New Blog Series on my Mashugana Family (Hard to Believe People This Crazy Once Existed)

Well it finally happened. The story of my mashugana family is going to be told. My mom always wanted me to be writer. But as her father said in his 1952 letter to the Swiss government, she had the equivalent schooling of an eight year old. She saw I was writing all these boring religious things and wanted me to write about her, but she really didn't have much of an idea what was going on around her. I love my mother but it is probably true. Anyway, it will start to get exposed by Gigi here. 

Wow! You could write a book about your family! ... Are you kidding... You've got multi-generational interest... from Hermann to Georg to Margarete and Yvonne to Edgar... and proof that the Swiss were not as "neutral" as they like to think... and how people could slip through the cracks of "not our problem" and no one really cared. Deep human interest story...

I am flattered but no one in my family ever thought it was so interest. Sort of depressing to be honest. But don't listen to me. Listen to Gigi and follow at the other blog. 

I knew always knew I came from a mentally challenged family by the way my mom always qualified her remembrance of the past. When I was 16 the Canadian government had this census and this other mother down the street was organizing it and gave me a job as a census taker. She was Swiss and she wanted to be friends with my mom. My mom wanted nothing to do with her. HATED the Swiss more than the Germans, more than Nazis. I always thought that was weird. She could marry a German but Swiss. Really, really hated the Swiss. 

 

Letter from My Grandfather to the Swiss Authorities About My Mom

G. Frank

Munich 15, February 25, 1952
Bayerstraße 31

To the
Committee “Les du Léman”
Vevey
Switzerland

Dear Sir or Madam,

I owe your address to Mrs. Goldberg of Mt. Pèlerin.

I am the father of Evelyne Gundelfinger and have been living in Munich again since April 1947. On January 10 of this year I succeeded for the first time in establishing direct contact with my daughter. Since my arrest on September 1, 1939, in Paris, I have not seen my daughter again. I repeatedly tried to get in touch with her; through her mother I did not even know whether my daughter was still alive. I have often tried, through Dr. Justiz and also through the Jewish Committee in Zurich, to obtain my daughter’s address. When I then attempted to write to my divorced wife, I did receive an answer, but never any sign of life regarding my daughter. My divorced wife only kept asking me for money, by fair means and foul; but I was unfortunately unable to send it. First, I had to build a livelihood, and second, I had no way of obtaining foreign currency. I was never sure either that any money I might send would actually be spent on my daughter.

Two years ago I again received such a reply from my divorced wife to an inquiry about my daughter. At that time I agreed to meet her at the German-Swiss border, but only on the condition that my daughter would also come. Unfortunately my divorced wife then, as so often before, lapsed into silence. Thus I was never able to find out anything definite about my daughter.

Only now do I know how things are with my daughter. For the past two months I have been receiving mail regularly and can at least speak with her by telephone every Saturday. Mrs. Goldberg has given me, in many respects and in a short letter, the information I had been awaiting for years.

Of course I want to have my daughter with me and let her learn something proper. In 1947 I remarried in Italy and I have two small children. I returned to Germany in April 1947 and laboriously built up a livelihood; three months ago I opened a business in postage stamps. I have to work very hard, but so must we all. For my daughter I have always kept a place reserved in my household; at last I can offer her a family home, which she has needed for so long.

This is the situation I wished to present to you, ladies and gentlemen. Since you surely have only the welfare of the children entrusted to you in mind, I appeal to you for your valued help. I would gladly come to you in person; however, I cannot leave my still-young business alone even for a single day, and I am also having some difficulties with my passport. My divorced wife was awarded custody by the court; at that time I was in the internment camp at Vernet in France. Of course I could challenge this today, but that would only cause great expense. I am, of course, quite willing to allow Evelyne, whenever she has holidays here, to go to Switzerland to her mother for at least 14 days each year. I am also ready to give an account at any time to a guardianship authority and to do everything else that is important for my daughter’s advancement and future.

Hoping for your kind understanding, I take the liberty of expressing my sincerest thanks for the work and care you have so far devoted to my daughter. I await your reply with impatience.

With the highest respect,

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Finale (from I Hate You Morton Smith!)

 

What is Truth? (from I Hate You Morton Smith!) Act 5

Morton Smith's "coming out" song (at least to himself) set in the gay 80s. 

 

Shame (from I Hate You Morton Smith) Scene 4