I've been tracing the family of the third of the Kornmehl butcher brothers, Martin, a journey that starts in Vienna (see The Return of Martin Kornmehl) and takes us to Melbourne (see Detention of Jews in World War II: Et Tu, Australia?). Today I finish the story of the newly found Australian branch of my mother's family -- at least for now; in genealogy, you never know -- with
Herbert Bratspies
Detention of Jews in World War II: Et Tu, Australia?
I ended my last post about Martin Kornmehl's family with the promise that the continuation of their story will be happier. I'm afraid that I can't entirely keep it. The narrative led me to a chapter in World War II history that surprised me -- and not in a good way. Come to think of it, how often do you hear people say, "The more I dug into the past, the more pleasantly