Sunday, July 5, 2015

War Brides: The Queen Mary Transports WW II Brides



War Brides and Soldiers Transported via 
Cunard Queen Mary during WWII

Cunard is Celebrating 175 years of service
Crossing the Atlantic on the Queen Mary is a wonderful alternative to 10 hours in a plane and on some crossings, can be well priced even for a solo passenger.

On a crossing last fall I steeled myself to sit at a table with 9 strangers only to find this crossing offered several very interesting dinner companions.  

H. T. was quiet at first but later had amazing stories to tell about the QE

And you NEVER know how interesting a stranger may be unless you speak with them.  H. T. appeared quiet and one evening mentioned to the group that his mother had crossed the Atlantic with Cunard on a war brides ship!   I had not heard of this before and was fascinated.   




I found out later in a conversation with H. T. that he only sails on Cunard and I found he is a Cunard armature historian.  

There is a exhibit on deck 2 Forward, that describes how Cunard's ships assisted during WWII and the story of transporting war brides and their children to the USA and Canada.



   After some additional  research I discovered a great deal has been written about the transportation of war Brides in 1946 to the USA and Canada and the role Cunard Ships played in the WWII.

I interviewed H. T. on the ship and later he shared more stories via email.  Stories he remembers about his mothers' first crossing on the QM and also others he took with her.   I realized that story about Joan was far more interesting.

This is a lovey story that was shared with me:

"My mom's name was Kathleen Joan Horton, nee Hatherley.  She was always called Joan by the family.  I 

remember as a kid,  friends from (her) work called her Kathy,   I thought it so strange.   Dad was Carl R 


Horton.    He was a waist gunner on a B17 and  flew 50 missions."   Stationed in the UK, "he saw her at a 

canteen for the GI's, arranged an introduction and they were engaged 3 weeks later.   They were married in 

Halesworth (UK) on January 29th, 1944."   It must have been love at first site since their union lasted 50 years

"When dating, my mother teased my father to take her to an eating place she liked very much, called Bobbie's.  From then on, dad always called her "Bob."  Cards, gifts were always addressed:  "To Bob,  From Carl."  Years later, my cousin Lesley would always call her "Aunt Bob."


Joan on her wedding day

First Night in a bomb shelter:  "Friends and neighbors pitched in to see that my parents had a real wedding cake.  There was strict rationing, for example, each person was allowed only one egg a month.  It was a small cake but it was very tasty.  
I did not recall where they were going for a honeymoon, but they spent their wedding night in a bomb shelter as German bombers were passing over on their way to bomb London.


The Best Man:   "Dad wanted his cousin, Harold Ballard, to be best man at the wedding but Harold, who was stationed in Northern Ireland, could not get leave.  Harold did visit later.  It took him almost 24 hours to get to Ispwich (near Halesworth)  because of all the train connections and also because the trains were so full,  
He had to stand all the way.  Right after he got to bed, another raid heading for  London appeared and he spent that night also in a bomb shelter. 

Harold did get to do  the toast at my parents 50th wedding anniversary party.  I remember the big laugh he got when he delivered  the line:  "You know, 50 years is a long, long time to be married to the same woman!"
H.T. told me her friends pooled their ration card to make a cake for her special day


Exact records of passengers on each ship may be traceable if family members have documentation on the date of departure and or arrival.   H. T. shared information from his file:  'Trip to America 1946'.

The exact departure date for Joan's trip to her new home may not be documented but H. T. has a copy of 'her orders to go to the 'reception center' on January 28th, 1946.   She was to depart her hometown, Halesworth at 9:54 am and arrive in London at 1:35pm- sailing date (was) was not included at that time".    "Joan remembered the day the ship was to sail, the band on shore was playing "There Will Always Be An England", so lots of tears and sad feelings and mixed emotions"  For some unknown reason the ship did not sail until the next day.

There is also a telegram sent to Mr. Horton in Rochester, NY informing him of the orders and a copy of the telegram Joan sent her sister is dated Feb 7th, 1946 from the Queen Mary.

In that letter Joan talks glowingly about "the wonderful food to include roast duckling, plum pudding, ice cream, coffee, chicken, turkey, pork, lamb, chocolate, an egg every morning and (Joan) think the Queen Mary must be a magical name to have all the good stuff on board".  "The ship is traveling slower because there are lots of children on board.  Joan is somewhat seasick but not real bad".

After years of rationing during the war, the variety and quantity of food on the ship must have been overwhelming.    From other documents 'archived' by Joan, H. T. knows what the on board daily program for the dates of  February 7, 8 and 9th (1946).


H.T. believes this sailing of the Queen Mary was the first to transport war brides.  The ship would have arrived on February 10,1946.  (passengers stayed overnight on the ship)  Cunard arranged for passengers to be met and assisted on their onward journey.  Sadly I read in other stories that some 'brides' were never met at the dock and were required to return to England.  Transportation was supplied by Cunard.

Joan departed NYC on February 11, 1946 for Rochester, NY where about 30 members of her new extended family awaited her arrival.    How strange it must have been to arrive in a 'foreign' country and begin a new life.   Even the language was different although still a version of English.

Even at the late arrival time in Rochester, Joan and Carl drove the 90 minutes to Penn Yan to see the new farm that would be their new home.    From city/village life in Halesworth to farming.   Another challenge for Joan.   H. T. tells me that "as a child Joan was afraid of everything:  trains, cars, strangers.  So for her to marry an American and leave home was really so out of character for her."
Now she was living on a farm," learning to tend berries, grapes, cows, chickens and grains."

I am trying to recall what I have read about rural life in the USA during the 40's.   The family farm was a way of life and livelihood outside the cities.


Joan did not know how to cook when she arrived to start her new life!    So the pie story that H. T. shared with me is poignant.   On the farm, she was cooking  for my father, and many times my grandfather
and uncle who owned the adjoining farm. My father was a tease,  One time she baked a pie and he (Dad) complained the crust was "too flaky" which sent her off to the bedroom in tears.  This story was often repeated through the years, my mother use to laugh at how innocent and naive she really was in the early days in this country"

Another story is about Aunt Norma::


.I would also like to mention my dad's sister, my Aunt Norma.  The whole family did welcome my mother into the family (not all war brides were so lucky)  but Aunt Norma took a special interest and really looked out for my mother. 


Mom was soon pregnant with me after she arrived here and very sick,  Aunt Norma would take her to the doctor, whose office was up a flight of stairs.  One visit, at the sight of a blood pressure cuff coming her way, mom passed out.  Doctor says to Aunt Norma "Well, as long as she is going to be like that, I might as well do everything I have to do while she is out." 


"Going back down the stairs to street, Aunt Norma asks mom if she is all right, the reply was yes, but 

out she went again at the bottom of the stairs.  Despite the constant morning sickness  and problems keeping 
food down, I was born a happy,healthy baby, pink and rosy at birth."  


When farming no longer prosperous, Joan worked in a factory for 10 years,   She learned to drive.  She ran and completely manged a summer restaurant, Terry's Drive In, on Keuka Lake for 17 years!

In August 1952 and again in the summer of 1962.   Joan and H.T. traveled again on the Queen Mary for a return visit to Joan's family.  The 1952 sailing was only one way.  Joan went back to work at the Halesworth post office to earn the fare home, dad sent money too.  

"Mom (Joan) was feted and made a big fuss of by her friends and was really given the royal treatment, so much so, that she told her family she would stay in England.    Nana said 'absolutly not'.  Mom was told by her mother that if she stayed, she would soon be one of the group again and the special treatment would go away, but more importantly:  HT was an American and deserved to be brought up in the Sates"



On their 50th anniversary.............and it all started at a GI canteen


"So we returned (to the USA).  Dad had a Christmas tree and gifts when we arrived back in February"  "My mom became a naturalized citizen in 1953."

"Although my mother's English accent faded thru the years, a stranger would always notice it and ask where she was from.   However, on the telephone, the accent came back in full force- in  a very formal, brisk,  proper ton.e.  That phone accent always took me by surprise."   

All the photos of war brides were taken from the exhibit on QM II
and are the property of Cunard


Just as the ship I was on arrived in NYC harbor, in 1946 a newspaper article in the Times Union Albany NY announced "Queen Mary brings war brides into New York Harbor" with 1,719 war brides and 615 children on board.   click here for article





There are web sites, membership groups for wives and dependents as well as a number of books describing the voyages and the hardships many of the wives faced arriving in a new country, meeting a family she did not know and not having the means to return to her own family for a visit.











According to Lynda Bradford, a participant in the Cunard Forum dated August 15, 2014 there is a WWII War Brides Association.  "This group estimate that as many as 1 million women from 50 countries married Americans between 1942 and 1952.

"Transportation of the may war brides was not the only war service the Cunard ships participated in.
On the web site for World War II Troop Ships, details the first time the Queen Mary transported 8,398  American troops from Boston to Sydney, Australia.  On May 5-11, 1043 Winston Churchill traveled to NYC to meet with President Roosevelt.  Also aboard were 5,00 German prisoners of war.

Between February 3 and May 19, 1946 12,886 European brides and children were transported in six voyages.  May 23 to Sept 18, 1946 another seven voyages brought brides and children to Canada, along with 10 stowaways."





Monday, June 29, 2015

Munster the bike capital has a special addition

Münster, Germany
A bike capital where bikes may outnumber residents!

Martje Salje, also known as the tower keeper in Munster, click the link to learn about that story, was given a special bike this year from her mother.
    

This bike was designed by local Munster artist Stephan Quitmann, who according to Martje  is famous for his unique, fantastic bicycles.

"Each and every one of them is specially designed for their buyer/owner. You can choose every little detail yourself (e.g. the color - I like turquoise/cyan best!) and Stephan lets you sit on a machine that measures your body, like length of the legs and angles of the arms and upper body and so on." 

"The handlebars have leather and the ends and the lights are like parking lights that won’t go out when you’re like waiting at the red light in the darkness."

With this great endorsement, I decided to do a quick search for Mr. Quitmann.   Had I know about him while I was in Münster I would surely have dropped in to take a look at his shop.   His web site confirms he is a 'artist' with metal, leather and most important a fit for the rider of each individual bike.  


Martje goes a step further:

She decided to ask people she meets to sign her bike and give it a one of a kind feature. 

"It was the idea of Stephan Quitmann to let famous and special people sign their name on my bike, so it really is a project work-in-progress." 

But why me?
"I was so impressed that you came all the way to Münster to visit my beautiful city and write about it and even took the time to climb 300 steps with me, so your signature is something that reminds me of an amiable, wonderful and interesting person :-)"




"Then there are some fantastic highly remarkable musicians whom i asked to please sign on my project-bike and I told them how I loved and admired their music. 
One of them is Daniel Masuch, a Jazz pianist and composer, his works are on the Internet, e.g. on spotify as well."



While I was in Münster I learned a lot about bikes:   
  • there are more bikes than residents in Münster
  • there is a free air 'station' in the middle of town if you need to inflate a tire
  • there is a massive bike garage on the way to the train station, offering storage, rentals, washes and repairs
  • there are bike RULE, right of ways, penalties for riding in violation of the rules, no drinking and biking
  • Münster is the 'bike capital' of Germany....
  • Bikes are also called 'Leeze"
  • Münster has been awarded the Most bicycle friendly city in Germany, several times
I need to get back on a bike!










And here is my signature on this amazing bike, may it travel far and wide.

This reminds me of the mid 1950's practice of having an autograph book and having friends sign your book.    I suppose we lost the art of poems, drawings or sentiments when the year book replaced autograph books and then videos, FB and Twitter replaced all writing.  .    
At the same time did we also lose our imaginations?  Can you ask someone to put a twitter comment in a 'book'?  Would we receive a response?

Be sure to read more about Marje



Friday, June 26, 2015

Woman In the Tower, Münster, Germany: not Rapunzel


Münster, Germany continues the tradition of the Tower Keeper


The Keeper in the tower, is now a WOMAN 




This is not the story of Rapunzel from the Brothers Grimm, this is a tradition over the centuries that is still revered and practiced.   I had the opportunity to meet the only woman tower keeper (employed by the City).   

During my press trip with Munster Marketing, I was given the opportunity to meet The Tower Keeper Martje Salje.   

Spending six nights a week 'watching over the city of Münster'
from the tower of St Lamberti's church struck me as a very unique job, so I was very anxious to meet her.



These are the famous 3 cages, but ONLY 1/2 way to the tower top!
Look for the small, very small walk way above this area.


The solid wood door to the tower steps.


"Tower keepers in Munster: since 1383.  That’s the only right date - it’s written on an old document mentioning two men in the tower of St. Lambert's in association with a  fire in the inner city, only one year after another big catastrophe (pestilence)."   according to the current Tower Keeper  


Arriving via bike Martje meets us at the wooden door she has a key to open.   I didn't expect such a lovely, vibrant woman to meet us.    Martje was more Rapunzel and nothing like Quasimodo.



At twilight the tower is stunning.  I should have started a 1/2 hour earlier to capture all the great  views.


When I first heard I would be meeting the Tower Keepers and climbing the tower to view what a Tower Keeper does each evening, I started training for this event.   I calculated with 30 steps in my home that I often climbed several times a day, I would be in 'shape' for this event..............................



To try to give some perspective of the SIZE of this church and tower, we climbed above the clock!



With constant inquiries 'are you OK" from my companions, we climbed all 300 stairs.  When we arrived at the level with the 'cages' I was informed we were NOT at the top, but only 1/2 way!





Determined NOT to be the ONLY invited guest to abort this killer climb, we continued.   The stairs are very narrow and as you circle round and round the small stairway, it is easy to become dizzy and disoriented.   However Martje ascended the stairs like a 'gazelle'. And she does this 24 times a week!  



The tower keepers room is larger than I expected.   On the desk is the brass horn that has announce "all is well' over hundreds of years, next to a telephone that is used to call the fire department when the Tower Keeper arrives each night.   Such an anachronism, I had to smile.   There are also several clocks to remind the Keeper each 30 minutes during the 4 hour shift, when the horn must be blown.




I visited in early April and Northern Germany was just approaching spring so the nights can be cold.
The Tower Keeper has a warm cape with a hood to protect her during the winter and bad weather.

Starting at 8:30 pm The keeper reports to the fire station  that she has arrived safely and every half hour until midnight, the keeper sounds the all is well 'toot', no fires spotted, no invading army approaching.    At 12:30 am she will call the fire station to let them know she has made it back to firm land safely.  

Martje, is a part of many decades of history..


But what does the Keeper do when she is NOT watching for enemies or fire?    Martje, is an accomplished musician, writer and I would add 'historian'.     Drinking hot tea she brought with her (no Starbucks breaks when there are 600 steps to transverse in less than 25 minutes) she shows me her art work, some of the many books she reads and even gives me a sample of her musical work:




At the end of this post you can enjoy the translation to of a lovely song.


MARTJE shared a story with me that may be a legend or may  be true......

The Münster Tower Keeper sent me her understanding on the source of the horn blowing in the tower of St. lamberths;
The following story explains why the signal of the tower keeper rings out every half hour though it used to be heard every hour in former times. 
Attention! It might not be suitable for children ;-)
“Once upon a time a newlywed couple, young but poor, went on their honeymoon. They stayed at a rustic Westphalian farm just at the borders of the city of Münster.
The young woman asked at dinner: What are these sounds coming from the city every hour? What do they mean?
And the landlord told her it was the tower keeper of St. Lambert's, tooting his horn to remind the couples who were just married of their conjugal duties. And with these words he gave the young husband a wink.”
“The couple went off to bed early this night.
And the next morning, the husband wanted to know where to find this tower keeper and was sent to Stuhlmacher's (a traditional inn near St. Lambert's church). 
There he beseeched the tower keeper to please blow his horn every three or four hours only and promised him 20 thalers.  The tower keeper shook his head and said: Well, a young damsel already gave me 40 thalers and wanted me to toot every half hour, I'm sorry mate!”
The rest is up to you and your fantasy imagination!
But these facts are for real: The signal means 
a) the tower keeper is really up there in the tower and awake;
b) that there are nor fires, no foes;
c) or if there were: ALARM! (very rapid tooting sounds);
d) it tells the time (e.g. 3x3 at 9 p.m.)...



Q&A  An Interview with the Tower Keeper

I was very curious about how does one apply for or interview for such an unusual position and asked the following questions

1..  How did you hear about the Tower Keeper position?
Martje:  I read about the job offer online, as they were looking throughout Germany for a new tower keeper (for Munster)

2.  Why did you consider applying for this job?
Martje:   I had finished my studies (history and musicology) and wanted to work in a town like Munster, Westphalia,  (a town) steeped in history.

3.  What questions did the application ask?  Did the application ask if you were male or female?
Martje:  the most important question was whether I like being alone a few hours every evening and wouldn't mind climbing up the 300 steps even on weekends and official holiday(s).  And the new tower keeper would have to know all about the vivid ancient and recent time of the city.

4.  What was the interview like?
Martje:  There were two interviews, the people of Munster Marketing and the municipal leaders wanted to make sure the new tower keeper really was a trust-worthy individual and would stay for more than a few months.  I want to be tower keeper the next hundred years or so, and I really love this city.

5.    Was there a test to see if you could climb 300 steps and blow the horn?
Martje:  Climbing test- yes indeed!  But the horn is only to be played by the tower keeper on duty....



On September 13th, 2015 the Tower Keeper will be called  to ring the church bell :"Rats- und Brandglocke“ (Rat = municipal affairs, Brand = fire and emergency - in medieval times, Glocke = bell).in the tower when the major of Munster is elected.

The contract for the tower keeper is for life or until the keeper can no longer climb the tower.  Martje jogs every morning and works to stay healthy,   She tells me she plans to be the keeper until she is '100' and it would not surprise me if she continues for many years.

Thank you to Munster Marketing and my patient host for showing me how wonderful secrets of  Munster.  My goal was to find solo friendly places to explore off the beaten path in Munster and I concluded this was a very solo friendly town that I plan to visit again.

And the 300 steps to the the Keeper's room was NOT the top:   you still had a staircase and a pull down ladder!  Of course I took the challenge,  Did I mention I don't like heights?


You can read The Tower Keepers blog and visit her website:

The tower is not open for tours.  Journalists, photographers and guests of the Mayor may apply for permission to visit with the Münster Marketing

The city offers tours with city guides K3, StattReisen or StadtLupe, to learn about the city and hear the Tower Keeper blowing her horn.   Looking up they will see the Keeper waving!

© lee laurino


Münster Marketing 

"Here are the lyrics to that song I sing every evening up here"...

Greetings from the Tower of St. Lambert’s! Martje

Tower keeper’s Evensong (or religious lullaby)
I departed the world        
 and am standing on the tower,
 I can reach the stars
 and talk to the storm.
 I ban all ghosts
 and live far from derision,
 the wind knocks on my window
and speaks of God the righteous.
 I see dusk is falling,
 the earth exhales,
the city drapes itself in silence,
 all people are going home.
 I hear silent lamentations
 down by the houses,
 prayers and curses
 from a dark mouth.


I was the guest of  Münster Marketing for my visit to the Tower.   I thank them for the opportunity to meet the Tower Keeper.  All my personal opinions and photos above are my own.  © lee laurino




Additional information from the Tower Keeper:



All the other tower keepers, whether they are female or male, are in another kind of employment.
Blanca Knodel (that’s my colleague in Bad Wimpfen, Baden-Wuerttemberg) lives on the tower and raised her children there.
She tells tourists all about the „blue tower“ and gets a percentage of the door money. She also owns some flats which she rents out.

I am the only female tower keeper in Europe that is working for the CITY - public/civil service and lives on the city government’s salary! The only others working for the city government too are 5 men in Bavaria (in a little town called Noerdlingen). But they have tourists on the tower, too, and they sell postcards and stuff, and the don’t blow a horn but they call „So, G’sell, so“ which has a long long long history and tradition of its own.

My blowing the horn (the art of tooting) is something special and only heard and seen in Muenster, Westphalia 


Different towers, different customs…
The tower keeper in Hamburg (northern Germany) is a Catholic, working for the Protestant church (St. Michaelis), he plays the trumpet (chorale/hymns),

And the tower keeper of Luebben (Lübben, Brandenburg, southern Germany) is female, too, but she’s actually a tourist guide showing her city to travelers and even taking them up a (or some?) tower(s?). 


The tower keeper of Krakau (Cracow, Poland) is a firefighter (!), also playing the trumpet.