In this home stretch of the family history writing challenge, I've been thinking about a time when I dipped my toes into the dark sea of my parents' past--and then retreated. The Second Generation Revelation It was the late 1970s. I was working on a doctorate at NYU and seeing a therapist, Mildred,* for anxiety and mild depression. I didn't feel like I was getting a lot out
My Father’s Story: Remembering Paul Jarolim
It's the 23rd day of the Family History Writing Challenge and I see no reason to leave my father out; after all, he's 50% responsible for my genes and 100% responsible for my name. His sister, my aunt Edith Jarolim, was my namesake. More relevant to this challenge: He had almost literally the same history as my mother did in Vienna and New York--down to the closed bank accounts
Commemorating Rita Rosenbaum
George Washington would have been 286 years old today. My mother would have been 105. The robbing of George (and, to be fair, Abe) of his own holiday in the face of the national commerce fest called President's Day happened in 1971 but for the rest of her life, my mother was annoyed that her birthday was no longer a cause for national celebration. So I offer her today
The Sweet in the Bittersweet Schmerling Story
This is Day 20 of the Family History Writing Challenge, wherein I continue the story of the Schmerlings, who returned to Vienna after the war. I realize I've spent more time with other members of my mother's family than I've spent with Adolf and Bertha Schweizer, the ostensible subjects of this challenge, but a bigger picture is beginning to come into focus. I also
From Vienna to Tel Aviv and Back: Reparations Gone Awry
This is Day 19 of The Family History Writing Challenge. I'll pick up where Day 18 left off, with Helene and Siegmund Kornmehl fleeing Vienna to Palestine. The context: I was describing the mystery of the late-life adoption of Erika by the subject of this challenge, Adolf and Bertha Schweizer, and went off on the tangent of the Kornmehl family's other late-life adoption, that
Adoption Musings, Part 2: What Happened to Helene Kornmehl?
On Days 18 of the Family History Writing Challenge, I turn again to a topic that I've touched on before: Nazi record keeping. In "Emigration Questionnaire Raises More Questions," I discussed the agency created to “accelerate the forced emigration of the Austrian Jews and (starting in October 1939) to organize and carry out their deportation." But it wasn't all
Late Life Adoptions, Part 1
This is Day 17 of the Family History Writing Challenge, the first of two about family adoptions. The second story is odd on the surface -- two adults adopting another adult who already has living parents --but I have a great deal of detail about it; that's for tomorrow. This first is more traditional, but may be even sadder. I don't know. More Analysis from the
A Meaty Heritage
It's day 16 of the Family History Writing Challenge and I'm feeling grateful that I'm not a vegetarian. It's bad enough to have to face the dire fates of various family members while exploring the past; I'm not sure I could cope with feeling guilty about the fact that they were butchers. My ambivalence --nay, blatant hypocrisy -- when it comes to meat eating is a topic for
The Gift of Gab
This is day 15 of the Family History Writing Challenge -- the one where I do a little backtracking, a lot of mea culping, and some not-so-gentle admonishing. The Family Picture Once upon a time, a mysterious picture hung in my mother's apartment in Atlanta. The people pictured in it, those featured at the top of my blog, were identified by my mother on a piece of
Family History Writing Challenge: Ponderings at the Halfway Mark
Today is Day 14 of the Family History Writing Challenge, 2018 -- which means tomorrow I'll be in the home stretch. Yesterday I hit a brick wall in my research, so today I thought I'd take a breather and consider the process. As I said at the start, I took the challenge because I need deadlines and structure to motivate me to write and because I'm stubborn and
Struggling with Sponsorship: Who’s That Nephew?
This is day 13 of the Family History Writing Challenge and I've hit a brick wall -- to use a common genealogical term for encountering seemingly insurmountable problems that make you want to bang your head against one (this last is just my interpretation). I'm still poring over the emigration questionnaire of Adolf Schweizer: Emigration document Adolf Schweizer In
Adolf or Adolph, Schweizer or Schweitzer: Entering Spelling Hell
This is day 12 or the Family History Writing Challenge, 2018 -- and I'm getting a little slap happy. Let's discuss spelling. When I read over what I posted yesterday about the various butcher shops in the Kornmehl family, I noticed something that annoyed me: I had misspelled my great uncle Rudolph Kornmehl's first name. That is, I used the "ph" spelling at the end of
A Fowl Business: Another Kornmehl Family Butcher Shop (& Freud’s Likely Aversion to It)
This is Day 11 of the Family History Writing Challenge, 2018 In my last post, I outlined several questions arising from Adolf Schweizer's emigration form that I was hoping to tackle. The first one related to the nature of the butcher shop that Adolf owned--or worked in. It was very easily answered. In the section of the document that asks the person wishing to emigrate
Emigration Questionnaire Raises More Questions
This is Day 10 of the Family History Writing Challenge, 2018. The search for Adolph and Bertha Schweitzer continues with the introduction of a document that raises more questions than it answers. One thing you've got to say for the Nazis. They kept good records. In August 1938, the Central Agency for Jewish Emigration in Vienna (Zentralstelle für jüdische
Jewish Immigration, Part 2: Sponsorship & Family Rifts
This is Day 9 of the Family History Writing Challenge, 2018. In yesterday's post, I described the restrictions against immigrants, especially Jews, coming to the U.S. from Nazi Austria (an accurate term, I decided, for a country that welcomed Hitler and that was instrumental to putting his Final Solution into place--claims of being occupied notwithstanding). Adolph