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A Story within a Story by Bruce Judisch
I imagine few writers begin researching their next novel with the expectation that it will change their lives. I certainly didn’t. And yet…
“On
September 21st, 1941, the Serpa
Pinto sailed into New York’s harbor with 55 refugee children from
war-ravaged Europe. Together, Jews, non-Aryan Christians, and other
“undesirables” crowded the railing and gawked at the Statue of Liberty as the
ship maneuvered toward Ellis Island. Among them, Ania squatted and chattered
into the ears of Lilli-Anna and Kammbrie, two years old this day.”
Ania,
Lilli-Anna, and Kammbrie are fictional characters. The 55 refugee children are
not. Among them was a little boy named Oswald Kernberg.
First, let
me say that For Maria was both a joy
and a heartbreak to write. Research intensive and emotionally exhausting, there
were times during the one and a half years it took to produce the first draft
that I set the manuscript aside for a week or two just to regather my thoughts,
my wits, and my heart. Little did I realize where that research would lead me.
*Blog note: Bruce Judisch has been granted by Art Kern, and encouraged by Art Kern, to quote his personal story.
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During
that research, I encountered a gentleman who would become not only a friend,
but an inspiration. His name, Art Kern—his childhood name, Oswald Kernberg—now in
his 80s. He’s circled in the above photo. I soon discovered what Art and other
children of the Kindertransport
endured to be beyond imagination. At least my imagination. Yet, I have never
met a person more positive, joyful, and uplifting than Art Kern. Here’s his
story* in his own words, excerpted from an essay he wrote about his life, surprisingly
titled “Luck.”
“I am 10 years old. I am sitting on the floor of our living room leafing
through my parents’ photograph album. My parents aren’t home. I am taking
photographs out of my parents’ photograph album … parents, brother, aunts,
uncles and cousins, and putting them in an envelope. I must hurry. I don’t want
my parents to see or know what I am doing … I know that I must leave my
parents’ home tomorrow evening.”
Denied
immigration to England, the US, Paraguay, Uruguay, Cuba, China, and Palestine,
among other places, in final desperation, his parents applied through the Vienna
Jewish Community to get their two sons out of Austria. Art was chosen; his
brother was not. Over the next 2-3 years, Art lived in several children’s homes
in France run by the Œuvre de Secours aux
Enfants (French Children’s Aid Society), the OSE. His eventual journey to
the US would come in fits and starts.
“In May of 1941, I am told that I have been chosen to go to the USA with
a children’s transport … I am overjoyed … and it somewhat compensated for the
fact that I had just found out my parents and brother had been deported from
Vienna to Poland.”
But two
days before he was due to leave, his place on the manifest was revoked.
Devastated, he spent the next two months languishing in another OSE home near
Limoges. Then, in July, a second transport prepared to depart. Two of the
children selected to go fell ill, and their places were given to Art and
another girl.
The end
of his story?
“I arrive in the United States and a whole new world opens up for me. I
am placed in a foster home … I am given clothing … I am enrolled in school …
When completing high school, I receive a scholarship, enroll at CCNY … and
graduate in 1952.”
In the following
years, Art would marry and complete a career in the aerospace industry in LA
amid a small group of other Kindertransport
alumni. They dubbed him “The Librarian,” as he maintained records of their
heritage and spoke at public venues about their experience. His closing words:
“I have had a wonderful life; however, it took more than a village to
raise this child. It took the governments of three countries, many
people and many organizations, both Jewish and non-Jewish, to raise this child!
… Thousands of children did not get chosen for any Kindertransport and perished. I was chosen for two. TALK ABOUT
LUCK!”
I asked
Art how he could lose his entire family to the Holocaust, go through what he
did just to survive, and yet still find such joy in life.
He
simply replied, “I lived the life my parents saved me to live.”
When I
have “bad days”—difficulties at work, rush-hour traffic snarls, a favorite TV
show cancelled—and I start to gripe, I remember Art. My thoughts turn toward my
children and grandchildren, all alive and thriving. I relax in a peaceful home
that has never been ripped away from me by black-shirted men in jackboots, practice my faith without being beaten or worse. And I resolve
to live the life God saved me to live.
*Blog note: Bruce Judisch has been granted by Art Kern, and encouraged by Art Kern, to quote his personal story.
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Author's Bio:
Bruce Judisch lives in Universal City,
TX, with his wife of 42.5 years (high school sweetheart), Jeannie. They have 3
children and 14 grandchildren. Bruce has published four novels (not including the
Barbour collection), and has a fifth manuscript finished (Quimby Pond,
a romantic mystery set in NW Maine). His website contains synopses of each book by clicking the book cover.
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