Hermine & Naftali, Paris 1939
I’ve written about a family trip we made years ago tracing my roots to Charleston, South Carolina where my father was stationed during the war and where I was born. (See Parkchester, Celebrate Me Home)
More recently we traced my husband’s roots to the German city of Stuttgart where his father Naftali was raised. Like many European Jews of the time, Naftali left his homeland in the 1930s. He went first to Paris where he met his future wife Hermine who’d come to France from Hungary. (See Hermine’s Morning Joe)
But after two years together in Paris, they saw Hitler’s handwriting on the wall, and Hermine and Naftali sailed for Bolivia where my husband Danny was born. Then after the war they were able to come to the States and make a new home in New York.
Although three of Naftali’s eight siblings also came to the States, others went to what was then Palestine, one brother settled in Luxembourg, and two cousins eventually in France. And so several years ago, after planning with Danny’s Israeli and European cousins, we all met in Luxembourg. We hired a driver with a mini bus that held the 12 of us, and we traveled together around that small, charming country.
We then took a train to Stuttgart where we were met by an old family friend who had returned to Germany after the war. He had offered to serve as our guide, took us to the house where Danny’s father’s family had lived, and described what life had been like at that time for German Jews. Two cousins of Danny’s were also then living in Stuttgart, and of course we visited with them.
We had mixed emotions as we neared the end of our trip – seeing Danny’s father’s house and remembering those in the family who had remained in Germany and perished was of course devastating, but connecting with our far-flung family was a joy. And we did leave with a funny memory – although it wasn’t funny at the time.
On our last night we ate together in our Stuttgart hotel and lingered over dinner, knowing we’d soon be parting. Our son Noah was tired and excused himself to go up to bed.
A half hour or so later, Danny and I rode up in the elevator, and getting off at our floor found a commotion in the hall. Hotel staffers were scurrying back and forth, and a large, noisy machine was being pushed along the hallway extracting water from the wet carpet that squished under our feet. Someone’s bathtub had overflowed, water had flooded the room, and had poured out under the door into the hall.
Then we realized the flooded guest room was Noah’s. He had turned on the taps to draw a bath, lay down on the bed waiting for the tub to fill, and had fallen asleep.
We put in a call to New York and spoke to our insurance agent, and although we had some coverage, there was still a hefty charge for damages on our hotel bill.
But we’d just had an unforgettable family trip, and so we didn’t let a small flood dampen our spirits.
– Dana Susan Lehrman
Dana Susan LehrmanThis retired librarian loves big city bustle and cozy country weekends, friends and family, good books and theatre, movies and jazz, travel, tennis, Yankee baseball, and writing about life as she sees it on her blog World Thru Brown Eyes!
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What a great idea for a trip, Dana, and it sounds like it truly was memorable. I can only imagine what this was like “returning” to Germany and all that that invokes.
And I assume that you laugh about the flooded bathtub now. I also assume I’m not the only one to catch the great irony of “Noah and the flood.”
Yes, there were somber moments on that trip, I guess the comic relief at the end was welcomed!
And believe it or not I didn’t think of “Noah and the flood”, touche John!
What a treat to be able to connect with such rich family history, tragedy and all. There is something special indeed in getting to the physical places where ancestors lived, and meeting distant relatives, that makes the connection more palpable. It provides insight into how you became who you are. History lives through us all, whether we are conscious of it or not. Thanks for the story.
Thanx Khati, it was a wonderful trip, and altho we knew much of the family history, being there literally brought it home to us.
I love the knowledge and closure the trip brought to you, Dana, and it must have been gratifying that so many of your husband’s relatives survived. And, at least you can smile about the bathtub incident because of your sleepy son.
Yes Marian, closure is a good word, seeing Stuttgart was very important to my husband, and being with our cousins was wonderful.
Sounds like a wonderful family trip, Dana. How great that you were able to connect with all those relatives. And, as John said, how funny to end the trip with Noah and the great flood!
Yes Suzy, it was a wonderful trip and especially important for my husband to see his father’s homeland with all it’s tragic history.
What an interesting trip, Dana, despite the water damage (LOL). I have often thought about how interesting it would be to visit the cities our ancestors came from, but I fear Covid and age may make that impossible.
Yes Laurie it was interesting but especially very important for my husband to be there.
How moving it must have been to all be together as Danny and his family retraced their ancestral steps and their roots. So wonderful that so many of them survived and could gather to do this sacred task together.
I’m sure the flood was not amusing at the time (though poor, sleepy Noah couldn’t be blamed). Glad it feels light-hearted now and good one, John for making that Biblical connection!
This was an important family vacation. Thank you for sharing it with us.
Thanx Betsy, it was important for Danny to visit his father’s homeland.
We’re both from relatively small families, in fact we have more family in Israel than we do here and when we visit they fight over who’ll pick us up at the airport!
So that European family trip was the largest we’ve ever been on.