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Elsie & Heinrich
Hello everyone, I’m Michaela a friend of the girls and a witch, and this is the love story of my great gran Elsie who also has her part in inspiring this website. Her story began long ago when she was a young girl and she fell in love for her first and last time. She was just 16 and abroad on her first trip in 1938, on holiday with another girl from her office, Phyllis who too was a secretary. It was very unusual then, for girls to travel alone, and certainly to go abroad, but Elsie and her Phyllis went to Cologne in Germany to meet their pen pals. Elsie’s pen pal was a boy of her own age called Heinrich, a nice boy who wrote sweet and charming letters to her as they both learnt about and discussed their new experiences of the grown up world around them. All this was Elsie and her friend's secret between them, secret from their parents who would not have approved of correspondence with young men. Elsie's parents thought she had a pen pal friendship with a nice young girl. Elsie and Phyllis spent a very happy two weeks, all four teens, visiting ice cream shops and cinemas, giggling, flirting for the first time and promising to always be in touch and remain friends till death. But the adult world would not leave them undisturbed for long. One day Elsie stood beside Heinrich in the street, holding hands, when a Nazi parade went by. They both kept their arms stiffly by their sides, refusing to give the Nazi salute, teen defiance in the face of the crowd’s displeasure.
But Elsie and Heinrich felt more than friendship; they were enjoying their first romance. Heinrich picked Elsie her first bunch of flowers in summer meadows when they left the city on days out, Elsie blushed as she records in her detailed diary and kept the blossoms to dry between the pages of the book of love poems be gave her. I still have that book, the treasured buds stiff with time and faded to brown.
When the time came for farewells, Heinrich and Elsie were tearful, they knew they might not see each other until the following summer; they both swapped their monogrammed hankies, and wiped their eyes as Elsie boarded the train that would part them and take her on the first leg of her journey home.
When Elsie did arrive home in England, she was soon followed by flurries of ardent and boyishly passionate love letters. Heinrich vowed he would never forget her and Elsie wept copious tears and told her parents nothing. Although she longed for him, as he did for her, her parents would’ve been shocked that their young daughter was in love and with a foreigner and might have worried that there had been 'misconduct,' so Elsie kept her love affair with Heinrich from them, her secret still. The teenage couple swapped tear stained love letters, longing each of them to see the other and wondering and scheming to find a way to meet again soon. But then the serious adult world intruded once more and the alert of impending war began and Heinrich and Elsie’s letters grew more sorrowful and more desperate. The following September, war was declared and Elsie started her work for the war effort on top of her daily job. The letters from Heinrich had stopped several months before, and Elsie’s diaries show she dreamt of him, and daydreamed of him during her war effort shifts, now that was her only contact with him. The war machine had cranked up, sealed all borders from the enemy and no correspondence was possible for them.
One day a man joined Elsie’s office, he had been invalided out of the army, and was doing office work. Johnny took a shine to Elsie who was lonely. He asked her out to Lyons corner house and the flicks and desperate for diversion from her sadness, stress and fatigue Elsie agreed. They became friends, and he bought her a favourite red lipstick and a powder compact, treats the girls all yearned for in times of rationing. Their friendship became close and loving but on his side only was there any love. Then one day Johnny told a horror struck Elsie that he had applied to be accepted back into the army, Elsie broke down in tears, she’d already lost her sweetheart, she didn’t want to lose her friend too. So many of the shiny faced and enthusiastic young boys she knew from school had gone away to war and never come back, their mothers wore black and their father’s black arm bands in remembrance.
Two weeks before he was due to leave, her new friend Johnny, told Elsie he loved her, he didn’t expect to come back, very few of his regiment had, so would she marry him? He would then have the happiness to know that whatever happened she would be his and he would have something to live for and get through 'this damn mess of a war for....' Elsie was deeply touched and reluctantly agreed, her heart was not in it, she loved Heinrich but how could she turn Johnny down when he might die so soon?
They married and Johnny went off to war, leaving Elsie alone once more. But this time she was to find several months later that she was pregnant with my grandmother. Years passed and Elsie struggled alone, Johnny fighting on some far front, occasional brief letters from him, but no more than this to help her survive in blitz ravaged London with her little girl.
One day the war, the 'wireless' announced, was over. Elsie cried and danced in the streets with everyone else but with a sense of disquiet under her joy, what would happen now?
Johnny returned home to his little family, shell shocked, tired and depressed. The couple struggled to find happiness together and Elsie often went home to visit her mother for comfort on Thursday afternoons for tea, there was little comfort with Johnny at home. One day her mum presented her with a letter. Elsie scrutinised it; it had a foreign postmark, a German postmark. She tore it open and saw the neat small script of Heinrich’s handwriting. She read the letter, devoured every word, tears in her eyes, and then folded it up again into its neat creases. Visible were the words, ‘I love you always my darling Elsie, Heinrich.’
Elsie’s mum, eagle eyed saw this, a look of shock on her face, but Elsie was speechless, could not explain and wanted to run away and think. The man she loved, wanted her still. He wrote of how he had thought of her night and day for five years and kept her photo in his breast pocket at all times. He had in the end found a way to get to England just after the war started, he had been smuggled out and into the country and had found his way to the last address he knew, Elsie’s office. He had visited her there, where some man had told him that Elsie had died in a Luftwaffe bombing raid. Heinrich had never trusted that man, he never believed his sweetheart had died, but as he left and found his way to the only other address he had for her, her parent's home, a confused and frightened Heinrich had been hauled off the bus mid journey by the police. He had been just ten minutes away from finding Elsie. Heinrich, he wrote had been put in an internment camp. He said the food was terrible but otherwise they were not bad to him there, but the barbed wire fences had not imprisoned his heart, which had still flown to her, wherever she was.
On release from the camp at the end of the war, Heinrich had searched for Elsie, but he found only dead ends, the lady at her parents house had shooed him away aggressively for having a German accent and threatened to call the police, he had hung around watching the house for several days but no Elsie had appeared and he had made his way home to Germany to search out his own war battered family. And now he was making one final attempt to find Elsie.
Elsie's mum must have sensed something very important was wrong, or right and she snatched the letter from the tea table and read it. She was instantly furious, Elsie was married, with kiddies, and she was no daughter of hers if she was going to be an adulteress! Elsie’s mum savagely tore up the letter and threw it into the fire as Elsie scrabbled to save it from the flames, her fingers burnt, her red nail polish catching the flames.
Elsie left her mother's home, not to return for months, how could she forgive her taking Heinrich away from her once more? Elsie writes that she wept as she rode the bus home to the empty, cold life with Johnny, so much that she missed her stop.
Six months later Elsie made a new friend at the hairdressers, she was having a new hair cut and a new perm when the woman seated beside her, under the next hairdryer, started chatting. Life stories were swapped and this woman invited Elsie to tea. A few days later Elsie found herself sitting with her in a small sitting room, eating sandwiches and swapping more of their life stories. This woman, Cathy, told Elsie that she, Cathy, was a witch and she would do her best to find Heinrich for her. This kindly witch cast a love spell that would bring them together like a magnet, no matter what the obstacles and distance. Elsie was pleased and touched but not very hopeful.
Another year passed and summer had come when Elsie was sitting in her mother's front garden in a deck chair, watching the world go by and thinking of the recent death of Johnny, he had died from alcoholic poisoning, he had come home from the war a heavy drinker, but had been teetotal before. She was sad for him, but not herself, she felt free for the first time in many years as her daughter played in a flower-bed beside her, looking for fairies amongst the blooms. As she notes in her diary, Elsie was staring into the blue sky wondering what time to get them all tea, when her gaze was met by a tall stranger with eyes that she knew. The eyes stared into hers and her heart jumped like a rocket she writes. The man to whom they belonged was thin and rangy, craggily handsome with a look of suffering in his eyes, of someone who has overcome adversity, but suffered nonetheless. The man pushed open the garden gate and advanced down the path toward Elsie, then a grin burst over his features and he ran toward her, and then stopped still in front of her. He looked down into her face and lifted his hat politely from his shiny hair. Elsie says she stared up into his face, shielding her eyes from the suns' glare with one hand, blinking, into the most beautiful blue eyes and the most welcome sight she'd ever seen, Heinrich had come for her, at last, once more.
From that moment, they were never parted for a single day for the rest of their lives, and Elsie and Heinrich did ask the witch Cathy, Elsie’s friend, to the wedding as matron of honour, because without her, and her love spell, true love may never have found a way. So this site is also dedicated to Elsie and Heinrich and to all parted lovers everywhere, who long to be together once more and who sometimes need a little helping hand.
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