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Gentleman's Outfitter

4/5/2013

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PictureRalph Williams, aged 13, Munich
My artist son first encountered  Ralph Williams in the Tunbridge Wells branch of Moss Bros in 2006, having gone in to buy a duffel coat. Tom  was so taken by his demeanour he asked if he could paint his portrait. I recently went along to chat with Mr Williams myself about his long and active life.
 
Rolf Gunter William Spielmann was born in Munich on 17 February 1925, some fifteen months after Hitler's failed attempt at seizing power in the Munich Putsch. His father, who had fought on the Italian Front in WW1, was an architect and his mother Edith a concert pianist. 
 
One day in 1938, as the 13 year old Rolf was cleaning his bicycle outside his family's apartment in Prinzenstrasse, a Mercedes bearing Adolf Hitler approached. The car stopped, and a voice ordered Rolf to salute the Fuehrer. He refused, was arrested and sent to Dachau Concentration Camp for three months. An uncle paid a large sum of money, 20,000 Swiss francs, to secure his release.  
 
Rolf attended a Jewish school until the anti-Jewish riots of Kristallnacht, on 9  November 1938, when his school was destroyed, along with hundreds of synagogues, and many homes and businesses ransacked. Ninety Jews were murdered and between 20 - 30,000 Jews arrested and sent to concentration camps at Dachau, Sachsenhausen and Buchenwald. 
 
Rolf's father was detained in Dachau, but after several weeks released. He managed to obtain a visa at short notice and embarked on a journey by Buenos Aires. Rolf and his mother stayed behind. 
  
Rolf's bicycle and a number of family items were shipped to Buenos Aires in 1938. Before he packed it up Ralph took his bicycle apart and hid family diamonds and jewellery inside. Years later, in Buenos Aires, he found them still safely hidden. "I got round the Gestapo," he told 
me.
 
Over the next year, Rolf lived with one of his Roman Catholic tutors, Professor Emmendörfer. Rolf's mother had moved to a smaller home by then. She heard that the last Kindertransport was leaving from Munich, and with only 24 hours' warning, she arranged for Rolf to travel on it.
 
He wasn't sure until he got to Harwich on 21 June 1939 where he was headed - there were no adults accompanying his group. They finally arrived at the National Children's Home, Riversmead, near Clitheroe, Lancashire. This accommodation had been arranged by the Society of Friends. A school was set up for the boys, and by September there were sixty-five boys on the roll.
 
Mr Williams still has letters he received from his mother while at Riversmead - the last dated 1940. Rolf's mother and two of his aunts were among 980 Jews transported on 20 November 1941 from Munich. They were shot in woods near Riga, Lithuania on 25 November.
 
After he left the children's home, Rolf got a job in a tailor's shop. Then, when he was 15 and a half, in 1941, he joined the Merchant Navy at Liverpool as a Deck Boy on SS British Resolution, and sailed to America and Egypt. In Egypt he was arrested as an alien and shipped back to Britain aboard the Empress of Britain with German officers captured by the British Army in North Africa.
 
When the rules relating to the recruitment of enemy aliens were amended, many were actively recruited into the fighting units. Rolf Spielmann changed his name to Ralph Williams and joined the Army in Glasgow, at 16. He trained with the Royal Artillery at Larkhill, near Salisbury. He volunteered for the Commandos - he wanted to go and fight in Germany - but instead was enlisted in the Parachute Regiment, and sailed from Greenock for India. He saw action in Burma, the Battle of Kohima and Imphal with the Gurkhas, as part of the 50th Independent Parachute Brigade, 2nd Division Gurkhas, with SAS attachment.
 
Ralph was demobbed in 1947. After a few jobs in menswear, he went to work for Cecil Gee in Shaftesbury Avenue. Here he met Diana Dors (she collected shirts in her pink Cadillac), Liz Taylor & Eddie Fisher (he had lunch with them at the Ritz), and fitted Frank Sinatra for suits, among others. He was Manager of the Cecil Gee organisation from 1958 until 1962, when he left the company to found his own gent’s wear  shop.
 
In 1950 Ralph travelled to Buenos Aires to see his father, who had requalified, because as an immigrant he could not work as an architect until he had done so. He designed many fine buildings in Buenos Aires. He came over to Europe in 1964 and settled in Croydon. In the late 1970s, he was still travelling to Italy for mountaineering holidays. 
 
Mr Williams retired for two weeks at the age of sixty-eight, but says he couldn't stand it. He rang the MD of Cecil Gee for a Saturday job, started at Horsham, worked there for eleven years, then transferred to Tunbridge Wells.
 
Mr Williams speaks Spanish, Portuguese, German, and some Urdu. He has enjoyed skiing for fifty-three years in Seefeld, Austria. He has one son who lives in Australia, a daughter living in France, and five grandchildren. He lives with his wife Jane in East Sussex, but still enjoys travelling in to Tunbridge Wells several times a week. If you happen to drop by Moss Bros in Mount Pleasant, you will get the benefit of his extensive experience as a gentleman's outfitter.

For an extended version of this blog see Pen Portraits

Links
:
 
www.tomjohnsonart.com
Portrait of Mr Williams
 
www.webofstories.com/play/13981
Recorded memories of Walter Lasally
 
www.holocaustresearchproject.org/nazioccupation/munich.html

 
Sources:

Conversation with Mr and Mrs Ralph Williams
 
Burgeoning Amid the Alien Corn - New Life in a strange country 1939-1989 by Audrey O'Dell ISBN 0-951085212
 
Around Lingfield at War by Janet Lingfield, Amberley Publishing, ISBN 9781445602080

 

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George Furey - A Newfoundland Hero

16/2/2013

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PictureGeorge J Furey
Whilst reading David Copperfield recently, and moved by Dickens' vivid account of Ham Peggotty's attempt to save drowning men in a terrible storm off the coast of Norfolk, I was reminded of an episode in the life of Newfoundlander George Furey.
 
I came across the mention of George Furey when I was researching the stories of  Southborough & High Brooms men named on our local war memorial.  One of these was Able Seaman C/SSX 15852 Reginald Nye, the son of Harry and Faith Nye, of 28 Great Brooms Road, High Brooms, Tunbridge  Wells. He drowned at the age of 26 when HMS Firedrake was torpedoed while sailing as part of an Atlantic Convoy and sank on Thursday 17 December 1942. Reginald Nye is commemorated on the Chatham Naval Memorial, Kent.
 
The excellent website
www.hmsfiredrake.co.uk, compiled by John Masters, gives extensive information on the story of HMS Firedrake, and thanks to him I was able to include a lot of
the following detail in my book Southborough War Memorial: 
  
"Firedrake, an 'F' class Destroyer, was the escort leader to convoy ON153, with 43 ships bound for Canada. They sailed in a force 12 storm, the worst the Atlantic had seen for a very long time. At about 1700 hrs, the ASDIC operator picked up a contact. HMS Firedrake tracked the contact to about 5 miles south of the convoy, when at 2010 hrs she was hit by a torpedo fired by U-boat U211. The ship broke in two. The bow section sank immediately, with the stern just managing to stay afloat.

"Lieutenant DJ Dampier RN had a tally up and found there were 35 still on board. He quickly got the men to work shoring up the bulkheads of No. 3 boiler room, and making safe and jettisoning the depth charges and torpedoes. The gun crew were ordered to fire star shells to attract the attention of the other escorts, because all the radio and signalling equipment
had gone with the bow part of the ship. 
  
At about 2200 hrs, one of the other escorts - HMS Sunflower, a Flower class Corvette - was attracted by the star shells so she made towards them, firing star shells herself. The skipper first thought that the stern section of Firedrake was a U-boat and was about to fire HE at it, but then suddenly realised what it was. He tried to get his ship as close as possible to HMS Firedrake in order to get the survivors off, but the weather was so bad and the sea too rough. There were 60 foot waves breaking over the two ships, which were bobbing about like corks, so he decided to stand by and hope the weather would get better. At about 0040 hrs on the 17th December, the weather worsened and the bulkheads started to give way under the tremendous battering. The stern of HMS Firedrake started to sink, so the men had no option but to take to the water, and at 0045hrs the stern sank. The Sunflower moved in quickly to pick up the men in the water; a Newfoundland rating, G J Furey, had a rope tied around his waist and was lowered down the side of Sunflower. He would swim out to a man and grab hold of him, then his mates on board would heave them back to the ship and get him on board. He and his mates managed to get 27 on board but one died later. There were 168 of the Firedrake's crew lost and three others that had been picked up earlier that had survived an earlier sinking that night."
 
It is hard to imagine what the experience of swimming in these seas must have been like for Furey - surely his Newfoundland upbringing must have had something to do with the incredible powers of endurance he displayed. 
  
His son Bill and daughter Helen contacted the Firedrake Association and recalled that their father was a very strong man, and that when one of the crew of the Sunflower came to Newfoundland from England in the 1990s to visit George Furey, he was still amazed at his courage and strength after 50 years.

George died in April, 1996, at the age of 87, a very humble man from a small outpost community. He had lived a full life and raised a family of ten children. Though his children knew that he had helped save 26 men during the war, they didn't know all the details until shortly before he died. He was not one to talk about himself. He didn't see himself as a hero but talked instead about the 27th man that he couldn't hold on to, due to exhaustion. He was sorry that he couldn't have saved more.


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Holocaust Memorial Day - Anita Lasker Wallfisch

27/1/2013

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One of the many benefits of working for some years at an independent school in Kent as alumni officer was the opportunity to attend concerts and lectures, part of the school's cultural programme on offer to students, and the wider community. Having always been interested in the history of World War Two and the Holocaust, I was particularly drawn to hearing Anita Lasker Wallfisch speak. I relate here what I recall of this lecture.

Anita had not expected a large audience, actually, on this occasion, but had expressly come to speak to the cast of Playing for Time, the Arthur Miller play based on the memoir of Fania Fenelon. Anita had been a member of the women's orchestra at Auschwitz, which is what the play is about. At the time of the play's writing, she and some other survivors of the women's orchestra had been to see Arthur Miller, and asked him to amend the text. Apparently he declined their request to change the piece, for whatever reasons he had.

They said Fenelon's book misrepresented the truth as they saw it, that the women in this group had not been bitchy and critical of each other, but had supported and cared for each other, and that it was only this that had got them through. They would look out for each other, and if they noticed that one of their number had stopped washing, for example, they would exhort them to start again, for they knew that this was a very bad sign of giving up the struggle to go on. 
 
The power of this lecture lay in the fact that Anita Lasker Wallfisch, though now in her seventies, was speaking to the Sixth Form girls of her experience at their age, still painfully fresh in her memory. She was born and raised in Breslau (now Wroclaw, Poland), and when her parents were transported to the camps, she and her sister Renata, then in their mid-teens, were not deported as they were working in a paper factory. They took part in underground activities, helping to forge papers for French slave labourers to cross back into France.

She told a story of their group leader issuing them with cyanide pills, in case they got picked up by the Gestapo. One day, he asked them for  their pills back, saying that he would return them shortly, which he did. When they were arrested, soon after, as they were trying to escape to France, Anita and her sister took their pills, but nothing happened. He had replaced them with sugar pills. He must have had his reasons for this action, but after the War when Anita met him again, and remonstrated with him, he asked her whether she was not glad, as after all she and Renata had survived.

They were initially held in cells in Berlin, and then they were both sent, on different dates, to the extermination camp at Auschwitz. Anita arrived first. When she was being processed on arrival, the young woman (a Jewish prisoner herself) cutting her hair remarked on her pretty shoes. Anita had spilt some ink on these shoes some time back, and had dyed them black, and then decorated them with little red pom-poms to cheer them up. Anita had heard the stories about the camps - she had an idea of what was in store - and said to the girl she would be welcome to have them as she would not be needing them. When the girl asked Anita what she did before the war, she mentioned that she played the cello, and at this the girl said that she would send someone immediately to Alma Rose, who had asked always to be told if a musician arrived - she needed players for the women's orchestra. There were several orchestras or bands at Auschwitz made up of Jewish players, who were required to play not only when surviving prisoners went in and out to work duties, but also for the SS in off-duty hours. The women's orchestra was directed by Alma Rose, herself an inmate, and the niece of Gustav Mahler. The standard was expected to be high, in spite of the obvious depredations the players were subject to, and rehearsals were rigorous. Alma Rose knew that their lives depended on the quality of their playing.

Anita was accepted for the orchestra - they lacked a cellist. About a week later, another stroke of fate saved her sister. On her arrival at Auschwitz, again in the hair-cutting room, she spotted Anita's distinctive shoes being worn by one of the girls, and on asking her where she had got them, told the girl they had belonged to her sister. A messenger was sent by the girl straightaway to Anita, who begged Alma Rose to take her sister in. Alma Rose agreed to do so, and said she could be given a job as a runner for the orchestra. The girls both survived Auschwitz, and were sent to Belsen on the same transport as Anne Frank. 
 
I asked Anita after the lecture whether they had played Beethoven, and she said no, that Beethoven, the great German composer, whose work she loved and admired, was not music they had played in the camps. The usual fare requested was light music, for example Franz Lehar.

After the war Anita met up with another survivor, Peter Wallfisch, who she had known as a schoolboy in Breslau. They were married, and were to go on to musical careers, Anita playing cello with the English Chamber Orchestra. Anita said that she was able to travel to Germany with the orchestra and easily converse with young Germans, but that with those who had lived in the War, she always felt uncomfortable, and could never help wondering whether she was looking at the person who had contributed to the transport and murder of her parents.

Raphael Wallfisch, the son of Anita and Peter, has become a great cellist himself, and his son, Benjamin follows in his footsteps.  Anita, as so many Holocaust survivors, worked hard at building a new life in England, and did not dwell on her wartime experiences, but felt, when she had brought up her family, that she should put down her story for their benefit, and wrote her memoir Inherit the Wind. It takes its place in the body of work which records the appalling events of the Nazi Holocaust.

Anita is in her late eighties now. I understand she still spends time speaking to groups of schoolchildren about her story. In 2011 she received an Honorary Doctorate from Cambridge
University.
 
Website about Music and the Holocaust:  www.holocaustmusic.ort.org 


 
 
 
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Pen Portraits

16/10/2011

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I've started a new page on my website for pen portraits of people in different walks of life. The first one is my father, actor James Hayter, pictured here in The Crimson Pirate.

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