- Contributed by听
- epsomandewelllhc
- People in story:听
- Herta
- Location of story:听
- Kindertransport
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A4539297
- Contributed on:听
- 25 July 2005
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I came to England from Vienna on the 鈥淜inderTransport just after my ninth birthday. Being an only child, I had heard much adult conversation and was well aware that there were many problems and that it was necessary for me to go. I had learnt English for some years and my parents had done their best to make the journey into a 鈥渂ig adventure.鈥
We left Vienna numbered and labelled and travelled by train to the Hook of Holland and then by boat to Harwich. My memory of the train journey is hazy but on the boat I was allocated a cabin with another little girl and we were given chamber pots to use! Since nothing would induce me to use one with a strange child in the room, I wandered off to look for a loo, quite forgetting to note my cabin number. The powers that be finally returned me to my proper slot and we landed at Harwich in the morning.
During that day we were fed and I learnt to sing 鈥淒aisy, Daisy鈥 give me your answer do鈥 and discovered that when spoken to slowly, I could understand English. The next morning, I wandered around for some time with my brush and comb looking for someone to do my hair 鈥 with long plaits 鈥 I鈥檇 never done it myself 鈥 and found someone who kindly did it. I also decided to give myself a wash, the first since leaving home.
Later, I was called to meet a man and woman and told that I was going to stay with them. We travelled by train to London and taxi across London 鈥 I was surprised to see large red brick buildings, I had only ever seen grey or painted ones 鈥 then on by train to Somerset. The man, woman and their children became my family and still are and eventually I was legally adopted.
My parents did not survive the war, my father died in Vienna in 1940, mother at Dachau. Of my extended family, only those who managed to get abroad, survived.
I realise that my short stay in the camp at Harwich was quite untypical. Many children were there or at other centres for weeks or months.
I was one of the lucky ones.
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