CURT WARNER, a holocaust survivor, was born on June 25, 1921 in
Aschaffenburg, Germany which is about (...) hour away from Frankfurt. His
father, Leopold Worms, was also born in Aschaffenburg - August 10, 1888.
Gerda Straus, his mother, was born on February 7, 1895 in Bad Nauheim,
about (...) hours from Aschaffenburg. Twenty-six year old Gerda was a
beautiful, young lady who became handicapped due to complications from
giving birth to Curt, and thereafter she walked with 2 canes.
As a youngster Curt grew up going to public schools. He recalls a time
when he was about 12 years old - he was frightened to go to school
because he had to walk by a corner where a man sold the Nazi newspaper,
DER STURMER - that man would spit & kick Curt - unfortunately, this had
to be endured because going to school was a requirement. Curt also
remembers how as a young teenager, he longed to be part of a group like
the Hitler Youth. They always had things to do & places to go. This was
not at all the case for the Jewish kids - they had no such freedom, no
such fun. Though life was grim for Jews, like many other Jewish adults,
his dad felt that the Nazis wouldn't last long, everything would be over
in a month or so. Leo was proud to be German - he had been a soldier who
served on the frontline in World War I, and was unwilling to leave his
homeland. He felt that if he ever had to leave, it would be on the last
train out.
Leo owned a home goods store where he sold bedding items like mattresses
and sheets. People would come to the store to purchase goods, and Leo
would also load his car & drive to surrounding farms to sell his wares.
In the mid 1930's when the Nazis came to power, the German people were
told to boycott Jewish business. Because of this decree, eventually the
home goods store had to be closed, and the family became penniless.
Curt's uncle, Alex Straus, lived in Bad Nauheim & helped them by paying
their bills. (Alex was married to Else Lomnitz who was from Kirchain,
and they had no children.) In 1935 Curt's dad took ill and was refused
admittance to the local hospitals because he was Jewish. One gentile
doctor was nice enough to go to their house in the middle of the night
to operate on Leo in his own bed... but the operation was not successful
- Leo passed away in December 1937 at the young age of 49.
After that tragedy, his mother moved to Bensheim to live in her sister's
(Martha Strauss's) home, while 16 year old Curt moved to Frankfurt.
There he lived with his Jewish employer's family, & he earned his room
and board by working in the upholstery trade. Curt was 17 years old when
Kristallnacht occurred on November 10, 1938. That morning while
synagogues were burning, and men & boys were rounded up to be sent to
Buchenwald concentration camp, Curt hid inside of a sleeper sofa in the
apartment where he lived. He could hear the Nazis enter the apartment
next to his - they took a sleeper sofa from there and threw it out the
window! To save his life, he remained quiet inside the sofa, held his
breath... and heard the Nazis enter his apartment... felt them stand on
top of the sofa - on top of him - as they grabbed a picture off the wall
& then threw it out the window! After an hour or so he came out of
hiding when he felt it might be safe. He walked into the kitchen to find
the employer's wife crying; her husband and oldest son had been taken
away by the Nazis. She did not know then, but they were taken to
Buchenwald.
Living right nearby was Curt's first cousin, Walter Mosbacher. Walter
was also from Aschaffenburg; his mother & Curt's father were siblings.
The two teens decided that they would leave Frankfurt after dark on that
frightful, Kristallnacht evening. The plan was to take a trolley to the
train station, and then take a train to Aschaffenburg where they thought
they would be safer living in Walter's mother's multi-family house.
Unfortunately, when they got on the trolley, 2 Nazis quickly identified
them as Jews & subsequently threw them off the moving trolley as it
started to depart! The boys ran back to their apartments, grabbed their
bicycles, rode to the train station, locked the bikes there, and took
the train to Aschaffenburg. Once there, it wasn't as safe as they had
assumed. Because the Nazis were in the area, they had to hide in the
attic of Walter's home along with Walter's mom & younger brother. The
gentile people who lived on the 2nd floor would bring them food. After a
week, these people said it was safe to come out of hiding. That is when
Curt & Walter took the train back to Frankfurt, unlocked their bikes,
and rode back to their respective apartments.
In 1939 Curt lived in Bad Nauheim with his great uncle, Isaac Straus,
his mother's uncle. Curt commuted to Frankfurt to do his upholstery
work. To help people salvage their possessions, he would even sew money
and other valuables into sofas for Jews who were leaving Germany. It was
in early 1939 when his Uncle Alex, who had previously helped with their
bills, succumbed to his own tragedy. Alex was known to take daily walks
in the parks and woods of Bad Nauheim, until one day when he failed to
return home. A few days afterward, Alex's wife found a note that had a
map which pointed to where Alex was - he had hung himself because he was
afraid to leave Germany for England one week later. Curt witnessed when
Alex's body was cut free of the noose hanging from a tree, and then
transported to the morgue.
One day Curt met a friend, and they talked as they walked along the
streets of Frankfurt. Two Nazis approached them and began to beat them,
calling them "Jew boys." They spotted a woman opening the front door to
her home & entering inside, and they made a run for it - much to her
surprise, they ran into her home, too, and locked the door behind them.
After an hour or so, they walked out - only to walk right into two
Gestapo who gave them a choice: get taken to the concentration camp or
"volunteer" to work at a labor camp. They opted for the labor camp, and
ended up in the town of Steinhofoel near Furstenwalde/Spree. With about
75 other young men and 8 young women, they picked potatoes all day and
ate them for all 3 of their meals, too! At one point Curt broke out with
pus boils, and he was sent home to Bad Nauheim. He was supposed to
return within 2 weeks once he was better, but he never did go back -
rather, he continued to commute to Frankfurt to work... most of the
remaining "volunteers" were killed in a concentration camp.
For years Curt was working on getting his visa, and finally he got it.
It was on January 21, 1940 when he was only 18 years old, with the
allowed 10 German marks in his pocket ($3.75), that he boarded the very
last ship (the Veendam) to leave Rotterdam, Holland for America. He and
others weeped with joy when they saw their first glimpse of the Statue
of Liberty. After checking in at Ellis Island, the ship continued on to
Hoboken, NJ where Curt's cousin, Senta Brown, met him. She took him on
the subway to Grand Central Station. It was there that Curt saw a Black
man for the very first time. He was frightened because he was taught in
the German schools that Black people were cannibals in Africa. He and
Senta took the train to Hartford, Connecticut.
A Jewish agency got him a job sewing automobile seat covers. At one
point he rented a room in the multi-family, Hartford home of the
Buchheim family - they had one child, a 14 year old daughter, Marion
(born March 13, 1926). They were also holocaust survivors, from Wohra,
Germany near Kirchain. Curt continued to correspond with his mother
through letters. She lived in Bad Nauheim with her sister,
brother-in-law, and cousin Frieda Bodenheimer (Senta Brown's mother).
Jews in that town were rounded up and put in a 'holding area' to live
until they were transported in 1942 to an unknown concentration camp in
Poland. It is assumed that Gerda was killed immediately in the camp
because she was disabled, i.e., of no use to the Nazis.
In 1944, at the age of 23, Curt joined the United States army. He served
for a few years, inoculating soldiers against venereal disease. In 1946,
he returned to Hartford, dated 20 year old Marion Buchheim, and married
her on April 20, 1947. Their son, Steven, was born in Hartford on March
28, 1950; five years later they had a daughter, Beverly, born on May 10,
1955.
Today, as of December 2009, Curt and Marion live in Bloomfield,
Connecticut during the summer, to be near their children. They spend the
cold days of winter in their other home in warm, sunny Lauderhill,
Florida. Steve Warner resides in South Windsor, Connecticut and is a
computer programmer for The Hartford Insurance Group. Their daughter,
Bev Warner Ladue, also lives in South Windsor, Connecticut along with
her husband, Jim, who is an electrician, and their daughter, Arielle,
who is a high school junior. Bev retired early from her computer
programming career at The Hartford Insurance Group, and now works on
insurance research at LIMRA in Windsor, CT.