A copy of one of my Childhood Memories


I remember vaguely a conversation which took place on our balcony in Berlin soon after Easter 1946. I know for certain that at the time Dad was still with us and that Mum had made friends with a lady from the neighbourhood who had established herself as a manicurist. The name ‘Julia Gratz’ is my invention.

The following conversation is more or less made up by me. I only remember for sure that this lady talked to Mum about ‘Gone with the Wind’. I am also pretty sure that this lady was very courteous to Dad and treated him with much respect. It is also true that I had just returned from Leipzig and was about to start school in Berlin. It is also true that I had to catch up in English and that an older school-girl volunteered to give me private lessons. I also distinctly remember that all of us were sitting on the balcony and that it was balmy spring weather.

As a writing exercise I tried to write the following in the third person.

                            BERLIN, SPRING 1946

Eleven year old Uta has just returned from her grandmother’s place in Leipzig. Her parents, Charlotte and Alexander, sit with her on the sunlit balcony.

Also on the balcony is a voluptuous blond woman. Her permed hair is well set. Her fingernails are excellently shaped. Her nail polish is of a pink colour. Her name is Julia Gratz. She has just finished doing Charlotte’s fingernails. This is how she earns a living in this black-market time. She is well spoken. She likes to talk to Alexander, trying to flatter him with ‘intelligent’ questions.

Julia: ‘What do you think, Herr Doctor, is there any chance at all that we get our proper jobs back? How long is it going to take before we recover from Germany’s disastrous downfall?’

Alexander: ‘I am sure it is going to take several years. I only hope that Germany is not going to be made to pay enormous amounts in reparation as was the case after World War I. But since we have been totally defeated, we basically have to accept, that the other countries can do with us as they like.’

Julia (turning to Charlotte): ‘I’ve just been reading GONE WITH THE WIND. I have enormous admiration for Scarlet O’Hara, how in the midst of having lost everything due to the war, she shows courage by sewing herself a dress out of some curtains. She does not want to look poor, when she goes to see Rhet Butler, who profited from the war and is very well of.’

Charlotte: ‘Yes indeed, this shows enormous courage. It reminds me, that I dismantled our old flag and used the material for sewing a colourful blouse. In times like this, you have to use whatever you can, to get by.’

Julia (talks to Uta, who had been listening intensely):

‘Uta, how do you like it to be back in Berlin? You must have missed your mum, when your mum was already in Berlin while you were still staying with your grandmother in Leipzig. Tell me, for how long did you go to school in Leipzig?’

Uta: ‘Actually between January and October schools had been closed in Leipzig, which means I’ve been in high-school since October last year. Cousin Renate gave me and Bob a few lessons at home while the schools were still closed. In October I was then straight away admitted to second year of high-school.’

Julia: ‘So now that you’re back in Berlin you start school here after the Easter break?

Uta: ‘That’s right. However I found out that I’ll have to catch up in English. It seems, here in Berlin they are much further ahead in English. I have been enrolled for the second year of high-school. They said, they want to give me a try and see whether I can keep up with that year.’

Julia: ‘I’m sure you’ll be able to make it. Maybe some-one can give you some private lessons to catch up in English?’

Uta: ‘Yes, I was told, that a girl, who is three years ahead of me, is willing to give me some lessons at her home.’

Julia: ‘It sounds like this may be the perfect solution for you. I wish you good luck!

Uta: ‘Thank you very much, Frau Gratz.’

I did get a few comments to this story. Here they are:

9 thoughts on “CHILDHOOD MEMORIES”

  1. Do you know what became of Frau Gratz? Did she end up having a better life? Did she stay in Berlin or like you, she took a risk and left to seek a better life?

    1. As far as I remember, Mum soon went back to doing her nails by herself. I think she lost touch with Frau Gratz, even though she had a little shop for a while not far from where we lived. I don’t know what happened to her after she gave up the shop.

  2. How often people come into our lives and make a mark, then leave sometimes as abruptly as they came in. I too wonder what happened to that woman. I hope she survived and lived in peace and comfort. 🙂

    1. I am sure she survived. She seemed to be a rather jolly woman with good looks. I think she was determined to make the best of everything.
      During those black market days some people would drop in for a few times and then you would never see them again. I remember one very good looking elderly gentleman calling a few times. When I opened the door he would always greet me very politely. His standard greeting would be: ‘Guten Tag, mein Fräulein!’ I was only eleven and not used yet to being addressed as ‘Fräulein’. I think this is why this still sticks in my mind. I felt kind of embarrassed being addressed like this. My embarrassment seemed to amuse him, but in a friendly, very gentlemanlike way.

  3. It is remarkable how you recall memories like they were just yesterday. I come to know you more as a genuine and generous person who’s zest in life inspires me in many ways. Having to share your past, present and hopes for the future opens doors to friendships, possibilities and a better understanding of people, their experiences, feelings , thoughts and culture. Thank you. Wishing you and your family peace, love and happiness.

    1. Thank you heaps for your reply, dear IT. I am always amazed how you keep writing positive and uplifting comments. I am so happy when someone reads what I’ve written! Thank you so much.
      My very best wishes for you and your family too!

2 thoughts on “A copy of one of my Childhood Memories

  1. How did I miss this post? I remember a day when for the first time ever, I realised that there were children growing up in Germany, living as we did with bombs dropping from the air and thinking us ‘the enemy’ thanks for sharing your memory with us.


  2. Hi, Judith!

    Maybe you’d like to have a look at this post of Peter, my husband:


    He mentioned in this post a poem he wrote a few years previously. Its lines refer to Gallipoli:

    “When Diggers stormed the Cove
    They could not know
    That many years hence
    Men from the other side
    Would come to their Land.

    Did they fight and die in vain?
    Not so. They prevailed
    and shared their Land.
    Turned foes into welcome friends.”

    Forther on Peter wrote in this post:

    “We drove a bit further and suddenly saw the town’s Cenotaph erected for the fallen of the two World Wars. The floral tributes from the recent ANZAC Day were still to be seen . . . .
    Among all the names I noticed two especially, one airman who was flying for the RAF, perhaps he died on an air raid over Berlin where I come from and a seaman on the HMAS Sydney. The sinking of the Sydney was such a tragic event. What a crazy world we live in. I’m so sorry all this happened. But we should look to the future and recognise that we live in an earthly paradise – Australia!”


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