PAPERBACK BOOKS
TIME OF TERROR - TIME OF JOY

Born into Nazi Germany during WWII, this is the extraordinary story of Elsie Thieme. Forced to steal coal as a child to survive, living off ration cards and at the whim of the government, her early life of hardship was filled with dreams of becoming a ballerina, and throughout the fall of Germany and the Russian occupation, she never once wavered in her desire to dance.

After working two jobs to fund dance lessons, she was forced to flee East Germany after a violent attack at the hands of Russian soldiers, or risk being betrayed to the communist regime. The perilous crossing from communist Germany into American territory marked the beginning of another life of fame and fortune, and a new adventure…

An exciting journey across the world, experiencing exotic locales and colourful characters, as a prima ballerina, wife and mother, Time of Terror, Time of Joy paints a vivid picture of life in post war Europe and beyond, and of one woman’s determination to survive and thrive.

In Store Price: $AU21.95 
Online Price:   $AU20.95

ISBN: 1-9210-0580-7
Format: A5 Paperback
Number of pages: 161
Genre:
Non Fiction/Memoir

Buy as an Ebook version - $AUD9.00 pdf upload.


Author: Elsie Thieme 
Publisher: Zeus Publications
Date Published: 2005
Language: English

HOME PAGE

 AUTHOR’S PROFILE  

Elsie Thieme was born in Germany and spent her early years in Jena, where she was educated and attended ballet school. She performed in a number of ballet productions in East Germany after the Russian occupation. Elsie was forced to escape to West Germany after a brush with the authorities. She continued to perform in Europe and throughout the Middle East and later travelled in South America and the U.S.A.             Because of all her travels Elsie is proficient in many languages. She currently resides on the Gold Coast in Queensland, Australia, with her partner Ray.

CHAPTER ONE

 Germany  

I woke up in the middle of the night as I heard my mother screaming, ‘Come back to us!  Don’t leave us alone.’

I got up quickly and went to her room, “Mom, what is it?”

“Elsie, I had the most frightening dream about your father running away from us, with something like a big cable or wire in his hands, and there was gunfire and explosions behind him. When is this war going to end?”

“Mom, calm down, you are only worried because we haven’t heard from Dad for a long time now, and there is heavy fighting going on in Russia.  Please, Mom, try to go back to sleep.”

My little brother Wolfgang woke up, “Elsie, what’s happening?  Do we have to go to the bunker?  I didn’t hear the siren.”

“No, no, Wolfgang.  Mom had a bad dream.  Go back to sleep and be quiet, you’ll wake your brother.  We might not have an air attack tonight.”

I went back to bed but I couldn’t get back to sleep.  I was really scared for my dad, as there was a big battle in Stalingrad (Russia) where he was stationed. I remember, when I was little, him picking me up and dancing around with me, ‘How’s my little ballerina?  My little Elsie, you are going to be one of the greatest dancers one day!  You will be the best ballerina in Germany.’

“Dad, please come back to us, don’t die so far away.” I was crying now.  Getting out of bed, I lit up a candle to make sure no light was showing through the windows, which were draped with black paper because of the blackouts, and I started writing my father a letter. 

Dear Dad,

I hope this letter will reach you.  I miss you so much.  You always gave me hope and you believed that I could become a good ballerina, but everything has changed.  I don’t have much time to go to ballet classes anymore. The posters on the walls in our city say, ‘The Fuhrer expects your sacrifice’, so us children sacrifice our time after school and on holidays. This summer we went to the villages and helped the farmers bring in the harvest, because most of the men are in the army.  Dad, I am very proud to help our fatherland, but Mom thinks I should do more homework and go more often to ballet classes. Dad, I know you will agree with me that first we have to win the war. Our Fuhrer will do it if we all give our help for our fatherland. 

Many hugs and kisses,

Your daughter,

Elsie

 

“Oh, there goes the siren again. Get up Wolfgang, Erich, come on; let’s go to the bunker.  Quick.  The enemy planes are near – I can hear them.  Mom, are you ready?”

“Elsie, please take your brothers and go without me; I am not feeling well.” 

“Mom, please come or we are all going to stay here and die together.”

A bomb must have been dropped nearby, as everything was shaking and the windows were rattling. Mom jumped up, took Wolfgang in her arms, and grabbed the little suitcase where we kept all our important papers (birth certificates etc.). I took my brother Erich’s hand and we all ran down the street to the bunker.  As the war went on – year after year, the air raids got worse, and there were so many disasters and so much destruction. 

Around 4:00 am the next day the siren sounded, letting us know it was safe to leave the bunker.  We went home, thanking God that we were still alive and that our house hadn’t been destroyed. 

*  *  *

 

That winter was very cold.  It was 15° C below zero.  Even our toilet water froze.  We had very little coal and wood left.  We hardly ever had any, unless my brother and I went into the forest to find some fallen branches.  It was just about impossible, as we had so much snow that year, and all the wood was wet and damp.  I was feeling desperate; I didn’t know how to help my mother find any more firewood – but then I heard from the kids in our neighborhood that they knew how to come by some coal.

“Please, take me with you. My mother is sick with a bad cold and we all are freezing in our house.”

One of the boys asked me, “Can you run fast and keep your mouth shut if someone asks you where you got the coal from?” 

“Oh, yes.  Please, take me with you.  I am a very fast runner.  In school sports I was always the first in running.” 

“OK,” he said, “Go to your house and bring back two big old bags or sacks to carry your coal in.”

“Where are we going?”  I asked. 

     “Don’t ask any questions, just follow us.”

After walking for about an hour we arrived at the train station, and there I saw a cargo train with many wagons full of black coal that was transported every week to some factories.  Sometimes the train would not stop, but would pass very slowly through the station. 

I started to run towards the train, when the leader of our little group caught my arm and threw me on the ground yelling, “Do you want to get us all into trouble, you stupid little girl. Don’t you see the stationmaster?” 

We waited until another train arrived and the stationmaster went to the other side of the station, and then we all ducked down and started running towards the wagons with the coal in them.  My heart was pumping so fast! It was the first time that I had stolen anything in my life and I was really scared, but thoughts of my family freezing kept me going. 

I quickly took as much coal as I could fit into my bags, and then I ran away with the other kids.  It was a hard walk back with the heavy bags, but the thought of the happy smile on my mother’s face when she saw all this coal kept me going!

When I got back, I called out, “Come out, Mom, look what I have.”

“Elsie, I can’t,” she said. “I am in bed.  I think I have a fever.”

I felt my mother’s forehead. “Mom, you are burning up.” I became very worried as at that time in the war we couldn’t find a doctor to call at our house, and if we took her to hospital on the tram in the freezing cold, she surely would die. 

“Elsie, go to the Vogels down the road and ask Herr Vogel if he would come and see me.  He is a male nurse.” 

I ran down to his home and started pounding on the door. “Please, open the door.” 

Mrs Vogel opened the door. “What is it, Elsie?” she said. 

“Frau Vogel, is your husband home?”

“Yes, he just got home from the hospital.” 

I was feeling a little relieved now. “Could you please ask him if he would come to our house to see my mother?  She is very sick.”

“Ja, ja, I will come,” he said from inside. 

When he arrived, he told me to take my brothers and go into the other room.  We all huddled together, waiting.

After about half an hour, he came to us and said, “Listen, children, your mother is very ill.  If I am right, she has pneumonia.  I have given her some medicine for now, and tomorrow I will bring some more from the hospital, but you will have to do the rest Elsie.  I know that your ration cards for food are not much, but you will have to give most of it to your mother.  She needs plenty of milk and butter to make it through the illness.  She is already pretty weak.  I guess she has been giving you children most of the food.  I’ll be back tomorrow after work.  My wife will come over in the morning to see how your mother is doing.  Also, Elsie, change and wet the towel that I have put on your mother’s forehead every five minutes until she falls asleep.”

After he left, I wet the towel again and put it on Mom’s forehead as he had asked.    “How are you feeling, Mom?”

“I’m very tired,” she said. “I guess the medicine is making me tired, but I have to get up and make you children some dinner.”

“Mom,” I said, “if you want to be well again you will have to do as I tell you.  Don’t worry about us; I will take care of my brothers.  You just relax and try to go to sleep.” 

The next day Frau Vogel came over and told us to go to school, as she would sit with our mother for the day. 

On my way to class I had an idea.  I knew that, on the farm where I helped to bring in the harvest in the summer time, they always had more food than us city folks.  So, after asking for permission to leave school early, I took off for the farm.  When I arrived I was asked to come in to dry myself by the fire. 

“Now tell me,” said the lady, “what brings you here in this bad weather?” 

I told her the story about my mother’s illness and how she needed more food to get well.

“You came all this way to help your mother,” she exclaimed.  “Well, let me see what I can do to help you.  I think this will help you out.”  She gave me butter, milk, ham and bread.  Then she told me that on her next trip into town she would bring us some more food. 

I hugged her and thanked her, and left for home.  It would take me at least two hours because of the snow.  In summertime it was easier, as I could ride my bicycle.

As soon as I got home, Mom and my brothers were curious as to my whereabouts.

“Elsie, where in God’s name have you been?” Mom asked.  I showed her all my bags of food.

“My dear God! Did you steal all that food?” she asked.

“No, Mom, I went to the farm and a kind lady gave it to me.  Now, you must relax and I will cook you a nice meal.” 

So, with the help of our neighbors the Vogels, and that wonderful lady from the farm, our mother gradually became stronger.   

Now that she was getting better, I could start going back to my dancing classes again. Christmas was close, and every year around that time our ballet school would perform a play for children.  This year they were playing the fairytale, Hansel and Gretel, by the brothers Grimm, and I hoped to be in the play. 

The next day at ballet school the teacher was selecting the dancers.  We were all lined up.  After the leading parts of the older girls were selected, she said, “Now, I need four girls to play the angels.”

I held my breath, and prayed that she would choose me.  I heard her calling out the names, which she had already picked out beforehand.  Suddenly, I felt a girl push me, “Can’t you hear?” she whispered. 

“Elsie, Elsie Thieme,” the teacher was calling out. “You will be the fourth angel.” 

I was so happy and excited!  It would be my first chance to dance in front of an audience.

The next day we started rehearsals. We four angels danced beautifully around Hansel and Gretel while they were sleeping in the forest. I worked hard during our rehearsals, so that I would be perfect and the teacher would give me an extra solo in the dance.  It was like a dream come true. 

Mom was feeling better, and she was in the audience with my brothers for the performance.  I had only one wish left – that the war would end soon so that my dad could come home.

 

Click on the cart below to purchase this book:                 

HOME PAGE

All Prices in Australian Dollars                                                                    CURRENCY CONVERTER

(c)2005 Zeus Publications           All rights reserved.