> <span style="font-size: x-large;">PUBLIC ART IN #TORONTO'S ROSEDALE RAVINE</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Walking the Rosedale ravine you can enjoy not only nature, but also civilization: Coffee and tchotchkes at the Brick Works -- yes, we know about that. But now also commemorative art hidden in the woods and stencilled on the concrete trusses of a bridge! <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhujzOfaoMneRsx3F-WjbmngZC83-hMbVv5cRFYUokA5mmuc5p53HAnl0vr8tHl7nJLF6P9qKz7uaNhnytsBrcinRpTYIrRI7FAxICFmXOLx5yKEm4yWDhuREu4A37iJRxF44ia1uh5icd4n-NuuInas4ragoCJwbWWQI-YB_5gNntvkGPep6BmaPl6/s640/Ingram%20public%20art%203.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhujzOfaoMneRsx3F-WjbmngZC83-hMbVv5cRFYUokA5mmuc5p53HAnl0vr8tHl7nJLF6P9qKz7uaNhnytsBrcinRpTYIrRI7FAxICFmXOLx5yKEm4yWDhuREu4A37iJRxF44ia1uh5icd4n-NuuInas4ragoCJwbWWQI-YB_5gNntvkGPep6BmaPl6/s320/Ingram%20public%20art%203.jpeg" width="240" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb8XuuPeQ4RglDOqFza0bCSHUNx-8qJxbYo7crmz907WCvorPNPRAA6kdiYsSUBnznK5RzXS0-Hahs1go6X33_9F5yazGwcTyE1W7UUFW8zNUagAYYRFIkvJHSd8fKXDEXxb3N6fUQuPsZJXB4V5G4gkOxUZhAP-Eeu1PjYlufWnv2nc_lAXp3NTPI/s640/Ingram%20public%20art%202.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb8XuuPeQ4RglDOqFza0bCSHUNx-8qJxbYo7crmz907WCvorPNPRAA6kdiYsSUBnznK5RzXS0-Hahs1go6X33_9F5yazGwcTyE1W7UUFW8zNUagAYYRFIkvJHSd8fKXDEXxb3N6fUQuPsZJXB4V5G4gkOxUZhAP-Eeu1PjYlufWnv2nc_lAXp3NTPI/s320/Ingram%20public%20art%202.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFgHp65f3TmoQ_JSFCBu6TZZ3uJIbd5vXojI3oZabdFdCbgHNJEVIkG81kJQbxsMhmWiPgMQsP2q2SAJZixuDOhcABcwKHK7H921o-rFp6pDxnRRYVsFmPj4Lp4gBQvInmm5cHyV2aE7w_dXm41jW9pYeodx8psbKEy-ilWiqT5kfrGfm5KhqMHAJ1/s640/Ingram%20public%20art1.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFgHp65f3TmoQ_JSFCBu6TZZ3uJIbd5vXojI3oZabdFdCbgHNJEVIkG81kJQbxsMhmWiPgMQsP2q2SAJZixuDOhcABcwKHK7H921o-rFp6pDxnRRYVsFmPj4Lp4gBQvInmm5cHyV2aE7w_dXm41jW9pYeodx8psbKEy-ilWiqT5kfrGfm5KhqMHAJ1/s320/Ingram%20public%20art1.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">(Photos by Susan Ingram)</span><br /><p></p>Erika Rummelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125369578875494684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793163765259731333.post-20436774045278707742022-04-21T07:49:00.003-08:002022-05-15T07:55:44.212-08:00<p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>F</b><b>ROM L.A. TO TORONTO</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Managed to avoid all bad weather patches and had a great time talking shop with my co-driver and fellow historian, Nathan Ron, who came all the way from #Israel to join me on this cross-country trip. Here are a few photos he took on the way:</b></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh723sPDrQ0J4a_exBuNPaW-2_GP8nB-yEJDkIYUC_SP_TBA3R8o_6K73C2GRs431N0KX_ur7rB_Xd31FvqVw9kGb7Y8As9JdhdX80K4rllYurw6mPay35yWWXc-EWAMTHRbks9pMNUl7QbOktk3NIZogFVZAVCUzzh-2h84GbYdeYZKL6edOXSwMqx/s640/Trip%202022.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh723sPDrQ0J4a_exBuNPaW-2_GP8nB-yEJDkIYUC_SP_TBA3R8o_6K73C2GRs431N0KX_ur7rB_Xd31FvqVw9kGb7Y8As9JdhdX80K4rllYurw6mPay35yWWXc-EWAMTHRbks9pMNUl7QbOktk3NIZogFVZAVCUzzh-2h84GbYdeYZKL6edOXSwMqx/s320/Trip%202022.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Saguaro in Tucson</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>More pics from Tucson<br /></b></span> <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz8bQanT-6-lX_blYezzX9t4lgg1g7UKzMJ1FWkbDyX12F_bGeqFdsNSxxD75T9qtZbAXbxUKU77UK01Kdus8JqUnwHNmrgQ1KOchAsKdXW709iptFgeJWw72wTbW7UIR18IRd1iNAaakzicfePeUXRain7QF055LSMj4mN48nbCZZMeASdJhWBn64/s640/Trip%202022%203.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz8bQanT-6-lX_blYezzX9t4lgg1g7UKzMJ1FWkbDyX12F_bGeqFdsNSxxD75T9qtZbAXbxUKU77UK01Kdus8JqUnwHNmrgQ1KOchAsKdXW709iptFgeJWw72wTbW7UIR18IRd1iNAaakzicfePeUXRain7QF055LSMj4mN48nbCZZMeASdJhWBn64/s320/Trip%202022%203.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEzC4BqJOFXCrCceIJ-S59lNeED9UndCsrFqmUbuy1fVmmdf7L5OoDBbHgXtybq_w8qYwJFBhGABzs3uubDfZvjs8cZJ8oAqZ3IlQgSkJ9N1DyW2YD2Nbrywytwq-Sn50iOyUFKWOOUNTmZqrwqgW8jZ5nfCixulsBgO_-E-xUUWTRv_chtzD1Nagx/s640/Trip%202022%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEzC4BqJOFXCrCceIJ-S59lNeED9UndCsrFqmUbuy1fVmmdf7L5OoDBbHgXtybq_w8qYwJFBhGABzs3uubDfZvjs8cZJ8oAqZ3IlQgSkJ9N1DyW2YD2Nbrywytwq-Sn50iOyUFKWOOUNTmZqrwqgW8jZ5nfCixulsBgO_-E-xUUWTRv_chtzD1Nagx/s320/Trip%202022%202.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">And one from the Bernheim Arboretum</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIl24xfo8eWlHua1Rpxm4g6Su9t3qWaoZ4z6Q5WqFfbhoDRLLxEtKfpqdzLaJ6-QzuPyvTEVzNRzi84eGrd26PHxIUaZoL8XLi9T0sA2SdSyvjBJ7foDEo61waT84Uc2EsF-KTPuZrtvKKHuF1vwsaAaq5vJVR7JKrFvWsVz_pHg0DvOBtLMt66DMF/s640/Trip%202022%204.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIl24xfo8eWlHua1Rpxm4g6Su9t3qWaoZ4z6Q5WqFfbhoDRLLxEtKfpqdzLaJ6-QzuPyvTEVzNRzi84eGrd26PHxIUaZoL8XLi9T0sA2SdSyvjBJ7foDEo61waT84Uc2EsF-KTPuZrtvKKHuF1vwsaAaq5vJVR7JKrFvWsVz_pHg0DvOBtLMt66DMF/s320/Trip%202022%204.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /> </span><br /><p></p>Erika Rummelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125369578875494684noreply@blogger.com0