Whittingehame Farm School
“Having one’s life saved, meant to be uprooted, to give up one’s sheltered home and family, to be dispossessed and be at the mercy of strangers, to feel helpless and unable to help those dear to us that were left behind.” Ester Golan, former pupil, March 1989.
Whittingehame House, west of Stenton, East Lothian.
One of East Lothian’s grander buildings is Whittingehame House, birthplace and former home of A.J. Balfour. Balfour, raised to the peerage in 1922 as Earl of Balfour and Viscount Traprain of Whittingehame, held Cabinet office for twenty-seven years and was Prime Minister between 1902 and 1905. He is buried in the family plot nearby. Our interest in him focuses upon his period in office as Britain’s Foreign Secretary between 1916 and 1919. In 1917 British politicians’ thoughts were turning to the likely shape of the post-war world. The Ottoman, or Turkish, Empire was unlikely to survive the conflict and the fate of its extensive territories around the eastern Mediterranean was requiring attention. In August, Balfour drafted a letter of some future significance in his study at Whittingehame. This document, the Balfour Declaration so called, was accepted by the British Cabinet and sent to Lord Rotheschild, a prominent member of the Jewish community on November 2nd. The Declaration was brief but potent and indicated British support for the creation of a Jewish “national home” in Palestine. It read:
“His Majesty’s Government view with favour the establishment in Palestine of a national home for the Jewish people, and will use their best endeavours to facilitate the achievement of this object, it being clearly understood that nothing shall be done which may prejudice the civil and religious rights of existing non-Jewish communities in Palestine, or the rights and political status enjoyed by Jews in any other country.”
Whatever the subtle nuances of this document, whatever the controversies it created in the future and its significance at the time, this document forever linked the Balfour name to the Jewish cause. Jews had been the target of restrictions and persecution throughout the length and breadth of Europe since the Middle Ages. By no stretch of the imagination was anti-Semitism purely a German phenomenon but when Arthur Balfour died in 1930, he would have had little idea of the storm which was about to descend upon the Jewish people in Germany and ultimately across Europe. Few, if any, did.
When Hitler and his Nazis Party came to power in 1933, the active persecution of the Jewish people worsened and Jewish parents were increasingly left with the horrible dilemmas posed by how to deal with it: ultimately, whether to stay or to leave. However, leaving became increasingly more difficult, especially after the passing of the Nuremberg Laws in September 1935. Jews then faced almost insurmountable obstacles, since the Nazis made it increasingly costly and difficult to leave and other countries (including the UK) made it very difficult for refugees to come in. When opportunities to leave did present themselves, Jewish families were often faced with the horrible dilemma of whether to abandon their lives in their homeland of Germany or whether to send their children out alone. Many chose the latter.
Aliyah and Whittingehame
In addition to the pressure to escape from Nazi Germany, many Jews held to the vision of Aliyah (the ascent), the emigration of Jews to Palestine. Strenuous efforts were made by some of the groups involved in the evacuation of Jewish children (known as Kindertransport) to prepare them for eventual emigration to Palestine. When Balfour’s descendent, his nephew Viscount Traprain, offered Whittingehame as a school for Jewish children, his offer was taken up gladly. The house, grounds and land sufficient for a farm were leased to The Whittingehame Farm School Ltd., a non-profit making organisation which aimed to educate and train Jewish children in the range of agricultural skills which would enable them to be useful contributors to both their British hosts and potentially to Jewish Palestine. Its chairman was Captain Robert Solomon.
Whittingehame Farm School
The school was co-educational and intended for some 150 - 170 children over its lifetime from January 1939 to September 1941. The initial intake was fifty-one and numbers varied as pupils left on attaining sixteen (perhaps seventeen). Normally boys outnumbered girls by two to one. Clearly getting the children (aged between fourteen and sixteen) into Whittingehame was one thing but being able to finance such an enterprise was another. A significant portion of the school’s prospectus was devoted to finance.
A group of Whittingehame School pupils
(Norbert Abeles back row extreme right, partially obscured)
Photographer - Farrington Drew.
A grant of £2,000 was given by a group called the Women’s’ Appeal Committee to cover equipment and any alterations to the building suggested by Douglas Miller in the surveyor’s report. The Council for German Jewry gave a limited financial guarantee enabling the initial setting up of the school to go ahead. Each pupil was estimated as costing £50 per annum for the two years of their stay and this was to come in the form of a £50 guarantee provided by individuals to cover each pupil. The running costs of the school were expected to be in the region of £10,000 per annum and again donors were to be found to covenant £12.50 quarterly or £50 per annum. This was likely to come mostly but not exclusively from Jewish families in the UK. The Secretary of the school had a London address in 31A, St James’s Square (and also in 14 Holland Park Road) and the school received its intake from Edinburgh or Dunbar via an organisation called the Movement for Child Refugees, in effect Kindertransport.
In its advertisements eye-catching headlines included “To the boy or girl refugee: you can help Britain in the most vital department of her war effort, in the production of food” and “To the guardian of a refugee child: agriculture, more than any other career, offers lasting prospects.”
At the early stage the list of staff was fairly vague, but the second headmaster was Charles Maxwell, M.A. The first head had only lasted a few weeks as he proved unsuited to the task, lacking any control over the high-spirited children.
Charles R. Maxwell: Whittingehame’s second headmaster.
In military uniform in the two photographs above and
in the kilt on the right with a member of staff and pupils around the school's telescope.
Further photographs of Maxwell. On the left he is pictured at table entertaining some of the pupils and on the right he is shown in contemplative mood on a lake.
- Two English masters.
- A German teacher of Hebrew and Religion.
- A Palestinian master ‘...especially qualified to teach vernacular Hebrew and agriculture’.
- A Mistress for biology and domestic science.
- A Mistress for horticulture and agriculture.
- A Matron and assistant matron.
- A qualified kitchen superintendent.
- A local doctor as Medical Superintendent.
- A local dentist.
- Plus local farm bailiffs.
In the event the staff was a composition of British and refugee teachers. Names can be put to some of them:
- Mr Stegall: A Senior Master in the early days. He took all ID photographs and developed them with Norbert Abeles in a darkroom in a basement near Mr Coleman’s flat. He moved to another school and was replaced by
- Mr William Farrington Drew: Senior House Master and teacher of English and Maths.
- Miss Lucy Laquer: Matron.
- Rabbi Joseph Hans Heinemann and Rabbi Torry Foerder: covered Hebrew studies.
- Rev. Bernhard Cherrick: replaced Charles Maxwell as Headmaster and also gave private lessons in Judaism.
- Mr Walters: was a Spanish teacher but taught English, as the former was not needed. He was a conscientious objector.
- Sidi Una-Levy: was the cook.
- Ruth Fischel: worked in the kitchen.
- Erich Duschinski: led a party of refugees from London to Whittingehame, became an assistant teacher and was a suitable translator as he spoke English, German, Hebrew and French.
- Miriam Piterkowski (formerly Mia Wimpfheimer): appears to have been an assistant teacher or Madrichah.
- Mr Gibbs: taught maths and English, was a friend of Mr Walters and stayed until called up for military service.
Others who may have been teachers but whose role/subject is unclear, included:
- Mr White.
- Miss Richards.
The staff was aided by many estate workers, by Lady Traprain, who was fondly remembered by many, and by Captain Spence of Haddington who helped with the formation of the school’s Boy Scout company. Two men with the same name, Cohen, one the head of Edinburgh’s Jewish community, and the other, smaller in build, aided the school. The latter owned a grocery store in Edinburgh and supplied Whittingehame Farm School with many of its needs. He "…took us under his wing”. (E. Golan).
Two staff members relaxing in Balfour’s study
The school prospectus was overtly supportive of the Zionist cause. It stated that ‘The general policy of the school is directed specially to fit the pupils for emigration to Palestine. The pupils have already commenced to arrange their lives, with the full approval of a sympathetic and understanding staff, on the model of the typical Palestinian settlement.” It continued: “In types and varieties the pupils are a cross section of continental Jewry, coming from rich and poor families, from orthodox and non-orthodox homes, from the best and worst schools of their hometowns. Their common tie is not alone the calamity that has overtaken them, but the even stronger one of hope - that one day they may assemble together not as refugees in a strange land but as proud and free citizens of the country of their dreams - Palestine.”
The prospectus continued by explaining that: “As [the pupils] leave this country on reaching the age of eighteen, the problem of their training is vitally important. They must be prepared for the difficult task of supporting themselves in strange lands. Trained land workers are the most welcomed immigrants to Palestine, the British Dominions and colonies and South America. The purpose of the Whittingehame Farm School is to provide, side by side with a general education, a thorough practical and scientific training in all branches of agriculture.
The syllabus was prepared with the help of Professor Shearer, Principal of the College of Agriculture of Edinburgh University, and with the keen involvement of Viscount Traprain and the course was designed to last two years. The prospectus outlined the general thrust of the elements covered as follows:
“Farm management, animal nutrition, live-stock, soils and manures, crops, use of farm implements, veterinary hygiene, dairy farming, poultry-keeping, agricultural science, agricultural botany, agricultural book-keeping and arithmetic, carpentry, motor mechanics, market gardening, dyke-building, marsh draining and elementary work in the smithy."
“Fruit, vegetables, flowers, pest and disease control, fruit and vegetable preservation, forestry, hedging, etc.”
A special effort was made to carry out instruction in English and Hebrew and was overseen by a Dr Salis Daiches of Edinburgh. While theoretical elements were clearly present the over-arching emphasis was upon the practical.
The following photographs show the pupils working
at their various practical farming tasks.
Born in Chalford, Gloucestershire and aged twenty-nine at the time, the Senior House Master and teacher of English was Dr William Farrington Drew. William was a keen amateur photographer and by sheer luck his many photographs of life at Whittingehame Farm School have survived. William joined the RAF in 1941 and was sadly lost out on patrol over the Atlantic on July 29th, 1943. His nephew, Dr Mike Challis, discovered the photographs and it is through his kindness and generosity that I am able to bring them to this wider audience. Both Mike and I would love to hear from anyone who recognises someone in these photographs. You can contact myself through the contact link at the bottom of this page and Mike via firstname.lastname@example.org.
Life At Whittingehame School
A number of sources allow us to glimpse what life was like for the Jewish exiles at the school set in the lovely soft countryside of East Lothian. When William arrived at Whittingehame in August 1939 he wrote the following home:
“The journey was uneventful, except that...a storm travelled up with us. I had for companion the leader of the British Union of Fascists [Oswald Mosley] at Newcastle, who was just returning from a tour of Germany. His comments on Jewry were somewhat amusing in view of my destination.
Mr Maxwell met me at Dunbar. He is not a Jew but a Scotsman of the Clan Maxwell and met me wearing a kilt. [He] and the rest of the staff have done their best to make me at home and gave me a fine welcome. Mrs Maxwell (his mother) had breakfast for me and during this and after we discussed the arrangements.
I am here as Senior House Master, replacing Staggwell, ...who is going to a better post. Staggwell is staying on another two days to show me the ropes. He is a very pleasant chap and has shared the brunt from the early days. Apparently, the school opened last March (sic) with a Head (not Maxwell) and Staggwell as the English staff. The appointed Head made a mess of things and was sacked after three weeks and Maxwell immediately appointed in his place... and then for some months Maxwell and Staggwell carried on together as all the English staff doing the brunt of the work...and got on very well.
There is a very heavy Scots mist over everything today, so that I cannot see very far, but the lawns are beautifully kept up. The boys and girls run everything, the cleaning, washing, laundry, cooking, estate, everything. We have our own printing shop, boot repair shop, dental room (not run by the boys!) complete with electric drill; carpenter’s workshop where most of the things are made. I have an excellent little laboratory.... but things are very primitive in many respects...furniture is short...and it is a rather large place to furnish...there are 167 boys and girls here now.
The girls all wear long blue trousers or khaki shorts. The cooking at times leaves something to be desired apparently, from what I hear, since culinary disasters are rather apt to occur. The matron is German. All cooking is done on ranges, the original ones...and sometimes the fires don’t burn as they should.”
“The boys and girls run everything”, wrote William above. This appears to have been an accurate observation of life at Whittingehame. Both staff and pupil recollections support this view and William’s photographs bear this out. The pupils were clearly homesick, many of them aware that their chances of seeing their parents again were slim, but they were young, in youthful company, in the same boat and they were also aware of their good fortune in washing up in such lovely surroundings. Discipline at the school was, as always, that which the pupils themselves allowed and they appear to have seen off the first headmaster with some speed. His discipline was of the old school and his attire likewise and the pupils were not above laughing him out of his comfort zone and using ghosts and well-aimed water to emphasise their derision at his efforts. As a first move, his replacement, Charles Maxwell, was moved to emphasise his intention of refusing to put up with any such nonsense. In the event he appears to have worked with the flow rather than against it. Apart from the necessary routine of the indoor and outdoor timetable, the pupils had considerable freedom to roam and contacts between them and the surrounding population took place in both sport and cultural activities, especially music.
Laura Samuel - Former Pupil
Laura revisited Whittingehame when she was eighty-three in 2007 and wrote the following of life there. She described her time at Whittingehame as the happiest of her early life and she was only sorry that it didn’t last longer. She said, “The only things that were bad about our stay at Whittingehame were that we were not paid when we worked in the fields or on the estate and that we had to leave at sixteen to go out into the world on our own, without a good education and with poor English. We worked for half the day and attended school for the other half. Some worked in the fields and some on the estate without pay but in lieu of our board and lodgings. Our headmaster, Mr Maxwell...did not interfere with us and we ran the school like a kibbutz. We set up a committee which made all the decisions and wrote the weekly work schedule with Mr Maxwell’s approval. We all spoke German since there was a mixture of Austrians, Czechoslovakians, Poles and Germans.”
Laura (right) and her brother.
Laura Samuel (Lorchen Buchsbaum) revisiting Whittingehame House.
“I came with the Kindertransport but not with the group as I was not allowed to travel with them because of my passport being Polish. I had one other travel companion and we left Berlin for Hamburg where we were met. There we were put on a ship to Leith in Scotland and there we were met and taken to Whittingehame. I was happy to leave Germany but very upset to leave my parents. My brother came three months later but by a different route.
In Whittingehame we were around 180 from different countries (Czechoslovakia, Austria, Poland, Germany) all speaking different languages, but we all learnt to speak German. Our so-called teachers were a mixed bunch: one from Israel, two from Germany and two from England. It was called a Farm School but wasn’t run like one. We had half a day’s schooling and half a day’s work. We did all our own housework like cooking, cleaning, washing clothes and dishes, setting tables, etc. We had two dining rooms, one for the very orthodox (because of prayers before and after meals) and one for the non-religious. The ex-ballroom was made into a Synagogue, but we had no Rabbi and we did it all ourselves.
The work schedule was worked out by a committee of our own: I mean the rota. Our headmaster was English (sic) but let us do it all our own way and it worked beautifully. So did the teachers who did not teach much as I learned nothing, but they were there officially only so that it could be described as a school. We had self-discipline and no-one tried to get out of doing what they were supposed to do. Half of us worked on the farms for the Scottish farmers as Land Girls and Boys.
Nearly all of us and I say almost all except for a few, found it was the best and happiest time when we came. We were luckier than most others who went to families. We all had permits to go to Israel after two years, but war broke out and only twenty-five managed to go and the rest of us got permission to stay. We dispersed to go all over the world and not all went to Israel. As far as I know all ended up one way or another as good, honest and successful in life even if not many were rich. A few managed to get degrees and became doctors, professors, businesspeople.”
Pupils at Whittingehame School working in the fields.
Jean Coleman Remembers Whittingehame House.
Jean was the daughter of the Balfour’s butler. Apparently, the plan was for her family to move into Whittingehame House to act rather like caretakers as the Balfour family had moved to a smaller house nearby called Redcliff. They were to be there for five years but the five turned into twenty-seven! At first the house was furnished but gradually most of the furniture and accoutrements were sold off and Jean recalls that the house was pretty empty by the time the Jewish children arrived. Jean and her family lived ‘below stairs’ and she well remembers the pupils dancing so enthusiastically on the floor above her living-room that the ceiling came down - twice!
Her memories of the time of the school are limited but she recalls that the girls were housed on the top floor and the boys on the floor below. Apparently, some boys went out now and then with the fishermen from Dunbar and brought home lobsters which, at times, their faith forbade them to eat. Mr Drew and the other staff were really keen to taste them, so Jean’s mother cooked them in their kitchen. Jean was a Girl Guide and Eva, a pupil, came with her to the local Stenton Guides. The oath which all Guides had to take was specifically altered for this girl.
Entertainment - Sport
The pupils at Whittingehame were often keen on sports, including table tennis and athletics. 100 of them played table tennis in a league and many were especially fond of football. A football pitch had been formed near the house by locals and it was well maintained by the estate workers. A team was formed from among the keen footballing refugees and it would appear to have done very well when pitted against local boys’ teams. Whittingehame F.S. beat Pencaitland 6-0; East Linton 24 - 0 and a combined Haddington/Pencaitland team 8 - 1! They eagerly looked forward to a game against a team from Edinburgh, but history does not record that score.
Perhaps the betting, which became quite common at Whittingehame for a time, came from this competitive spirit. Stakes were not in cash but in the form of fruit, much prized then. The fad even led one young pupil to place a bet and to try to prove by example how far he believed the invading German troops would be able to march in a day in France, by walking the twenty-five miles into the centre of Edinburgh. He was confined to the school for a week after that for “absenting himself without permission” but was more than happy to so remain as his feet were a mess.
Aged 15-16 at the time and the son of the farmer who farmed Eastfield Farm on the Whittingehame estate, Ivan remembers the Whittingehame refugees very well and described his initial contacts with the children as stemming from curiosity more than anything else, as he and his local friends tried to find out who these refugees from the Continent were. Ivan was quite a good footballer and standing watching on the touchline of the Whittingehame pitch one day, he was asked if he’d like to join in. This he willingly did and must have impressed because he continued to play on the Whittingehame team during many of the local matches. He remembers that the Captain was called Freddy, ‘...a lovely person.’ He also recalls playing Stenton and Garvald and a number of teams that came in buses.
Ivan Clarke at an exhibition about Whittingehame
Farm School in St Mary’s, Haddington
Other Entertainments - Music
The pupils enjoyed a wide range of entertainments and amusements separate from their domestic chores, their schoolwork and their outside labours. Music was quite important to many of them. Ivan Clarke remembers a young man called Kurt who had been a member of the Vienna Boys Choir pre-war and who was a super pianist. According to Ivan, Kurt used to play the piano to accompany silent films shown in the house. Musical evenings were a periodic feature of life and locals were often invited to come along to listen. Apart from forming their own choir, the pupils’ spirits were raised when others came to entertain. For example, the popular RAF band from RAF Drem visited to play for a whole evening, much to their and Ivan’s delight.
Musical entertainment in front of Whittingehame House.
Kathe Lowenthal leads a recorder quartet.
Youthful High Spirits
We can see from the following photographs that the children and young adults who spent time at Whittingehame Farm School were well able to turn their hands to entertaining themselves. The interests, youthful high spirits and questing minds of the pupils showed itself in all sorts of ways. Winter snowfalls created their usual opportunities:
A touch of the Wild West. Kurt Jahoda.
Printing a Newsletter.
Printing a Newsletter.
Making a Radio.
Creating a Pipe Band.
[All Farrington Drew]
The School Scout Troop And Guide Troop
The pastimes shown above were a mix of the organised and the spontaneous. The formation of a School Scout Troop and its female equivalent, a Guide Troop, was a different kettle of fish. This required a considerable effort ranging from the provision of uniforms and flags to the conversion of a set of rooms for the troops to use. One imagines that the first two were provided by the Scout and Guide Movement, the latter by the efforts of the boys and girls themselves. How active and successful these were is unknown and hopefully someone will one day supply the answer.
The Troop's Flag.
The Scout 'Hut'.
The Scout 'Hut'.
Two Girl Guides.
An important inspection: perhaps by Lady Traprain?
ARP Duties At Whittingehame School
Nazi persecution was responsible for the enforced flight from danger of the children who ultimately found safety and peace in Whittingehame. When the war came in 1939 this danger re-asserted itself. While the school itself was never a target for the Luftwaffe, targets certainly existed in East Lothian at large and the staff, with William Farrington Drew in charge of Air Raid Precautions, was active in preparing the pupils for the eventuality and possible consequences of an air raid. That Farrington Drew took his duties seriously is evident in the photographs shown below. The pupils trained in First Aid, in the recovery of injured people, in putting out incendiaries, in the evacuation of the building and in air-raid precautions.
Sergeant Birrell from Haddington, instructs.
Learning to use a Stirrup Pump.
[All Farrington Drew]
Practising how to deal with an incendiary bomb.
"Tuesday afternoon brought us a demonstration of incendiary bomb control by Sergeant Birrell of the Haddington police. The Sergeant had given us a preliminary lecture in the first days of January…and he had no intention that he was just going to show us how…the boys themselves had to do the work. Well, considering that they had had only one lecture from a Scot in broad Scots…that they have only had nine months English training and in many cases only three months…the prospect of having to put out an incendiary bomb under real conditions was a trifle alarming.
The Sergeant had asked for an outside garage to be fitted up with old stuff…beds, chairs and bedding, more or less like an ordinary room…and with plenty of straw scattered around. This we did…The Sergeant came along and approved except that he did not think the whole was sufficiently inflammable…so he poured two gallons of paraffin over everything.
The first show was the extinguishing of an incendiary bomb, when the room had really got ablaze, with a stirrup pump…The boy, equipped with overalls, had to crawl in on his belly whilst those outside kept the pumps going…the Sergeant remarked as he watched the flames raging up to the ceiling…
'Go on lad…in on your belly…it's up to you now, if you want to save the garage!' and I, standing by, wondered whether the police had not rather overstepped the mark in realism. However, the lad did well and without outside aid, other than his team on the pumps, got the fire under control and extinguished the bomb. Then two different sets had to extinguish an incendiary bomb by the sand method ([using a] Redhill container) and this too they did to the satisfaction of the Sergeant."
Tragedy From The Air
On one occasion the war did come to Whittingehame Farm School in the sad but wholly unnecessary loss of two Commonwealth pilots who crashed into the top of one of Whittingehame’s trees when they flew too low over the house and grounds. It appears they knew some of the staff and had flown out from Drem to buzz the house. Unfortunately Keith Chiazzari (19) from South Africa and Alan Bishop (23) from Australia both perished in the crash. They were the first Commonwealth airmen to die in World War Two.
It is more than likely that this is the Hawker Audax as it flies low
over Whittingehame House minutes before it crashed.
ARP Training Inside The House
The training went on inside the house in how to evacuate the large, rambling building, how to evacuate casualties and in First Aid. It was all taken very seriously by Mr Drew. It had to be since reality was a mere bomb-aimer’s miss-directed touch away. Some of the pupils recounted their ARP experiences in a reunion publication ‘From Whittingehame 1939 to Israel 1989’. Sami Riemer remembered how it all went very wrong for him. He wrote:
"Mr Drew chose me for the key position on the ground floor where the majority of the boys lived. His own quarters were nearby and in the event of an alert I was the first to be woken up by him. My job was to rouse one designated boy in each of the dormitories on the floor. They would wake all the others in their respective rooms and make sure that everybody was evacuated downstairs in good order…Not a difficult assignment for a bright fifteen-year-old, it might be thought. But when it came to the test I failed miserably.
I simply could not be woken up! The boys told me afterwards that Mr Drew practically sat on top of me shaking me as hard as he dared to, but to no avail. Mr Drew must have been getting frantic. He had to wake up the other key personnel, on the girl's floor, in the Boys' Wing and presumably the staff too."
Learning to evacuate casualties.
Night-Time ARP Duties
A number of the pupils joined the ARP section and took their turn in night-time duties. Some did so for perceptive reasons as we shall see.
Checking the rooms
Alice Engel joined for similar reasons. She wrote: “Maybe the thing that I remember with love and affection about the war and Whittingehame is the night duty we did with the ARP. Having to do the night rounds and walking round the house when all was still, and the rest of the people were sleeping. Then we who were on duty would go outside as well to hear if there was anything going on in the sky. The most beautiful time of all was a clear winter’s night with the moon and stars so bright that one could almost read a newspaper. So cold and clear with snow underfoot and we never felt the cold. Ah, for nostalgia!”
Alice Engel’s ARP certificate, July 1940.
Gas Precautions And First Aid
Like all UK inhabitants, the children at Whittingehame were issued with gas masks and these, of course, had to be tried on and tested.
Anneliese Narai, a pupil at
Whittingehame from January 1939-1941
Anneliese later trained as a nurse in London
becoming a Sister in various hospitals.
[courtesy of her daughter Mary Allen]
As mentioned in Farrington Drew’s letter describing what he found when he arrived at Whittingehame, the pupils had a major role in helping to run the school’s everyday activities. An important element of this was in the purely domestic. All pupils spent many hours repairing furniture, maintaining and repairing clothing and shoes, in cleaning rooms, doing the laundry and in helping to prepare and cook the meals. Money and basic resources were short, and the pupils had to be resourceful and determined. Once again, William was ever present with his camera to record even the most mundane of activities. One gets the impression that his day wasn’t over weighted by teaching duties.
Cooking on the unreliable old range.
The eternal chore; washing the dishes.
At the Cobbler's last.
Woodwork; running repairs.
Sewing - The fast way.
Sewing - the slow way. Ester Golan extreme left, back.
Marie Dancygier extreme right.
Washing down the kitchen floor.
Turning off the water supply.
Shovelling off the coal from the back of the school’s own lorry.
Hanging out the washing by the Tower
which was used as a laundry.
Lucy Laquer - Matron
Lucy was matron to the refugee children from January 1939 until September 1941. It cannot have been the simplest of roles! Clearly, she felt she had to ‘act the part’ and could be strict when she felt discipline was required. Her image was encapsulated by one former pupil who wrote, “...it is like yesterday when we were given the ‘house rules’ by the Matron, Miss Laquer, who by the way had a heart of gold, but sometimes succeeded in hiding it.” Matron’s ‘rounds’ each weekend were thorough which required a fair amount of cleaning up on the part of the pupils. Not something they appear to have relished. Lucy wrote, “My job was to keep the house clean and tidy - no easy task. In spite of my domestic science training and my Gwerbelehrerinnen Diploma, the girls thought they knew best. They could not be convinced to sweep the stairs from top to bottom, preferring to do it the other way around!” She added the interesting comment, illuminating but very contemporary in its nature, that while “ The Sunday morning dormitory inspection was meant to help me in my work, ...I hated it: partly because I knew how superficial it was, but also because I had to trot behind the headmaster. Surely the boys should have learnt from the example of their superiors the good manners that require that a woman should enter the room first?”
Lucy wrote of her memories of Whittingehame Farm School for the reunion of former pupils in Israel in 1989. I hope they won’t mind my quoting from her account as she pulls back the blinds a little on some interesting aspects of life at the school. She confirms that the war didn’t impinge too drastically upon life at Whittingehame writing that, “They were war years, but very peaceful ones for us in Scotland. We sat out air raids in the basement of the big house. If they lasted a minute more than half an hour, all voices joined in a loud chorus of ‘chocolate biscuits, chocolate biscuits’ till the large tins were opened and their contents distributed.” Any radio sets owned by the staff had to be surrendered to Lady Balfour, though this must have been relaxed a little as the dormitories could ‘win’ the use of a radio for a week if they had been seen to have kept their room especially tidy.
Knowing that each refugee had often harrowing tales to tell, Lucy confirms that an effort was made to make them feel at home as quickly as possible. For example, new arrivals were treated to two eggs each at their first breakfast, something they greatly appreciated as they had often been on very short rations at home. Lucy was clearly much impressed by Lord and Lady Balfour’s kindnesses as she confirmed that the latter had asked for a list of the birthdays of the pupils so that she could invite them to her house on the Sunday after the birthday for a birthday meal. This treat was much appreciated by all, though one pupil caused a minor scandal by picking up the butter with his fingers! Lucy herself was frequently a guest as well.
Lady Balfour’s thoughtfulness was often of a very practical nature, as Lucy relates: “A short time after starting as acting headmistress, Lady Balfour told me she would be absent for a few hours: she wanted to discuss something with her forester. As a result of that discussion, trees were felled, the riverbed deepened and a dam built, thus creating an open-air swimming pool for our community. Needless to say, to our great delight, though not to the delight of Rabbi Daiches, who disapproved of mixed bathing.”
Lucy found kindness in other areas. She relates how: “The Edinburgh Governors were as kind as the Balfours. They often came on Sundays with lashings of ice-cream. It was ladled out by the Cohen’s chauffeur. They were altogether more generous than the London Governors. Whenever I went to Edinburgh on a shopping expedition, I was invited to a meal, either at one of their homes or in a restaurant and was never allowed to pay for myself.”
Lucy gives an interesting insight into the relative freedom of the older pupils when she described how, “Our boys found it easy to get lifts into Edinburgh, but the Edinburgh Governors did not care for them conversing loudly in German on Princes Street on Saturday morning. They were conspicuous, too, in their navy-blue uniforms. Especially their shorts, two to three inches shorter than the British norm...gave them away.”
Mention has already been made of the administration of the school, of how the pupils shared a not inconsiderable portion of the responsibility of the organisation of everyday life there. Lucy’s following description casts further light on this aspect of life at Whittingehame Farm School. She wrote:
"When we had been at Whittingehame about six months, the Headmaster, Mr Maxwell, decreed that no more German should be spoken in the Sichoth, the lengthy council where all the matters considered important to the community were discussed and argued. Instead the members could choose between Ivrith and English. To spite the Head, they spoke Ivrith, haltingly and by no means faultlessly. The Sichoth were always attended by Mr Maxwell and occasionally by Lord and Lady Balfour. They sat behind the Hebrew masters, who had to translate over their shoulders what was said: not too difficult a task, since it contained lots of 'ums' and 'ers'. At the end of one speech the Headmaster said: 'I quite understand what you were trying to say, Kurt, though your Ivrith is not quite the same as what we speak here in Scotland.'"
The subject of food comes up a number of times in the evidence, as one might expect it to among a community of growing bodies. It appears that crises in that department were not uncommon, partly because of wartime shortages and cost pressures but also because of the somewhat unreliable stove upon which the cooking was done. Lucy Laquer had a terse comment to relate as regards the latter. She wrote: “The kitchen range (model 1839!) donated by the factory that manufactured it, was a vast expanse of iron, and by no means easy to master. A previous cook had pronounced on it in unadulterated Berlin dialect: ‘Der Herd jehort jut jeputzt und weggeschmissen!’ [The range should be well scrubbed and chucked out!]” She also enlarged upon the cost of feeding the children when she wrote: “Things were cheaper in those pre-inflationary days. I bought a stone of apples from the estate for a shilling - but it was no easy task to feed 160 people on the tight budget of seven shillings and sixpence per person per week.”
William Farrington Drew was moved to write to the Edinburgh Governors about the quality of the food at Whittingehame and commented upon the reaction in a letter to his parents. He wrote: “I think I have not told you of the visit of Mrs Weizmann nor of May Mundy, our Secretary, who visited us in answer to my letter of complaint about the food. May is fat, wadgy and gushing and a vegetarian, so she was about the last person who was suitable to make an inspection of the food. She always has special meatless dishes prepared for her in the kitchen and says, ‘Your matron spoils me, ha-ha-ha.’ And we grimly join in her little giggle which ends most sentences.”
Lunchtime: the quality of the food may have fallen below acceptable standards on occasions but clearly we can see
from these photographs that the quantities provided were substantial.
In 1940, with the Phoney War a recent thing of the past and the threat of invasion a reality, the older pupils at the school, along with some of the German or Austrian born members of staff, were unexpectedly faced with a dramatic change in their fortunes. They were arrested and interned as enemy aliens. Erich Yitzchak remembered this unpleasant experience and wrote about it in the booklet, “From Whittingehame 1939 to Israel 1989”. He wrote:
"We were a group of thirty-six representing all the various groupings within the school. Accompanied by British guards, we travelled south to Lingfield Race Course, which had been turned into a PoW camp for German sailors caught in British ports with the outbreak of the war. Nearly 500 inhabited the camp and it came as a shock to us to be crowded into those same quarters and dining hall with German Nazis.
They were practically 'ruling' the camp and the guards felt afraid of them because of their disciplined Nazi organisation as well as of the possible dangers of an invasion. We, the Whittingehame group, had to decide how to handle such a confrontation, which the British had at the very best not understood.
After being served food by the Germans, we decided unanimously to go on hunger strike. …The British could not understand the mess they had made until they were told that we [were] demanding our own kitchen with kosher food and a reliable cook to dish out such food. After one whole day a French Jewish cook arrived…
The next morning we went out for roll-call… After the Germans finished their eins, zwei, drei, etc., we counted in Hebrew with the last chaver translating into English. The British were flabbergasted and Hans Heinemann had to explain that we were Zionists, our old/new homeland was in Palestine and our language Hebrew. We had a hard time until the Germans were sent to Canada and I remember a number of confrontations.
Some evenings we used to sit on the race-court steps and sing. The Nazis sang their antisemitic and Nazi songs. We in turn spontaneously sang Socialist or our Hebrew ones... [Once the Germans left] we passed the time with Italian PoWs who were civilians and only in part Fascists.
It may be important to remind ourselves that even amongst the Germans there were some anti-Nazis - some twenty men, two of [whom] were beaten up by the Nazis because they dared to contact us. After the Italians left, the camp turned into a large Refugee Internment camp and the cultural side of life became enriched by lots of talented people.
By mid-August the Home Secretary, Herbert Morrison, had been forced to release us as friendly aliens, but until the end of the war we had to report to local constables, even for a twenty-four hour absence. We returned to Whittingehame Farm School stronger in our beliefs…"
No doubt the return of the internees was a joyful occasion for all concerned. One can imagine, however, that this recent experience, combined with the determined streak exhibited throughout by the group of ex-internees, must have made Charles Maxwell and Lucy Laquer’s jobs that much more complex, if not difficult. It is no wonder that Mr Maxwell determined to run the school along lines which imitated a kibbutz rather than along the lines of a boarding school, already attempted so dramatically unsuccessfully, by the first Headmaster.
Once pupils reached their seventeenth birthday they had to leave Whittingehame and make their own way in life. That was an important element of the conditions the British Government had set before it would agree to the Kindertransport refugee resettlement programme. The Government initially had not intended that the Jewish children would remain in the UK on a permanent basis (though many eventually did). Some found jobs and settled in the UK, others set about the difficult task of trying to get to Israel, others moved on to the USA and elsewhere. For many, of course, there was still a war to win and a number of former Whittingehame pupils joined the British Forces. Haim Shoked (Kurt Tschmul) joined the British Navy (as recounted below).
Harry Nomburg (alias Harry Drew)
Harry Nomburg was another Whittingehame boy who joined the British Forces, in his case, the army and later the Commandos. In this photograph Harry is kneeling bottom right. Harry joined a rather special unit, 3 Troop, 10 Commando, made up of Jewish refugees who all spoke German. To hide their origin, each adopted an British surname. In Harry’s case he adopted the surname, Drew, in honour of William Farrington Drew, his former teacher at Whittingehame. You can find Harry’s story in the section under Fighting Back - Personal Histories. Here Harry tells the story of his part in the landings when he went ashore with Lord Lovat’s 1st Special Services Brigade on D-Day itself. Harry emigrated to America in 1948 and joined the 82nd Airborne Division of the American Army. He died in New York on February 21st, 1997. Engraved on his tombstone is;
“Fearless of those he fought
Selfless to those he loved
Family and friends”
Ursula Dobkowski on a visit back to Whittingehame
after she’d left to act as a children’s nurse/home help
Ursula Dobkowsky (Ursula Brodsky - Ester Golan) remembers what it was like to be a Jew in Nazi controlled Germany and how she came to Whittingehame
Ursula came direct from Berlin to Whittingehame with the first group to leave under the auspices of Youth-Aliya, with Palestine-Amt as guarantors. Ursula’s mother Else, living in the family home in Glogau, Germany, was a founder member of the Zionist organisation in the town and emigrating to Palestine was a dearly held ambition for the whole family. The family which lived well and ran a flourishing wholesale leather dealership and shoe shop in Glogau, suffered financial ruin due to the ramifications of the Wall Street Crash in 1929 but had recovered considerably by 1931. Ursula’s story, which follows, illustrates the growing desperation of Jewish families who wanted to emigrate to Palestine or elsewhere as the Nazi movement tightened its hold on German life and state. Ursula father Arno had fought in the German Army in World War One and she had an elder brother, Peter, and a younger sister, Marianne Renate. Let Ursula now take up the story in 1932:
"Peter, after 4th grade, in 1932, was enrolled in the Catholic Gymnasium. As a son of a war veteran with the Iron Cross he got a stipendum. The curriculum included Latin, Greek, English, French and many Classical subjects. When it came to Ursula’s turn, Jewish children were no longer admitted to the Gymnasium or Lyseum. While all the better pupils moved on, she had to stay on at the elementary school. The curriculum was basic at best and was changed to include a lot of Nazi propaganda. Ursula was the only Jewish girl in her class. Nobody talked to her and during the break, while other played together, she stood all by herself in the corner of the schoolyard.
In spite of all the injunctions against Jews, she participated in the ongoing activities, like drawing the Rathaussturm, family history research and learning to swim. In the summer of 1936, the teacher insisted that it was part of the curriculum, even if at the entrance there was a big sign ‘Fuer Hunder und Juden eintritt verboten’ (entrance forbidden for dogs and Jews). In those early days in the early 30s, boys joined the Hitlerjugend and the girls the BDM (the Bund deutscher Maedchen). In Glogau the Zionist youth movement was the one most Jewish children turned to. The Jewish community increased its activities, especially those for children, with Else Dobkowsky often giving a helping hand with costumes and makeup. Else also helped to set up a Zionist youth movement, which Peter and Ursula joined already in 1932. When Giora Josefsthal (who years later became a member of the Knesset...) heard that there was only Makkabi in Glogau, he made all the arrangements for the entire group to switch over to Habonim, a pioneer-oriented movement, directing its members to Kibbutzim....
Trying To Emigrate
Arno, being Jewish, could not find any employment at all. Else took on an Eduscho agency, taking in orders from Jewish families for coffee, tea, cocoa and chocolate. Being an excellent housekeeper and cook, to earn a bit of extra money, she did catering for birthdays, Bar-Mitzvah or other celebrations. ...Times were very difficult. Else and Arno were desperate. All efforts to find a way for all of the family to emigrate came to nothing. They heard of the possibility for children to be adopted in America. They filled out a form for Ursula and sent in a photo, one of those quick, cheap ones. It was returned with the remark that nobody would want to adopt such an ugly girl. Maybe if Ursula had had her hair done up nicely, a good photographer could have made something of her. But that did not help either. Meanwhile life went on, such as the outings with the youth movement. Ursula, being the smallest, had a hard time keeping up with everybody, but she did. She came to bid farewell to the first family that left Glogau in 1935 for Erez, Israel, and wished she could go along with them.
In 1936 her brother left home with a backpack and water bottle to go to a special Aliyah school in Berlin in preparation for joining Youth Aliyah. Else bid her son farewell ...
Moving To Berlin
The following year Ursula, dressed just like her brother, went off to a Habonim summer camp in Blankenese by Hamburgh, at a farm belonging to the Warburg family. There was a constant increase in restrictions for Jews and life in Glogau became more and more unbearable with no means to support the family. In 1937 Else went to Berlin to look for a small flat and a job. She found employment, as a household help, with Mrs Guttman and Mrs Wertheim, head of the Jewish-women organisation. Packing up to move to a much smaller place meant reducing the household and leaving behind belongings, such as furniture, curtains, books, paintings, toys, but above all parting from the extended family, old acquaintances and friends.
In December 1937 the family moved to a two-roomed flat in Berlin. No sooner had they got there, than they were told to move out again: Jews were not wanted there. They felt very lucky to find a place in Courbiere Str. 16, its entrance through the back yard. It was near Wittenberg Platz and Kurfuersten Strasse, close to the Jewish Cultural Club. Ursula was placed, for the remaining part of the 8th grade till Easter 1938, in a Jewish school in Klopstock Str. She did not know a soul in Berlin. She had a hard time catching up with the main subjects, Hebrew and Jewish history, never having studied them before in the Christian school.
Else’s Mother Leaves For Portugal
It was hard to get to make new friends, as there was constant moving, families emigrating, new ones moving to Berlin hoping to find a way out. Not knowing a soul in her vicinity Ursula was left to herself most of the time. For a few months she enrolled in an additional grade class, which was geared to keep the children who had finished their elementary education, off the street. Emil Oppenheim [an uncle] managed to get permission from the Portuguese government to let his mother Bertha Oppenheim [Else’s mother] join him in Oporto. On the 29th of January 1939, Else brought her mother, who had always lived with her, to Hamburg to see her get on board a freighter leaving for Lisbon where Emil would pick her up. For Else, never to see her mother again, was a hard blow.
Else had left no stone unturned in her efforts to get to Palestine. In September they invested their last pennies to be able to join a group leaving via Antwerp... travelling via Trieste and Istanbul to reach Palestine. But there was a long waiting list. Meanwhile Ursula hoped to fulfil her ardent wish which was to follow in her brother Peter’s footsteps and go with Youth Aliyah to a Kibbutz...
In October 1938 Ursula was finally accepted to join a preparation camp, taking place at the estate of the Schocken family in Ruednitz, near Berlin. There were some forty children aged around fifteen to be engaged in agricultural work for a month to prove their capability for Kibbutz life in Erez Israel. The 10th of November 1938, abruptly interrupted work on the farm, as well as all cultural and learning activities. Locked up in a room without radio, telephone or a newspaper for a couple of days, they had no clue as to why or what it was all about. Even when they had returned to the regular work schedule, they had heard rumours and were deep in contemplation, but never guessed as to the vast changes that they were to encounter on their return home. The preparation period was over by the end of November 1938. A panel had to approve everyone individually and the attending doctor turned Ursula down because of her being underweight for her age. This was a bitter pill for her to swallow. She feared that her parents would leave via Antwerp and she would be left behind... Much later she found out that the allocation had been cut in half and that those over sixteen years of age who were in danger of being sent to a KZ, a concentration camp, were given priority.
Synagogues had been burnt down and Jewish schools were closed. A waiting period set in, hanging on and hoping something would turn up. Ursula’s carefree early childhood had come to an abrupt end.
Trudi Wiessmueller, a Christian woman from Holland, had been to see Eichmann in Vienna and had got permission for children up to the age of fifteen to leave, unaccompanied by grownups. On December the 2nd, 1939, in the first Kindertransport, 500 children, some of them mere babies, left for England. They were temporarily housed in a summer camp in Devonport ... For each child a guarantor had to be found before more children could come. Foster homes, big houses or hostels had to be found to accommodate these children. Else was worried especially about what would become of her daughters. Recha Freier was trying to find placements for thirteen to fifteen-year olds in Holland, Sweden or England, at least until certificates could be got for them to join Youth Aliyah at a later date. ...Else consulted with Recha, who promised to see whether she could get Ursula onto one of the lists to go to England.
With no news, every day seemed like a year. Else, ever hopeful, carried on with her preparations in getting everything together to pack, in case there would be an opportunity, either for all of them or at least for the girls to leave. Lists were made to decide what to take, what to leave behind, what would fit into just one suitcase and a backpack, nametags had to be sewn onto every single item and some clothes needed alterations. At least it gave Ursula something to do. Else, almost daily, went to the Jewish authorities to plead with them. Betty-Hope, Arno’s sister on her way to America had stopped over in England and had found a family in London that was willing to take in little nine-year-old Marianne-Renate. Ursula was promised a place on the waiting list of a Kindertransport for the older children, perhaps under the auspices of Youth-Aliyah.
Ursula Leaves Her Parents And Germany
On the last day of Pesach, the call came to report at 10 o’clock in the evening to the Anhalter Bahnhof [Station]. A small transport of fifteen children was leaving for Whittingehame estate, the home of Lord Balfour in Scotland, via Flissingen in Holland, Dover, London and on to Edinburgh. The parting words ‘lehitraoth bearzenu’, till we meet again in our homeland, drone in Ursula’s ear up to this day. There was no time for tears. The train rolled in, last checkups and within ten minutes waving hands receded into the background.
[Ursula noted the parting words of her parents. These were ‘Do not be tempted by bad fellows Proverbs 1/10’ - her father. ‘As long as there is a future there is hope. Proverbs 23/18. See you again in our homeland - her mother]
The train stopped at the German/Dutch border. Everybody was ordered out for passport and luggage inspection. Only half the group had been dealt with and were told to get back to their compartment, when all of a sudden, the train left the station. Their luggage and passports stayed behind. Fear grabbed Ursula. Would the Dutch border police send them back to Germany? They were used to such incidents and told the frightened little girls not to worry and stay on the train to Vlissingen and to wait for the next train, which would bring the rest of the group. Ursula managed to phone Gisela Warburg in Berlin who was working for Youth Aliyah to inform her and ask for advice. Soon a couple of Dutch ladies from the Jewish community turned up and took care of rebooking the boat that had been missed.
The Channel crossing was rough and exhausted they reached Dover and then went on by train to London. They changed station and went on to Edinburgh and from there by bus to Whittingehame...Lord Traprain had put it at the disposal of Youth Aliyah for housing Jewish refugees and a farm school had been established.”
Ursula on the right at Whittingehame Farm School.
"…you are lucky to have all your children with you. We on the other hand are poor and abandoned parents. All our children are scattered far apart all over the world. I have given up all hope ever to be able to see them again. That is bitter. Even all the love that is shown to me by my dear husband, by my colleagues and friends can't help me to get over that. Nobody, but nobody, can imagine how I long to be with my children. I simply have to bear up to it. That is hard but I try to carry that burden in dignity. I do not complain about it to a soul. Words of sympathy do not help at all…"
Ursula’s parents were sent to Therenienstadt in October 1942 where Arno was killed on the 10th of February 1943. Else was taken to Auschwitz and was gassed in July 1944.
Whittingehame Farm School
"With no memory of the last part of the trip, Ursula had arrived in a new and strange world to her, six beds on either side of the room, an orange box between them and twelve unknown faces. She sat on her bed, her arms slung around the rucksack, which was too big to fit between the beds. 180 refugee children, aged thirteen to fifteen, from Austria, Czechoslovakia, Danzig and all parts of Germany thrown together, having to take care of themselves and look after the farmland. Most of the children were members of Zionist youth movements, Habonim, Shomer Hazair and Bachad, with the intention of reaching Palestine as soon as possible.”
Ester. Past and present.
Looking back on her years in the UK Ester wrote: “We did not suffer loss of identity as many of the other refugee children did. I managed to remain true to my people which was especially difficult once I had to leave Whittingehame and stand on my own two feet in a strange world. Whittingehame became home away from home for most of us. While there I felt relatively secure. Of the six years I remained forcedly in Great Britain, those days were the happiest of them all.”
Ester died in 2013 in Jerusalem.
[Editor: I am greatly indebted to Ester’s son, Dan Golan, for his kind permission allowing me to quote at length from Ester’s writings.]
Kurt serving on a frigate
in the Royal Navy.
This card was sent by Kurt to his mother to tell her of his safe arrival in Scotland.
Kurt Tschmul (also known as Haim Shoked), Another Former Pupil.
His daughter, Dr Ruth Amir, remembers him:
“My father, Kurst Tschmul, one of Balfour’s bairns, was born in Vienna in July 1922. He passed away on the same day in 1979, in Israel. He was only sixteen when the political union of Nazi Germany and Austria came into effect in March 1938. Following the ‘Night of the broken glass’ later that year, his father was arrested by the Nazis and sent to a concentration camp. He was released later and was ordered to leave Austria immediately. My grandparents had sought to increase the odds of survival by sending each of their two boys off to a different refuge. My father was sent to Britain on one of the first Kindertransports from Vienna in December 1938 and [soon came] to Whittingehame Estate. His younger brother went on a Kindertransport to Sweden a few months later, while his parents managed to flee in the last ship that sailed to Shanghi, China. The family lost contact during the war. My father [emigrated] to Palestine in the summer of 1939 since he could no longer stay in Britain under the Kindertransport arrangements after becoming seventeen years old. During the war he had voluntarily joined the Royal Navy in Palestine, serving as a sailor on a frigate.
My father spent less than a year at Whittingehame. However, this time was highly meaningful in ways that I came to appreciate only in recent years as I pursued my research on collective and private memory. Indeed, events occurring during early adulthood seem to have a particularly powerful impact on the rest of one’s life. My father, as I remember him, was an Anglophile. Although he was highly proficient in Hebrew, he adopted the English language as a mother tongue. Later I learned so did many of the kinder. He appreciated English literature and was much more comfortable in reading English than either German or Hebrew. He listened to the BBC on the radio, trusting it more than the Israeli media.
In those days Israelis were subjugated to the Zionist version of the ‘melting pot’ doctrine, which propagated total immersion and assimilation. The memory of the war and the Holocaust was to remain within the boundaries of the official narrative. Thus, keeping parts of his individual identity and clinging to them was quite unusual, not to say unacceptable. My father never talked in any detailed systematic manner of his experience, ‘in Scotland’. In those days, his generation hardly ever discussed their experience during the war. He never talked about the trauma of being forced to leave his family in such urgency and of the family practically being torn apart with no clear prospects for the future. Rather, he presented it as some kind of an adventurous experience - somewhat like an extended youth camp. He spoke about working on the farm, the cold winter with hardly any heating, the food and the fights among the children. He never set out to tell a full coherent story and I never really asked.
Thus, my father’s recollections came in bits and pieces. ...I attribute more and more of the daily routines and habits to his stay at the estate. It has a lot to do with the senses: taste, smell and sight. It is the way I was taught to cut the thin slices of bread, the thin cucumber slices, the bitter orange marmalade we had for breakfast rather than the red unidentified matter I saw at my friends’ houses and craved for, the meticulousness with which he had made tea, the black sauces he used with his food, all of which were obviously non-Israeli. As a child I could never understand his insistence on these ‘strange’ habits, which were so markedly distinctive. ...As a Balfour’s Bairn my father always longed to go back to Scotland and visit the Whittingehame estate, but never succeeded in fulfilling his wish. I am very contented and grateful to have been able to do so, with part of my family. After all, something of a Balfour’s Bairn is in me too and I cherish it.”
Dr Ruth Amir visited Whittingehame in 2001 to see where her father had stayed.
From the left - David Haire, Bob Mitchell, Ruth’s daughter, Lord Gerald Balfour, Ruth Amir, Ruth’s husband, Jack Tully Jackson
Norbert Abeles was a pupil at Whittingehame Farm School.
Here he recounts his often vivid recollections of his time there.
Norbert was born to liberal and assimilated Jewish parents in Vienna, Austria, in 1923.* His father, Siegfried, was a self-educated man from a working-class background who worked in the Welfare Section (Travellers’ Section) in the offices of the Jewish Community. As such he had to be careful that he was not seen to be offending religious laws by, for instance, eating non-kosher food, using the tram or smoking on a Saturday or being absent from services in the Synagogue. When he was a young man, he had taught the blind and the mentally and physically disadvantaged and was fascinated by old Jewish tales. He published three children’s books on the latter. Norbert’s father died in 1937 before the Anschluss.
Norbert’s uncle (his father’s brother), an invalid from World War One, and his non-Jewish partner were little affected. He died of natural causes in 1940. His adopted child was taken for forced labour to Germany and died in a bombing raid. Norbert’s aunt (his father’s sister) and her husband ran a small shop selling hats: both were killed by the Nazis. Norbert’s mother, Sabine Abeles (née Griffel) came from a middle-class family in Krakau (now in Poland) and she was deported on the sixth of May 1942 and killed five days later. An uncle (his mother’s brother) was killed by the Nazis in Croatia when they caught him after he had fled from Vienna.
Fortunately, a number of Norbert’s family escaped to Britain and survived. This included his mother’s brother (a physician), his wife and child as well as his mother’s senior sister and her daughter. His mother’s uncle and his non-Jewish wife and two sons likewise came to safety in Britain.
[*This means that while Norbert’s parents were Jewish, they were completed culturally integrated. In all external ways, they were like their gentile neighbours, in dress, habits, friendships, language, etc. etc.]
Norbert’s mother fell on hard times after her husband died as any ‘pension’ from his employer ceased after eight months. Norbert wrote, “Our fellow tenants in the three storey tenement behaved as usual, some said (confidentially) nasty things about the Nazis; only the daughter-in-law of the tenement’s owner was a conscious Nazi and she had my mother removed from the flat after I had gone to the UK.”
By 1938 conditions for Jews in Austria had visibly worsened. Norbert was not allowed to attend school after July 1938 and was physically assaulted on one occasion. However, since he didn’t look particularly Jewish, he normally managed to avoid such incidents. However, it was very difficult for many people, especially the poor, to obtain an exit visa. Many people simply did not have sufficient cash to pay for one in addition to the train ticket.
When the news of the Kindertransport reached his family Norbert’s mother didn’t hesitate and arranged for him to leave. He departed on a special train from Vienna on the 10th December 1938 and after a day’s journey reached the Channel coast where he embarked upon the SS Prague. By daybreak he had reached England and safety.
For a few days Norbert was housed in a bitterly cold holiday camp at Lowestoft where he was finally met by his Aunt Eva. Both then travelled north to Edinburgh where she and her TB specialist husband were living. The latter had enrolled at Surgeon’s Hall in order to pass the medical exams required to enable him to work in Britain. Norbert stayed with his aunt at 13 West Saville Terrace and was enrolled at Boroughmuir Secondary School.
Aunt Eva was to play a significant role in Norbert’s life at this stage. Norbert tells the story:
"She came from a very wealthy family in Czechoslovakia, [and] was a student at the University of Vienna when she married. Throughout her life she was an idealist and paid no attention to the requirements of practical existence. When she was young, she was a most ardent supporter of the extreme left but after the Nazis came, she became a most ardent Zionist and supporter of Judaism and wanted everybody else to do likewise. In her later life this emphasis on spiritual desire as opposed to practical life played havoc with her marriages and those around her.”
Norbert did well at Boroughmuir and despite the language barrier made good progress and gradually learnt English. He was particularly good at Maths and the Sciences, became interested in Scottish history and even had an essay of his, entitled ‘Sunset’, read out in class. He loved his time at this school during his short stay from January till Easter, 1939.
Norbert’s aunt introduced him to Dr Turk [the same lady Stephan Brienitzer met] who in turn introduced him to Captain and Mrs Gray-Buchanan. They became very important to Norbert who came to regard them as his second parents. They were very keen for Norbert to continue at Boroughmuir and possibly to go on to university, but Aunt Eva had other ideas. She maintained that all Jews had to go to Palestine and in her view the only suitable school for Norbert was Whittingehame Farm School. Aunt Eva told Norbert to confirm to Mr Cohen that he had a real calling to go to Palestine.
Sadly, Aunt Eva did little to help the Gray-Buchanans bring Norbert’s mother to the UK and she missed the chance when war intervened. Norbert, like so many others of his generation, never saw his mother again. She was deported from Vienna on the 6th May 1942 and killed five days later.
Norbert At Whittingehame Farm School –1939 - July 1941
Norbert’s experiences at Whittingehame School are especially valuable in enabling us to form a balanced view of life at the school. His reminiscences are those of an individualist, someone with sufficient strength of character to carve his own path and his views necessarily reflect this.
The Pupils And Zionism
Norbert continues his story:
“At Whittingehame Farm School I was made very welcome by Mr Maxwell and the staff. I did well at school, except in Hebrew. I very soon felt and realised that there was an undercurrent against Mr Maxwell and the staff who taught academic subjects. The origin of this was a group of fanatical Zionists who saw any non-Zionist subject as a waste of time. They were the leaders of the group that, more or less, organised the work distribution.
Among the pupils there were many who had other and more farsighted aims, but they were cowed into silence. The student population came from a very wide range of social status, educational background, religious outlook, nationality, maturity, political outlook and, in some cases, language. Such a widely differing body of students would never find itself in ONE school in normal circumstances. If you add to this the stress due to separation from family and home on the one hand and the drive toward the then nebulous ideals of Palestine on the other, all superimposed on their previous personal experience of extreme nationalism and fascism as well as discrimination for years, then you have an idea of the goings on at Whittingehame Farm School and what the staff had to cope with.
The streams in religion ranged from extreme Orthodox to non-observant to agnostic. Strangely enough attitudes in this respect had little to do with the attitude towards Zionism. This can be explained by the fact that attitude towards religion had been impressed in the parental home, while the attitude towards Zionism was the result of the inputs from later Youth organisations and Whittingehame Farm School.
I should say at this stage that Jewish Zionist Youth organisations in Vienna aimed at the training of young people for rural life in Palestine (Hachshara), which raised the hope of subsequent emigration. Whittingehame Farm School was for many a further link in this planned training aimed at communal rural life in Palestine.
However desirable it was under the given circumstances, it was not a normal development of fourteen and fifteen-year olds, being too centred on a very narrow field at too early an age. For this group the continuation of their training at Whittingehame Farm School had been the condition of their emigration from Germany and they were fanatical Zionists.
However, even among this group the enthusiasm began to weaken in the free atmosphere once outside Germany. On the other hand, the pressure of the group often prevented the individuals from ‘deserting’ the cause. For example, Eva Behrend and Heinz Frankenstein, having reached the age limit [for attendance at Whittingehame] were sent to Palestine at the end of ’39 or early ’40. They told me, confidentially, that they did not want to go as their Zionism was only pretended to pacify the majority.
Later, about 1947, I met Eva by accident in front of Buckingham Palace: she had married a British soldier in Palestine and had become a London housewife. In fact, the majority of ex-Whittingehame Farm School pupils either stayed in the UK or went to the USA and other places. Only a small proportion went to Palestine or Israel. It showed that Zionism as practised at Whittingehame was very much a matter of external pressure on immature and disturbed minds.
Another group consisted of those, who (like me) had landed in Whittingehame for the simple reason that they had nowhere else to go to (no foster parents) and who, therefore, had to pretend that they felt the urge to go to Palestine. Group pressure at the school did the rest.
For those who did not experience fascism and National Socialism, it may be difficult to understand the way people acted and thought in those days. Nationalism rose in Europe after Napoleon, resulting ultimately in the creation of Germany and Italy and fostering Russian Pan-Slavism as well as numerous other isms. Zionism could well be conceived as another form of nationalism: at the time of the rise of Fascism there arose a very radical form of Zionism whose descendants became prominent in Israel and who are with us to this day. This outlook existed in Whittingehame Farm School and it made its presence felt by its uncompromising attitude.
The pro-Zionist faction at Whittingehame wanted no teaching of English or the normal school subjects; they only wanted Hebrew, Zionism, Zionist history, etc., and a limit on other subject classes. They did not want non-Zionist teachers and wanted more young, fanatical Zionists to inspire the student body (Madrichim).
These Madrichims had great influence on the students, possibly because of their fanatical pro-Zionism. They tended to undermine Mr Maxwell’s endeavours to give us all a good and balanced education. They objected to the presence of non-Zionists on the staff and wanted us to learn Hebrew and the history of Zionism rather than Maths, Science and English. This influence over the students was evident until Mr Maxwell left and was replaced by Rev. Cherrick together with about six Madrichims (young continental fanatical Zionists). The scholastic part of the education at Whittingehame Farm School was lost and was replaced by voluntary meetings in the evenings. I was glad when I could leave when these changes were implemented.
OppositionA group of students – all male – actively opposed this negation of education and normal life. I was one of them, Rudi Walter another, so was Harry Nomburg. Altogether we were six or so. As we were ‘excluded’ from the community we ate at a separate table but that was about all. Some chaps did not speak to us; we did not care. We had many secret supporters who did not have the courage to support us openly.
One important ‘law’ of the community was that nobody should possess any money and we were supposed to give our money into the communal fund. If we needed anything the community would buy it for us. This ‘law’ was based on the more extreme type of Palestinian Kibbutz, which the fanatics tried to recreate in Scotland. It denied the possibility of learning how to handle money to the growing youngsters.
Work At Whittingehame Farm School
During my stay at Whittingehame I worked in a variety of activities: in agricultural planting and harvesting potatoes, sugar beets, wheat; looking after cows and sheep (including at lambing time); forestry work, etc. In the house I worked on dishwashing duties, cleaning rooms and floors, stairs and passages, looking after the communal boilers for hot water as well as a period in the sewing room. In my own time worked in the darkroom developing plates, films and photos for the administration, staff and students. I was a keen reader and borrowed books from Mr Walters and Mr Drew. By this means I added a lot to my then existing general knowledge as well as in English. I did not excel in Hebrew.”
Norbert relates two incidents which both serve to give us additional insight into life behind the façade of Whittingehame Farm School. The first gives an interesting overview of cultural differences between Scotland and Austria in the 1930 and 1940s. This describes a problem over discipline.
“I now want to describe a notable encounter between Mr Maxwell and myself which explains a lot about the various directions that existed in the school and the mutual lack of understanding. However, for you to understand it all, I have to delve a little into history.
Prior to 1918, the Habsburgs reigned over a vast empire with various degrees of participation by their subjects and the various nobilities (of all nationalities) being in a privileged position. After 1918 nationalism had free reign (except in Czechoslovakia and Yugoslavia where it was kept hidden until 1990+) and many states emerged from the body of Austria-Hungary. In federal Austria the government was to the right (all ex-Imperial officials) with no loyalty to the republic, whilst the state government in Vienna was socialist and full of idealism and anti-empire.
Following the initial federal coalition government (which lasted two years) corporal punishment was strictly prohibited in all schools. Nowhere was this more strictly enforced than in red Vienna. We were taught about the ‘old’ school where children were assaulted, because their teachers were either too lazy or too arrogant to explain to the pupils why they should not do certain things, why they should work hard, etc.
In a free republic the strong were not allowed to beat the weak, unlike under the empire where the aristocrats and the rich could get away with anything. This type of class propaganda was what we grew up with. Corporal punishment in school was to us a living example of the injustices of an antiquated and unjust regime.
When I went to Boroughmuir school in 1939 I held these views, which had been strengthened by my experiences under a Fascist regime in Austria and later by the Nazis. I was happy at school, but I had been sailing close to the wind. One day a female English teacher, an elderly lady, who had been very helpful to me, called a boy to the front and to my horror she produced a strap and the stupid boy let her smack his outstretched hand with it.
I was ready to run out of the class as I had never seen such action before, and I lost all esteem for the teacher and respect for the students for putting up with it. To my astonishment there was no reaction from the class and things went on as usual, without the teacher being arrested by the police. It slowly dawned on me that there are different ways of looking at this problem and I was reconciled to the new practice, although I did not approve of it. I was surprised that in an advanced country such as Britain, these old-fashioned and primitive methods were still being practiced.
At Whittingehame Farm School I knew English better than most other students and I understood Mr Maxwell’s endeavours to provide us with a good and useful education irrespective of temporary political pressures. As a result, and because of other common interests, such as photography and science, a good relationship developed.
One day the place was in an uproar. Apparently, Mr Maxwell, assisted by another teacher, had tried to submit a boy (ex-Viennese) to corporal punishment for some offence. The school was in a disorganised state with strikes and demonstrations and things were really bad. Recalling my experience at Boroughmuir school and appreciating the different attitudes towards corporal punishment in Scotland and Vienna, with all its associated politics, I felt that it was my duty to talk to Mr Maxwell and to explain to him why corporal punishment had met with such a strong reaction from the students, especially as he had no idea about the ideas behind it.
This is precisely what I did following my request for a private meeting with him. I found him to be a very interested listener and he asked me a number of questions: he found it particularly difficult to believe that you could do without any corporal punishment and still run an effective class. However, I told him I had gone through nine years of schooling in Vienna without seeing a single instance of corporal punishment and I suggested to him to ask this question of all the other Viennese children to check my answer. I think that I persuaded him that it could be done, and he thanked me for my help and good will.
Later on he defused the situation by telling the students that he had been unaware that in Austria we had no corporal punishment in schools, unlike in Scotland. If he had been aware of this position, he would have used other methods of discipline and he gave the assurance not to impose this type of punishment again. I for my part did not tell anyone at the school about my meeting with Mr Maxwell.”
The second tale illustrates that students at Whittingehame Farm School must have had a reasonable degree of freedom to come and go in the surrounding countryside. Let Norbert take up the story:
“In late summer in 1939 I had an adventure which became widely known in Whittingehame. I was friendly with a girl from Germany named Eva Behrendt. On a Saturday afternoon we decided to walk up Traprain Law. I had been up there before. Having experienced real mountains in Austria, I regarded Traprain Law as a small hill. To me the only way up was up the gentle rise on the eastern slope approaching from Luggate. The southern side had a very steep slope, with some rocks; some overhangs and was, for this reason, uninteresting to me, as I had no intention of going there. Regrettably, I had failed to discuss this with Eva assuming (wrongly) that she had the same background, whilst in fact she had no experience of even small hills such as Traprain Law.
We walked up as anticipated and moved around the plateau, which is very undulating. There was a stiff breeze blowing from the west making communication even over small distances difficult. Eva roamed around at the top looking for flowers and, I believe, went to relieve herself, while I kept at a distance. I then could not find her despite calling and searching. I concluded that she had maybe descended and hurried down along the path we had come up. The wind made any attempt at communication impossible.
When I did not find her at the low level, I climbed up again, calling and looking anxiously. I searched the plateau and near its southern edge. There I heard her in a place which was about vertically above the rocks. It was obvious that she could not come up again at this spot: therefore, I decided to go down. I slid down a rock chimney and within a few minutes I was next to her.
The problem now was how to get down as it was getting dark. I had no idea of the details of the face, as I had never thought that I would ever be there amongst the rocks. I gambled and decided to go west and try to get down that way, but it was difficult as the light was fading. We went forward cautiously then I found a tree and that was of importance. I remembered having seen this tree from below and knew that it grew above an overhang.
As any progress in that area in the dark was therefore dangerous, I decided, much against Eva’s protestations, to stay put until morning, as I had no wish to break my neck. And this is what we did. Luckily it did not rain, and we only had to ensure that we did not slide down while resting. In the morning we continued westward but went uphill. On reaching the plateau we turned east and then descended on the customary path.
We made our way back to the school where we found a very relieved Mr Maxwell who had been out during the night with other staff to look for us. The wind had made this futile. I explained what had happened and he said that I had acted wisely and that was the end of the matter. However, the inhabitants of Whittingehame still remembered it when I visited there with my then wife in 1952, thirteen years after the event.”
I asked Norbert if pupils at the school had worn any uniform. He replied:
"There was no official uniform, but it tended that way the longer the school lasted. The children had unequal amounts, quality and types of clothing on arrival, as they came from different backgrounds and had departed under different circumstances. Also, the type of work they did required clothing of a certain type. For this reason, the authorities in Whittingehame Farm School decided to supply clothing as needed.
I have read about this phase described in a contribution by the Matron, Lucy Laquer. She said that Mr Cohen was going to supply brown shirts and shorts - it was probably khaki. The matron objected strongly to this on the basis of the similarity to the brown-shirted S.A. in Nazi Germany.
For this reason, we were supplied with strong, dark blue shirts, blue dungarees, green long-sleeved shirts for leisure wear, dark blue shorts, dark blue pullovers, etc. I do not recollect it all. There was no rule about wearing these, but they were the obvious choice as children outgrew their clothes.”
During the war Mr Drew became engaged to Eva Bickhard but lost his life over the Atlantic in the RAF before they could be married. Norbert had this to say about them:
“It had been evident to me that Eva had a crush on Mr Drew, the much-loved teacher. So, it came as no surprise to me to hear, after Whittingehame had closed, that the two were engaged. Just before Mr Drew set out on his last, fatal mission, I met him by accident in the refugee centre in Sauchiehall Street in Glasgow and we mentioned Eva, who was staying with his mother. She continued to do so after he was declared missing. It became known after about a year or so, that Eva had died as a result of her nightgown catching fire from a radiator. Tragic!”
In 1940 Norbert was unfortunate to be interned for several months along with a number of other Whittingehame Farm School pupils as ‘enemy aliens’, an event symptomatic of the general confusion of those early months of the war.
There is insufficient space here to record in full Norbert’s life after he left Whittingehame. However, a number of facts bear inclusion. He left Whittingehame in July 1941 and went to Glasgow for training as a fitter and later joined a firm in Hillington that produced injector bodies for aircraft. Through hard work and study, he took charge of a complete shift until he was granted a bursary by the Corporation of Glasgow to have a year of full-time study which led to the Diploma of the Royal Technical College and part one of an external degree. He left this company in 1947 after he had become a British citizen and went to Preston where his uncle, the doctor, was living. There he joined English Electric.
It was in Preston that Norbert met his first wife. She had come to the UK after the war under a scheme to recruit foreign workers for local hospitals. During the war she had been a nursing assistant in the German navy (Danube flotilla). Her brother had been killed in the army in France and the family had supported the ruling Nazis. However, this did not matter to either of them and they got married after fifteen months and stayed happily married for over twenty-five years until her death in 1976. Interestingly, both sides of his family accepted her readily as, in his case, did his wife’s relatives in Austria.
Norbert now returned to Glasgow to take a degree and having succeeded in this he became an Assistant Lecturer in Middlesbrough. The Chairman of the Scottish branch of the National Coal board was officiating at the graduation and turned out to be Lord Balfour of Whittingehame. Norbert made contact, was mentioned and appeared in local papers. He was later invited back to Whittingehame where he stayed as Lord Balfour’s guest for a week. This was the start of a long-lasting relationship which included the arrival of pheasants by post every August!
In January 1956 he and his wife left the UK after Norbert had applied to the Colonial Office, had joined H.M. Overseas Civil Service and had been appointed as a lecturer in Lagos, Nigeria. He has remained in Africa ever since and has married again.
Two additional episodes deserve mention. In Norbert’s own words:
“Lady Traprain, as she then was, used to take all the children, who had their birthday during a particular month, on a family picnic with her own children, i.e. Gerald and the two girls. I well remember when I went with her and the children to North Berwick on a sunny day and had a lovely tea and cake. Due to the war this practice had unfortunately to be stopped later. The value of the gesture and the temporary return to normal domestic circumstances for the children who had to leave their homes and parents cannot be overestimated.”
“I was in contact with Mr Maxwell again in about 1983. He was married and living in South Africa. As I had an African wife at the time and South Africa was under apartheid, we did not continue the correspondence”
Norbert Abeles and his first wife and family.
Norbert and his wife Jenny.
Whittingehame Farm School Closes Down
Running a school at Whittingehame House had always been shoestring operation, a stopgap emergency measure to house a large number of refugee children rather than see them left to the mercies of the Nazis. In late 1941 Whittingehame Farm School was closed down and the remaining children moved to Polton House near Lasswade in Midlothian. Polton House was run along very similar lines to Whittingehame Farm School and the Principal, Mr Zulawel, was very keen to emphasise the ‘ordinariness’ of the children, presumably to make their transition into life in the UK or elsewhere, easier.
A Whittingehame Farm School Reunion In Israel, 1989
Former refugees and pupils of Whittingehame Farm School met at Kibbutz Lavie in Israel
for a reunion in 1989, in part organised by Ester Golan.
“...every one of them had his hidden personal tragedy in the background, each was profoundly alone.” - The Countess of Balfour.
Who Was There?
The following list depends upon human memory rather than any official document. There will be errors and certainly omissions. Please help me to correct these faults and to extend the list. Those highlighted in red have been in touch (in person or via descendants) and have provided details of their lives. The initials of the person who has given the information is at the end of the note.
Alpern, Herbert - transferred to South of England. Killed in air raid (N. A.)
Berend, Eva - Sent to Palestine. Married British soldier. Resident London (N.A.)
Bickhard, Eva - Engaged to W F Drew but died in a domestic accident.
Blumenthal, Henry - Ran a garage near Swiss Cottage which son runs now. Died (N.A.)
Czerninsky, Manfred - his daughter seeks information. See below.
Danziger, Myrjam - aka Marie Dancygier
Dobkowsky, Ursel - settled in Palestine, Now deceased (herself and her son)
Enoch, Gerti - settled and married in south of England. Passed away Sept. 2016
Forger , Joseph (Hesi)
Frankenstein, Heinz - sent to Palestine (N.A.)
Frankel, Heinz - Emigrated to Palestine and served in the Haganah
Frisch, Manfred (Baby)
Fuchs, Frlizitas (Lizzi)
Jakobins, Arno (Locki)
Kariel, Peter - plumber in London. Died around 1995. (N.A.)
Krohnheim, Joachim (Ike)
Narai, Anneliese - became a nurse/Sister in London. Now deceased. (her daughter)
Petuchowsky, Jakob - became a Rabbi. Now dead. (N.A.)
Samaskewitz, Georg - Died about 1954 (N.A.)
Schimofsky, Josef - joined the army (son)
Tschmul, Kurt - joined the navy. Emigrated to Palestine. Now deceased. (daughter)
Walter, Rudi - Engineer who married a fellow refugee in London. (N.A.)
NOTE To Relatives Of Whittingehame’s Former Jewish Pupils
A significant number of additional photographs have been uploaded into the relevant section under ‘Media’. I have included, with Mike Challis’s very kind permission, a collection of individual and group photographs which William Farrington Drew took of pupils at Whittingehame Farm School. I have done so to enable anyone trying to trace relatives who stayed at the school to find their loved ones. It is my fervent hope (and Mike’s) that visitors to this site will get in contact to allow us to put names to faces. Please do!
1. Joseph Schimowsky - Joseph’s son, David Symes, kindly passed on the following information about his father (who is now identified in one of the pictures on the Media page). Note that it includes an active link to a short film David has made about his family and the laying of stolpersteines.
“My father left Whittingehame Farm School and found work in a chicken farm in Essex (now a runway at Gatwick airport) before first joining the Royal Sussex and later Royal Surrey Regiments. He fought in Borneo and after the war served with Lord Mountbatten in Singapore - and, I believe, India - as part of the War Crimes Commission - having some responsibility for the final days of care of Japanese soldiers facing execution.
I was eventually able to trace my grandparents’ movements and as a result could commemorate their suffering by the placing of stolpersteines (stumble stones) in the pavement near to the site of their former family home in Dortmund. I recorded the event in a Youtube video which made use of some of the photos of my father's time at Whittinghame Farm School. I can see from the photographs that my father learnt much from his time [there] and was able to apply many of the skills he learnt then later in his life.
The work that Jack and now you and Mike are doing to ensure this period of history is not lost is not only valuable in its own right but is also a great comfort to those whose parents and grandparents were helped by Whittinghame Farm School. This is especially so when (like my father) those who were there drew a veil over all events related to their experiences - to avoid confronting again the pain they endured."
2. Norbert Abeles - Now lives in Malawi and has been in touch to help correct the spelling of names and to tell of his time at Whittingehame. He has also given details of the fate of a number of Whittingehame Farm School’s pupils (as noted above). Norbert’s account of his time at Whittingehame Farm School is particularly valuable evidence as he gives us a detailed account of his time there and this allows us to see ‘behind the scenes’ of the school in a way hitherto denied us. See above.
3. Anneliese Narai - Mary Allen, Anneliese’s daughter, wrote to fill in some details of her late mother’s time at Whittingehame. Anneliese spent two years at Whittingehame after successfully fleeing Austria in an early Kindertransport from Vienna. She arrived in the UK on 12 December 1938 and moved north to Scotland where she attended Whittingehame Farm School from January 1939 until 1941. She later trained as a nurse in London and became a Sister in a variety of hospitals. Mary wrote that her mother wasn’t very informative about her youthful experiences, so I have no doubt that she would appreciate any information from any source to help her fill in the gaps. You can do so by contacting myself via this site. 8th July 2016.
4. Heinz (Harry) Frankel - Wilfred Stein, Emeritus Professor of Biophysics at the Hebrew University of Jerusalem, wrote recently about his brother-in-law Harry. Harry had come to the UK from Danzig on a Kindertransport in 1939 and had first gone to the Cadbury family near Birmingham before transferring to Whittingehame F.S. He later emigrated to Palestine where he served for a period in the Haganah. He may have been confused with Heinz Frankenstein. 9th February 2017.
5. Gertrude (Gerti) Enoch - One of Gertrude’s sons, Peter Stevens, got in touch to tell of the passing of his mother in September 2016. She had moved to London after Whittingehame, married and settled in the south of England.
6. Kurt Jahoda - Kurt’s daughter, Naomi, got in touch to identify her father’s photograph. 27th June 2017.
7. Manfred Czerninsky - His daughter, Alli Curtis is seeking information about her father Manfred, can you help? 9th May 2019.
I have quoted here from the booklet “From Whittingehame 1939 to Israel 1989” and have included memories by a number of former pupils who, I hope, will forgive my actions. I have tried to contact as many of these former pupils as possible but have failed to contact some, especially Erich Yitzchak. If anyone should be in the position to grant or refuse permission to publish these accounts, would they please get in touch via the contact e-mail shown below.