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The power of a mother's loveThis modern day McCook citizen was brought to the United States by her new husband Walter Bell (son of Violet Miller)!
Walt Sehnert
Monday, November 6, 2006
In this column we frequently refer to the courage of the early pioneers to this region -- of the sacrifices they endured to carve out a living on the prairie. These were equal opportunity hardships that spared none, but we can imagine that the women went through particularly difficult times in their attempts to keep their families safe and together under those adverse conditions.
Today we take a look at the wartime experiences of another family, that of a modern day McCook citizen, Siegrid (Siggy) Wilmot (Mrs. Duane). Siggy was born at the time Hitler's German Army invaded Poland (1938) in a suburb of Breslau, Germany (roughly the size of Omaha and the principal city of the Silesia region of Eastern Germany).
Siggy's father, Reinhard Ringel worked in various phases of the building industry to support his wife, Erna, and two children, Siegrid, and her brother, Arnfried, who was four years her senior. By the time Siggy celebrated her third birthday her father had been drafted into the German Army, and had been captured by the French.
Erna and her two children had lost touch with him and could only hope that he was still alive. For the next seven years, until 1948, Erna, against long odds, kept Siggy and her brother, Arnfried, together, safe and nourished, through the Hitler regime, through the Russian occupation of her home region, until the family was at last united in West Germany.
As the war progressed, Breslau became the target for mass bombings. Mrs. Ringel and her two children, along with a sister-in-law and her daughter, fled to stay with relatives in Czechoslovakia. Here they were taken in by a relative who was the proprietor of a rather large "Bed and Breakfast" operation.
This proved to be a very poor place to be. The refugees had not been there very long when Ziggy's cousin, a girl of perhaps 10 years was kidnapped by one of the Russian soldiers who controlled the village.
The girl's mother was beside herself with fright and pleaded at length with the soldier to release her daughter, to no avail. It was then that the relative, who managed the Bed and Breakfast, invited the soldiers into his establishment and plied them with beer and wine. It was only when the soldiers were inattentive from too much liquor that the mothers got the little girl away from the men.
For some months the two women and their children took refuge in the Bed and Breakfast, in a small room hidden from view by a large display case. Here their relative brought them food. Only at night were they allowed freedom from their dingy quarters, and then for only short periods of time. Days and nights were long. The children were forced to remain quiet, for fear of being discovered. There were no books. There were no toys for the children's play.
In spite of these hardships, Erna was invariably upbeat and optimistic with her children, making them feel that they were participating in a great game. (This is a trait, which Siggy inherited and exhibits to this day.) Erna had long hair, which she combed at night.
To provide diversion for the children she broke her comb in half, giving one half to each child, and allowed each child to comb her hair, and then braid it endlessly. As children are want to do, they quarreled, each thinking that the other was taking more than his half of the mother's hair to comb.
Toward the end of the war orders came for the German children to be sent to either Sweden or Switzerland. Erna would not hear of it. She felt that if they were separated there would be no chance to ever be reunited. Instead, Erna decided to return with her children to their home in Breslau -- the place where their father would surely come to look for them.
With no transportation, they had to walk, with the many thousands of other displaced persons. The journey back took more than two weeks. What they found there was a very different place from the one from which they had left.
Breslau was no longer in Germany. The Allies, in their wisdom, had taken a narrow strip of Silesia, Germany including the city of Breslau, and made it part of Poland. Breslau was renamed, Wroclaw, Poland. Germans were no longer welcome in the city, and had left Breslau in droves, to be replaced by incoming Poles.
Miraculously, the Ringel home, in a large apartment complex was still there, the only building in the area still standing. What is more, the Ringel apartment in the building was unoccupied, though it had been stripped of furniture and furnishings. The reason it was unoccupied, they soon saw, was that there was a large bomb in their living room. The bomb had penetrated through two brick walls, but somehow had not exploded. The occupants of the complex were civilians and no one knew how to defuse the bomb. Erna and the children lived in the flat -- with the bomb! -- for sometime before soldier technicians came to the apartment, defused the bomb and took it away.
The Ringels set up their home in their old apartment, but life was not good. Erna tried to resume her work as a milliner, but there was little work for her. The Germans were still considered the enemy by the Poles -- though it was through the kindness of a Polish woman in their building, who left food outside their door almost every day, that they were able to live.
To Siggy and her brother, soldiers were soldiers. They did not distinguish between the German soldiers, whom they had been accustomed to seeing, and the new Russian soldiers, who had replaced them. One day, when their mother was gone, they went to the street to watch soldiers parade past. As they had seen others do before, they gave the soldiers their best German salute and shouted Heil Hitler. Just then Erna came home and led them away -- "What are you doing? Do you want to have us shot?"
Erna felt that their days in Breslau (Wroclaw) were numbered and each night instructed the children to be prepared to leave on a moment's notice -- to put on all the clothing that they could possibly wear, and pick up the family's few treasures. The fateful day arrived. Soldiers went through the building, commanding all the Germans to leave immediately. They were going to seal the apartment. No one could go back in.
When Erna returned the children were standing on the sidewalk, shivering in the cold. Arnfried was enough older that he had understood the reason for the instructions. Siggy did not. He was dressed as his mother had instructed, but had been unable to compel Siggy to do the same. She had not brought a coat, nor shoes -- she was only concerned with saving her Teddy Bear.
Mrs. Ringel was appalled. She started into the building for warm clothes and shoes for Siggy, but was blocked by a guard with a rifle. Pleading with the guard did no good.
Finally, she brushed past him, saying, "I will not leave here without shoes for my child. Shoot me in you must, but then, you take care of my children!" The guard let her pass.
The Ringels were herded into freight cars and transported to northern Germany, into the zone controlled by the English. The journey was hard. A child, whom they did not know, died of the cold clutched in her mother's arms, but Erna, with constant encouragement and hugs, was able to keep her children, Siggy and Arnfried, alive.
In the English Zone, Erna was able to work, making hats. The children resumed their schooling and the family fared reasonably well for the next three years. In 1948, Reinhard, through the efforts of the Red Cross, was able to reunite his family in Frankfurt, where Siggy remained until she immigrated to America.