April 16th, 1951

Journal,

 

I am with my family on a train headed for Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. We arrived safely in New York and made contact with a Catholic organization. I was given the name of a priest who could help us out and discovered that he has a sister living in a small town outside of Pittsburgh. It is called Coraopolis. She is the Mother of a convent and they are in need of a bus driver and general handyman. My wife will help in the kitchen and with the housework. We have agreed to a one year contract and will be living in a small house on the grounds of the convent. It will be a good life. We will be provided for and can live quietly in our own little home. I look forward to a new start. Will write later,

 

Henry

 

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April 8th, 1951

Journal,

 

My family and I are currently on a ship, heading for America. Joanne was finally released from the hospital a few months ago. The British knew of my desire to leave and offered me employment in England. My friend from Hoboken, however, informed me that I could move to the United States with my family and we could sail there for free. I prefer America to England, since I have a grandfather in America. He immigrated in 1800 with his younger brother and they eventually settled in Philadelphia. I would like to be near family. There was a long list of Germans waiting to be allowed to immigrate to the United States and my family and I were low on the list. But my friend allowed us to jump ahead of 60,000 people and receive our visas from the consul.

 

We were booked passage on a United States Naval ship. I agreed to work as a policeman on board to cover our fees. The trip has been rough so far, with high seas and heavy wind. Many are sick down below, which is why I have chosen to spend so much time on deck. With everyone sick, there is little need for a policeman. Staying on deck has kept me healthy, I think. I can eat well and breathe the fresh air. There are so many refugees crowded in below deck. We’ve been at sea for about one week. I believe we are halfway to our destination, New York City.

 

Henry

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December 1st, 1949

Journal,

 

Very bad news.  Joanne has fallen out of her bed and injured herself last night.  We took her right away to the military hospital where the doctor told us she broke her hip.  He sent us to a specialist who was kind enough to take our case for a very low sum of money, only 50 cents.  She must spend a year in the hospital, recovering from her injuries.  I will continue to work for the army, although I have been thinking of leaving Germany.  There must be greater opportunities elsewhere in the world, places that have not been torn apart by war.

 

Henry

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November 22nd, 1948

Journal,

 

I have a daughter. She was born only a few hours ago and we have named her Joanne. She is a beautiful little girl, strong and healthy. My wife is doing well. I am so very happy.

 

Henry

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October 15th, 1946

Journal,

 

I have been remarkably busy these past few months. I have become a courier of sorts, moving around from camp to camp throughout Germany, going wherever my services are needed. I am usually in Hamburg or Lübek and I stay mostly in the north. Sometimes I will go as far west as the French border, but this is unusual. However, my travels allow me to buy and trade things for a nice profit. There is a thriving black market trade in this area and certain supplies are in demand. I’ve begun trading cigarettes and buying fine shoes and clothing. Sometimes I can get extra fuel and I can sell that on the market in exchange for other goods.

 

I have met a young woman, a practical nurse in one of the camps in Hamburg. Her name is Anne and she is very beautiful. We are to be married in a few days time and my profits from trading will allow me to provide for her. My father, mother and sister have recently arrived in Hamburg as well. My family fled our home years ago, when the Russians were moving into western Germany. They lived on various farms throughout the war until the fighting was over. It is a blessing we all survived, although my family has nothing more than the clothes on their backs. I was able to steal some old German uniforms and dye them a simple blue for my father to wear. I will continue to trade and sell materials until we can all live comfortably.

 

Henry

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