An Accidental Prussian: The Turbulent Past of a Prussian Descendant
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In a fascinating memoir inspired by a curiosity fueled by a personal tragedy, Gabriele relies on information gathered from her own research and letters exchanged between relatives to chronicle the story of her ancestors who lived in a country that no longer exists. After disclosing her paternal family origins as wars began and ended, Gabriele details the tumultuous maternal side of her family as her grandfather transformed into a leading Communist who participated in bloody uprisings in Germany. As she leads others into their experiences that eventually contain a return to happier times, Gabriele shines a light onto how the contributions, sacrifices, and values of her ancestors continue to live in the genes of their descendants.
An Accidental Prussian reveals the compelling family history of a German immigrant’s Prussian ancestors as they attempted to navigate through personal obstacles and global challenges.
Gabriele H. Miniter
Gabriele H. Miniter was born in Germany and educated in England and the United States. After spending sixteen years in France, she now makes her home with her husband, Sylvester, in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. An Accidental Prussian is her first book.
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An Accidental Prussian - Gabriele H. Miniter
Copyright © 2021 Gabriele H. Miniter.
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Cover Image credit: Gabriele H. Miniter
Photo taken in the Brekke Locks near Halden, Norway
ISBN: 978-1-9822-6902-9 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-9822-6901-2 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-9822-6900-5 (e)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2021910235
Balboa Press rev. date: 07/29/2021
Contents
Introduction: Where Was the Kingdom of Prussia?
Prologue: My Son Is Murdered
Part 1: Paternal Family Origins
Chapter 1 General Rudolf Schrader—With Whom the Search Began
Chapter 2 Jakob Heinrich von Wilm, Source of the Evidence
Chapter 3 Dr. Otto Schrader, Scholar and Nationalist
Chapter 4 Rudolf Schrader Rises in the German Army
Chapter 5 The Schrader Daughters
Chapter 6 Katharina Schrader
Chapter 7 Wilhelm David Walther Hesse
Chapter 8 Moritz Hesse Converts to Christianity
Chapter 9 Walther Hesse Marries Katharina Schrader
Chapter 10 Wolfgang Hesse, My Father
Chapter 11 The Hesse Family Leaves Gransee
Chapter 12 Life in Laasphe
Chapter 13 My Father in Search of a Life
Chapter 14 Wolfgang Meets Helga Scholze
Chapter 15 Wolfgang Goes to Norway
Chapter 16 Wolfgang Is Arrested
Part 2: The War Is Over
Chapter 17 My Father Finds Employment
Chapter 18 My Father’s Life in Berleburg
Chapter 19 Wolfgang Takes Control of His Life
Chapter 20 Gabriele, the Firstborn
Chapter 21 Helga Gives Me Away
Chapter 22 My Life with Foster Parents—and Beyond
Chapter 23 I Am Taken Away
Chapter 24 A New Home for Gabriele
Chapter 25 Who Will Be My New Mother?
Chapter 26 Waltraud, Mother Number Three
Chapter 27 My New Family
Chapter 28 We Move to England
Chapter 29 A Detour—In Search of My Real Mother
Chapter 30 Helga Scholze, My Real Mother
Chapter 31 Frank Scholze, Helga’s Brother
Part 3: The Tumultuous Maternal Side
Chapter 32 Paul Scholze, Political Activist
Chapter 33 Paul Scholze, Revolutionary
Chapter 34 Paul Scholze Becomes a Communist
Chapter 35 Martha Scholze
Chapter 36 Paul Scholze and the IAH
Chapter 37 The Russia Inspection
Chapter 38 Paul Scholze, Politician
Chapter 39 Paul Scholze Goes to Russia
Part 4: Returning to Happier Times
Chapter 40 More Memories of England
Chapter 41 We Move to America
Chapter 42 I Meet My Future Husband
Chapter 43 Seventeen Years Later
Chapter 44 Life in Vermont
Chapter 45 I Meet My Brother, Rolf
Chapter 46 Three Sisters Meet
Chapter 47 We Move to France
Chapter 48 Kiawah Island, South Carolina
Chapter 49 We Return to France
Part 5: Turning Back the Clock
Chapter 50 The Extended Family
Chapter 51 Werner Hegemann, City Planner
Chapter 52 Baron Guenther von Pechmann
Chapter 53 Baroness Alice von Pechmann, Great-Aunt
This book is dedicated to my husband, Sylvester, whose interest in my family history gave impetus to my writing, and to my daughter, Karen, who was always there when I needed her.
All are not taken! There are left behind
Living Beloveds, tender looks to bring
And make the daylight still a happy thing
And tender voices, to make soft the wind.
—Consolation,
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806–1861
Introduction
Where Was the Kingdom of Prussia?
Unlike most European countries, Prussia did not have thousands of years of history to look back upon. As a great power,
it existed for only about 170 years and was artificially
created over several centuries through the absorption and colonization of diverse smaller German and Slavic states that had been under German and Polish rule. One of these was called Prussia, a name that was then assumed for the entirety of the lands that were taken. Mostly this was done in a peaceful fashion without the imposition of or by an upper class. The integration of people occurred at all levels of society. The process brought with it not only the German language but also a more advanced civilization, as well as early Christianization. There was no basis of ethnicity or religion that originally tied them together. The country, which bordered the Baltic Sea, consisted of two colonized provinces, referred to as Eastern and Western Prussia, but over time extended to various other areas of Germany that were not geographically connected.
The capital of this new kingdom, which eventually had a king and later an emperor, was Koenigsberg, which had become a member of the Hanseatic League. Today it lies in Russia and is called Kaliningrad. To paraphrase the words of one of Germany’s well-known historians, Sebastian Haffner, Prussia fought its way to become one of the great powers of Europe in the eighteenth Century … only to find its way to a slow death. According to Haffner, it was its independent system of justice and cultural superiority, rather than its militarism which made it more dangerous to its neighboring countries. As the historian wrote in his book, Prussia without Legend, as a state it arrived late on the European scene, but it sank like a meteor.
The Prussian kingdom ended with the loss of World War I by Germany and the abdication of the Emperor Wilhelm II in 1918. But its final breath was not drawn until 1947 when both flight of the population and expulsion by the victors of the war brought about the dissolution of the Prussian state. No one mourned its loss as a country, yet for millions of people it was a tragedy. They lost not only their homes and possessions, but most of all, their families, and what was once a glorious past.
This book is the search for my ancestors in that abolished land. And if their genes define our personalities and our own lives, then I must also call myself a Prussian, albeit an accidental one.
Prologue
My Son Is Murdered
When the telephone rang at 8:30 a.m. on Saturday, April 18, 1992, in my home in Vermont, I could not know that this call would change my life forever. It was the Saturday before Easter. Detective A. of the West Palm Beach Police Department in Florida called to inform me that there had been an accident, and my son, Kevin, was dead. He had been murdered—shot in a senseless killing during the early hours of the morning while driving a car outside a nightclub. The car was not my son’s and had been lent by a friend. Apparently, someone wanted it, the means of payment being a single bullet fired from a ‘Saturday night special.’
I would like to be able to say that I do not remember much of what happened after that, but such is not the case. Memory has not eluded me here, for I very well recall pacing the length of our home back and forth for days in a state of disbelief, repeating and repeating, No, no, no, this is not true; this did not happen.
I was not riveted to the ground; instead, I was propelled into a frenzy of useless activity to do something, anything, that could change the reality of this news, to change what could not be changed.
My immediate instinct was to fly to Florida, to confront the bearer of this terrible news and the assassin. But I was persuaded that, because it was the Easter weekend, this would serve no purpose. Instead, Kevin’s father as well as other family members and friends needed to be notified, a funeral home chosen, and arrangements made. My husband did it all. He was the source of my survival. Through him, the words love and support achieved new meaning.
Kevin’s body had to be shipped back to Vermont, and the Monday following that horrific Easter he arrived at the Burlington Airport at 10:00 p.m. I still remember the terrible sense of urgency to be on time for the arrival of that flight—wishing to propel the car forward, afraid and yet needing to be there.
Kevin arrived in a box, long and slender, marked Human Remains.
A luggage cart had brought it from the plane across the tarmac to the waiting hearse. I clung to it, not wanting to let go of him, as if wrapping my arms around that box could breathe life into it. After a few moments, my arms were gently removed by a friend who worked at a funeral home. My husband held me then, and we returned home.
At Kevin’s funeral service a few days later, I placed one white rose on his coffin. The service was followed by a gathering of mourners in our home, during which I acted the part of a distraught but gracious hostess. It was a role for which I had few credentials and no experience. How else but through acting does one survive such an event when one’s son has just been murdered? Kevin was only twenty-four years old, a loving and caring young man who had openly lived a gay life. There were no words for the despair, the sorrow, and the emptiness I felt at his loss. I just needed to keep moving.
We flew to Florida two days later to learn firsthand where Kevin’s murder had occurred and to speak to the authorities. The detective who had called us was kind and optimistic that the killers would be found. The mayor of West Palm Beach assured me that no stone would be left unturned to find them, for the event had left a black mark on her city. In spite of repeated phone calls and requests for news, I never heard from either one of these individuals again. I have never learned who killed my son.
Some years before, I had become an American citizen. America had wrapped its myth of falsehoods around me, lulled me into a sense of security. It tends to do that with its promise of democracy, of freedom to live as one chooses, its system of justice that purports to exceed any other, and its Statue of Liberty with its fabled beacon of hope and safety. Never is one warned that death is as close as the nearest gun a citizen might carry, often legally, frequently not. My son had merely become another statistic in a country that tolerates such events, abhors them publicly for a brief time, and then moves on. I had willingly taken an oath of allegiance to this America because I finally wanted a home, a sense of belonging to a place, never having lived anywhere long enough before being displaced, and I wanted to vote in the country I now called my home. But America betrayed me, and I have never forgiven it.
Strangely, Kevin had a sense of foreboding that he would die young in this America. When he voiced this to a friend, who wrote to me of my son’s premonition shortly after his murder, she had asked him, What will your mother do if something happens to you?
He quite simply replied, My mother has had a fascinating life. She will write a book, and I will make an interesting chapter in it.
I myself had dreamed just a week before that Kevin had died. I told my husband of the dream and even documented it in a letter to my mother six weeks later. As one does with most dreams, I dismissed it, although I kept a copy of the letter. For many years I could not bring myself to look at the few belongings that remained of Kevin’s short life, among which I found his friend’s letter to me. The paper on which I wrote of events and my thoughts at the time of their occurrence are now yellowed with age, but the memories are still fresh. Perhaps it is the legacy Kevin has left me: because violence has repeatedly found its victims among the members of my family, I owe it to my son to tell their story.
Additionally, my new husband, Sylvester Miniter, had voiced interest in my family history, giving impetus to my research and my writing. Initially, his curiosity primarily concerned my potential appearance as I grew older. How had my mother looked in old age, and how might I resemble her at that stage of my life? And if it sounds surprising that this was a question I could not answer, nor in fact did I have any interest or curiosity about it, because I had known since I was a small child that my mother had given me away as an infant. By the time I was eight years old, I had had three mothers. The mother who gave birth to me was Helga, my father’s first wife. As a newborn, I was given to Martha, who was to remain my foster mother for seven years, to be later followed by Waltraud, my father’s second wife. But mother is as much a term of affection as it is a designation for someone who has given birth. In that sense, my foster mother was the only real mother I ever had. It was she, although no relation to me whatsoever, who nurtured, cared and loved me as if I were her own child throughout the dark years of World War II and beyond.
It is difficult to thread together one’s early years, to know which are facts and which are ‘told remembrances,’ particularly when none of the participants of those times are still alive. But documents live beyond the lives of their creators and in recent times I have been able to corroborate my memories through many sources, giving validity to them. Frequently, I have asked myself, Why was I not more curious as a young woman? Why did families not reveal their own histories during their lifetimes? Why do they guard secrets that, when revealed at a later date, might bring anguish to the next generation?
Much too late in life, I confronted myself with this dilemma. It has caused me to dig into archives I had not known existed, read letters never meant for my eyes and discover siblings in distant places. In short, I have found the story of a family that I had considered to be like any other, until I learned of the far-reaching consequences of my ancestors’ actions, their experiences, and their contributions to our culture, and consequently, to my own life. And on the assumption that my ancestors in some way also shaped me, my life, and my personality, I can also regard this as my story.
But writing about one’s ancestors is like searching for the perfect shell or pebble on a beach—there are many, but which to choose and keep? Each one brings with it a particular memory of time and place and even has very different characteristics.
My decision as to where to begin was in fact made for me by the turbulence of the history of the twentieth century. It is among the ironies of life that one of the greatest dictators the world has ever seen would ultimately make it possible for me to discover my family’s roots. It is due to one man’s obsession with race—the obliteration of one, the Jewish, and the mythical creation of another, the Aryan
—that I am able to tell my family’s story. It is thanks to the Germanic, and perhaps Prussian, characteristic of thorough documentation that I have a great deal of evidence of the lives my ancestors lived.
Part 1
Paternal Family Origins
Chapter 1
General Rudolf Schrader—
With Whom the Search Began
LONG BEFORE HE was appointed Chancellor of Germany in 1933, and as early as 1919, while still living in the country of his birth, Austria, Hitler had defined Jews as a race and not a religion. He identified Jewish presence as an alien race, a tuberculosis of the people,
that the ultimate goal must definitely be the removal of the Jews altogether.
¹ His goal, and subsequent obsession, was to create a society of what he considered pure Aryans.
To a large degree, these views developed out of his belief that Germany had lost World War I in which he had fought, due to enemy—in other words, Jewish—propaganda, not because it was defeated. A strong sense of nationalism developed in the country, and Hitler became a powerful voice for it.
It is therefore not surprising that a great-uncle of mine—brother to my paternal grandmother and a career Army officer prior to Hitler’s arrival on the political scene—had to document his lineage of purity
in order to advance. Strangely, this led back to Russia and the Baltic countries—and to a ‘treasure trove’ of information.
A career soldier, Uncle Rudolf Schrader was a major at the end of World War I. It is said that as a young man he had found his military training difficult and as a result he later treated his troops with extreme fairness. In contrast to many other officers, after the war he remained committed to the military and became a member of the limited 100,000-man German army mandated by the Treaty of Versailles, which had been imposed on Germany by the victors. When Hitler came to power in 1933, Schrader professed his admiration for the latter’s knowledge of history, and later, during the World War II, Schrader maintained a firm belief in German victory.
As a Prussian, his father had instilled in young Rudolf the strong belief that superiority of German culture and soul resided as much in the military as it did in all other aspects of German life. His father was my future great-grandfather and a professor at the University of Breslau. Together with hundreds of professors from German universities, and across all faculties, Dr. Otto Schrader had signed a Declaration by Professors of the German Reich on October 23, 1914. It declared that so-called Prussian militarism could not be separated from German culture or the German soul.
It further stated the belief that not only Germany’s but also all of Europe’s future was dependent on the victory of Germany’s military. Assumedly, until his death in 1945, Rudolf subscribed to this conviction.
In order to remain and advance within the military, which he did rather rapidly, my great-uncle Rudolf had to present evidence of being a pure German,
that is to say, having no Jewish but rather only pure Aryan blood.
His proof of Aryan descent consisted of a certificate identifying his parents as Protestant, though formerly Greek Orthodox on his mother’s side. The certificate further established that his maternal grandfather had been elevated to the nobility by Tsar Nicholas I of Russia in 1851. It was this crucial grandfather of his, my paternal great-great-grandfather, Jakob Heinrich von Wilm, who stimulated my research.
Chapter 2
Jakob Heinrich von Wilm,
Source of the Evidence
JAKOB HEINRICH VON Wilm was born on July15, 1804, in Pskov, one of the oldest cities in Russia. It is located in the western part of that country, about eight miles east of the Estonian border. Its first official mention in documents dates back to AD 903. Pskov lies on the banks of the Velikaya River and was referred to as the town of purling waters. To lovers of old movies, it is perhaps best known through Sergei Eisenstein’s 1938 film, Alexander Nevsky, which tells the story of Nevsky’s recapture of the town in 1241 from the Teutonic knights who had captured it several months earlier. In the