East German Girl: Escape from East to West
By Jacqualynn Bogie and Sigrid Jackson
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War memories do not have an age requirement. They force you to mature and give you no choice but to cope with the realities of the world. In this memoir, author Sigrid Jackson tells what it was like being a child of war in East Germany before and after World War II.
In East German Girl, Jackson describes what it was like to live through the bombing raids, food shortages, diphtheria, communism, and being forced to leave her home with her mother and brother to be relocated to a rural farm. Using personal anecdotes to illustrate how God has worked in her life, Jackson demonstrates the courage that was necessary to escape East Germany to freedom in the west when she was just twelve years old.
From an alcoholic, absentee father to an unsuspecting future husband, life continuously threw her curveballs, but East German Girl narrates an inspirational story of war, communism, family betrayal, and finally resilience.
Jacqualynn Bogie
Sigrid Jackson and her husband Jerry are now retired. They reside in the midwest and are the parents of three daughters.
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East German Girl - Jacqualynn Bogie
Copyright © 2011 by Sigrid Jackson and Jacqualynn Bogle.
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ISBN: 978-1-4620-4132-9 (sc)
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ISBN: 978-1-4620-4256-2 (ebk)
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iUniverse rev. date: 08//23/2011
Contents
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT:
HOME
STETTIN GERMANY
A DIVIDED GERMANY
NO MORE DAILY STROLLS
AMBIVALENT REUNION
CHANGE KNOCKING AT OUR DOOR
RELOCATION
TRAIN RIDE INTO THE UNKNOWN
IN THE UNKNOWN, ANKLAM
ARRIVING ON THE FARM
LIFE ON THE FARM
SOLDIERS ON THE FARM
VIKTER
GRADE SCHOOL IN TRAMSTOW, EAST GERMANY
MY MOST MEMORABLE CHRISTMAS ON THE FARM
SUMMER ON THE FARM
BACK IN THE HOSPITAL
MY FATHER’S RETURN
FAMILY ADJUSTMENTS
A MARRIAGE IN TURMOIL
TOO MUCH
MOTHER’S BREAKDOWN
THE GOVERNMENT COMES KNOCKING
LEFT BEHIND
HOPE INTO ACTION
OUR DANGEROUS ESCAPE TO WEST GERMANY (1951)
UNEXPECTED DETOUR
OUR PLAN
FIRST SIGHT OF FREEDOM
DANGER
ALONE IN A STRANGE WORLD
ARRIVING IN NEUSTADT
SURPRISE
Afterword
Glossary
Author Biography
Dedication
To my Mother, Johanna Kühl. In my heart and mind she is the main character in this book. Despite her human weaknesses and failures, she persevered and made it possible for me to be a free person.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT:
• I need to acknowledge all of the people who crossed my path within the past 30 years and suggested that I should write a book after they heard about my life experiences. It set a spark in my heart and I started praying for the right time…well it took this long!
• A very special thanks to my talented, gifted granddaughter, Jacqualynn Bogle. Jacqualynn spent numerous hours during the past year writing, revising, and polishing my story. The book would not be what it is today without her involvement.
• Thank you Dr. Szopinski for deciphering my first rough manuscript, giving it the first light editing, and for your research of the war history.
• Thank you Dr. Reck for editing the finished manuscript. It was God that brought you back into our lives again at this special time.
• A great thank you to my family who put up with my ups and downs during this process for the past year. You all kept encouraging me and showed your faith and ability that I am able to fulfill my work, this book.
HOME
1941
I will sing and make music.
I, Sigrid Kühl, am a young girl with wispy, blonde curls and a captivating smile (or so I am told). My aunt Charlotte, who lives in the room on the upper level of our house, is constantly doting on me with such flattering, descriptive lines. I am thankful for her and that she has never married or had children because she lives with us and showers me with every toy imaginable.
missing image fileTante Charlotte and me.
At every chance, I pitter-patter up to her room and spend time with her sweetness. She tells me stories, and I especially love the stories about me. Charlotte loves children, but as I said, she never had any of her own. She begged and begged my parents to have another child, and so I was born. I guess that is the reason I was born seven years after Jörg. I think of her as my second mother.
My father’s father also lives with us, and my mother and Charlotte take good care of him. I’m not sure if it’s just because he is old or if there is something wrong with him, but Opa Kühl sure does walk awful slowly with his cane. I love that he lives with us, for he is so sweet, gentle and kind. He takes a daily walk, and I regularly accompany him. As we hold hands and stroll along the sidewalk, I am careful to look out for pebbles, sticks, or anything that might cause Opa Kühl to stumble or wobble on his cane, and similarly he looks out for me. Midway through our walk, we take a rest on a bench, and I am able to have all of my curiosity satisfied as Opa Kühl patiently answers my thousands of questions about life.
missing image fileOpa Kühl and me on one of our strolls.
Thankfully, my father, Erich, has a highly respected job in the courts, so we are able to accommodate Charlotte and Opa Kühl in our house, which has all the modern conveniences. I am not able to appreciate the greatness
others see in my father. I find myself mesmerized when he reads a book with opera playing in the background and his brow lines tell me that he is getting deep into the text. I am amazed when he plays an instrument, paints and draws, or whenever I overhear one of his poems. All of his talents fit perfectly with his tall stature, radiant blue eyes, and rich, dark hair. But, something tells me I don’t mean much to him, or maybe he just told me that…
My father and me.
However, I do have Charlotte and Johanna, my gentle mother, for reassurance. Mother, although rather quiet, is very funny in nature and has a saying for everything. Mother is seven years older than my father; however, she never seems older. In the times when I need it most, she comforts me the best she can, for she is not a demonstrative person. She pushes her board-straight dark brown hair away from her face and bends the small distance she has to until our matching, bluish-gray eyes meet, and through her eyes, I see strength and everything seems okay again.
missing image fileMy brother, Jörg, me, and my mother.
STETTIN GERMANY
1942
War will continue until the end.
Tension in the air thickens as sirens resound through the falling and inevitable booming of bombs manically uniting with the earth’s floor. Canned foods that line the cold, concrete walls rattle as the earth shakes from the commotion such an uninvited union has caused. The dark blanket of night reaches down to flood our little cellar, packed with my family and neighbors who join our shelter and help to console one another. In times like this, there are no strangers, only enemies, and we know those are the growling jets flying overhead.
Only silence exists within our four walls. Any other noise we hear is just outside pollution. But, this is not a serene silence. Too much uncertainty weighs down upon the room. Questions dart through our minds, Will the next bomb land on our homes?
Are there enemy soldiers entering our houses as we helplessly take cover?
As we endure the night, a minuscule thread of security is present because we know that we are well-equipped with blankets and food to last us several days.
The silence in our cellar is interrupted by a sudden power surge. The radio flicks on, and a powerful, deep, confident voice informs us, the cowering citizens of a tiny town, of the enemy’s position and other updates that are too complicated for me, a four year old, to comprehend. This voice makes us feel connected with the events that are playing out above. For those of us who say the glass is half empty, play-by-play images form in our minds; some, perhaps, are horribly exaggerated. Possibly, from that voice, false hope is instilled in those of us who believe that the glass is half full. This is just another night that blindly drags on and pulls at all our human emotions. My brother, Jörg, sits next to me, and I can feel the weight of his worry.
Because of this ongoing war, spending the night in the cellar is quite a frequent event for us and it is certainly frightening, but the anxiety has become too much for me. The nights have become long and boring with no one willing to talk, and being young, I need something to occupy my mind. I decide to practice my whistle. I moisten my lips with my tongue and inhale deeply and blow through the tunnel I have created. A faint sound escapes, but I know that even with all of my practice, I have not yet mastered the whistle.
My father is an extremely talented, handsome man. He creates life-like paintings and drawings, writes captivating poetry, and plays several instruments with finesse. Jörg is beginning to become very good at these things too, and they connect in these areas. Unfortunately, that connection doesn’t include me. I yearn to learn an instrument, and I have decided to start with the harmonica. Before my father left for the war, I asked him to teach me and begged my brother to help me, but they both just laughed. I concluded that I would just teach myself to play the harmonica, just like I taught myself to whistle.
With all these countless nights in the cellar, I have defeated the