It’s bluebell time again. I have measured out my life not through coffee spoons like J Alfred Prufrock but through bluebells. These are taken at Duncliffe wood in Dorset at dusk. The scent of the flowers is always strongest then. It’s hard to concentrate on writing when I know that just a few miles away the bluebells are waiting for me…
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February 20th, 2011
“You must know Rosenblum”
One of the gentleman, Peter, from Tuesday’s meeting told me the most charming story about Mr Rosenblum, and I’d like to think it is about Jack.
Peter was in Israel in the early 1950s. He was waiting at the airport to pick up some friends when an Israeli chap bounced up to him saying, ‘You must be English.’
Peter nodded and answered that, yes, he was indeed English.
The Israeli paused for a second before asking, ‘where do you live?’
‘London,’ said Peter.
‘Ah,’ the Israeli beamed, ‘Then you must know my friend Rosenblum.’
Peter sighed, ‘I’m afraid that London is a city of six million people. The chances of my knowing your friend are very small.’
The Israeli smiled, brooking no denial. ‘You must know Rosenblum. He makes shoulder pads.’
February 13th, 2011
Guest post by Giles Milton
Today’s post is by fellow sceptre author Giles Milton. In his new book he also writes about his father-in-law, Wolfram, who lived in Germany during the Third Reich. Both of our new books explore Austria and Germany during the 1930s, but while I write about the experiences of a bourgeois Jewish family, he describes life under Hitler for non-Jewish citizens.
The following post describes a sinister aspect of Nazi policy, and the mentality of the women who willingly (and eagerly) submitted to it:
“The Woman Who Gave Birth for Hitler” – Giles Milton
One of the more disturbing elements of social policy in Nazi Germany was lebensborn – an attempt to breed racially pure Aryan children.
The aim was to encourage Aryan girls from good families to breed with specially selected members of the SS. It was hoped that the resultant children would be – in the words of one lebensborn volunteer – ‘to lay the foundation of a pure racial breed.’
The name of this particular volunteer was Hildegard Trutz and I uncovered her story while researching my book Wolfram: The Boy Who Went to War.
Hildegard was approached by a loyal Nazi leader in the autumn of 1936, when she was just 18 years old.
‘If you don’t know what to do,’ said this leader, ‘then why not give the Fuhrer a child? What Germany needs more than anything is racially valuable stock.’
The impressionable young Hildegard – already an enthusiastic Nazi – immediately knew that this was her calling in life. After giving proof that she had at least three generations of Aryan ancestors, she was sent to an old castle in Bavaria.
‘The whole place was in the charge of a professor,’ she said. ‘A high up SS doctor who examined each of us very thoroughly.’ He wanted to ensure that there had never been any cases of hereditary diseases in the family.
‘We had to sign an undertaking renouncing all claims to the children we would have there, as they would be needed by the state and would be taken to special houses and settlements for intermarriage.’
Over the next few days, Hildegard was introduced to the SS men who had been selected to impregnate the women. They were all tall and strong with blond hair and blue eyes. The girls had a week to choose the one they liked, but were never told their names.
‘When we had made our choice, we had to wait until the tenth day after the beginning of our last period, when we were again medically examined.’
They were then ordered to receive the men into their rooms at night.
Hildegard felt no shame or inhibitions about what she was doing. Nor did her chosen partner. ‘He was a sweet boy, although he hurt me a little, and I think he was actually a little stupid, but he had smashing looks.
‘He slept with me for three evenings in one week. The other nights he had to do his duty with another girl.’
Hildegard quickly fell pregnant and eventually gave birth to a healthy baby boy. ‘I suckled him for the first fortnight, and then he was removed.’ That was the last she ever saw of him.
The chief surgeon thanked her and told her to come back in the following year. Hildegard was tempted, but in the intervening time she got a job working within the Nazi party and was no longer available.
She eventually got married and told her husband about her lebensborn child. ‘I was rather surprised to find that he was not as pleased about it as he might have been. Of course, he couldn’t very well say anything against it, seeing that I had been doing my duty to the Fuhrer.’
She would eventually have a further three children: it’s not known whether she ever told them about their half-brother, born in that SS-run castle in Bavaria
The child that Hildegard gave birth to was one of some 8,000 lebensborn children born in Nazi Germany. Many of them are still alive today.
For more information, visit Giles’s website: www.gilesmilton.com
You can buy his new book Wolfram: The Boy Who Went to War, at Waterstones.
If you have any questions, post them in the comments, and I’ll ask Giles to pop by and answer them.





