There is still something we can not really tell, and can. What we do not really know, can not even need to know - and what was actually embalmed data-only for some periods.
Those who know them say anything. Yes - they rebel Since there are not even say nothing more.. That was the time. Oh yes - the time it was back then. And all the children were at that time but their time. All this is but now supplanted times successfully. Some of rest must be left. Not constantly follow up nachkarten, it herumfleddern. Let's finally good be.
"Forgetting extermination is part of the self-destruction" said Harald Welzer added in reference to Jean Baudrillard, however, formulated only in our time: the forgetting of horror is so by the perpetrators, by the fascist system been implicitly thought along and worked with - was more or less the sense of annihilation: Forget the Getöten - it removes from your memory: "Happy is - who can forget - which is no help for " ... - As the text to a abgenudelten schmaltzy operetta by Johann Strauss in the "bat", premiered already 1874th With forgetting the horror of horror would have its purpose. Mind was - "eliminated" - delete - once and for all - bring into oblivion - for a "new era" ... It's been different: For the purposes of the operetta I am perhaps even chronically a little "un-happy," because I do not "forget" just like it.
No - talk time. And the dead will speak - in photos, in a letter, in statements on file. They dance through our thoughts. They live around us.
I will trace the violent death of my aunt Erna Kronshage in February 1944 here in this blog piece by piece, if I succeed. And I'm going to rebel against injustice.
Those who know them say anything. Yes - they rebel Since there are not even say nothing more.. That was the time. Oh yes - the time it was back then. And all the children were at that time but their time. All this is but now supplanted times successfully. Some of rest must be left. Not constantly follow up nachkarten, it herumfleddern. Let's finally good be.
"Forgetting extermination is part of the self-destruction" said Harald Welzer added in reference to Jean Baudrillard, however, formulated only in our time: the forgetting of horror is so by the perpetrators, by the fascist system been implicitly thought along and worked with - was more or less the sense of annihilation: Forget the Getöten - it removes from your memory: "Happy is - who can forget - which is no help for " ... - As the text to a abgenudelten schmaltzy operetta by Johann Strauss in the "bat", premiered already 1874th With forgetting the horror of horror would have its purpose. Mind was - "eliminated" - delete - once and for all - bring into oblivion - for a "new era" ... It's been different: For the purposes of the operetta I am perhaps even chronically a little "un-happy," because I do not "forget" just like it.
No - talk time. And the dead will speak - in photos, in a letter, in statements on file. They dance through our thoughts. They live around us.
I will trace the violent death of my aunt Erna Kronshage in February 1944 here in this blog piece by piece, if I succeed. And I'm going to rebel against injustice.
Martha's statement on the death of her sister Erna Kronshage - (and really the whole story in short form - if not all would be much more complicated ...):
"She died of pneumonia in Gniezno, to the east, there was probably as a lunatic asylum, a hospital - well, just such a mental hospital - Tiegenhof - so It was in the telegram that mom and dad were at that time and also on the label brands, with which the coffin was sealed. They had been moved there. Previously, she was in Gütersloh, since in the hospital. That was because at home no longer with her. Our mum she had to then be taken away. From the Brown community nurse. So you mentioned the time of NSV. Oh, I do not know how the name was. And then Ernchen is even with a knife - in anger - have brandished a knife - yes. She was so unhappy. And do not work anymore. But Mom was still dependent on them. So that's about it I do not remember it. That was all a bad time, bad time. And the men were all at the front - was, and Dad - Dad, my brothers, my uncle so also because of his asthma war unsuitable - but he was already 60 years old. And then there came one day a telegram that she had since passed away suddenly in Gniezno. And Dad has then immediately used that Ernchen was there in the east leads to us here. And only one has said it would not, but then the well worked out yet. But Mom insisted on looking into the coffin, as Ernchen looked like, if you see what could be, as she was then transferred to home. I had small children and could not go to the funeral. And Heini, who then opened the coffin in secret. He was not at war, which was probably released from combat duty or, as it was called then. The Carpenters had was yes and the tool to open the coffin, but secretly they would have looked good, our Ernchen -. I mean it as a dead body. Was also very cold on the ride. Was in the winter - and then her corpse in a coffin - in a freight car ... The transfer car was at that time probably almost a fortnight on the road - until he arrived here. It was also war, and then came the even from the East that lasted. And the trains back then were shot at and attacked. They had sometimes during the day in a forest stand on the track and take cover - only at night and could continue their journey. The car was simply to other Features attached -. Until he arrived here dad had insisted that his youngest would be buried at home in their home sand in the family grave. They have probably the arms of the corpse-Erna nachgeguckt and elbows, but since you have not seen any punctures by lethal injection. . And no wounds or surgical stitches were visible, and that Mama always told that the corpse itself - ie the person - have looked bad - Ernchen was just skin and bone have been ... "
... the extent to Martha's subjective perception of events Erna ...
Photos: spruce on Muhlenkamp (private) - "Muhlenkamp - home of the Kronshage in Senne II (private) -