The Survival of Helga Braun
Publisher: ksuding@authorhouse.com
Published: 1985-2010
Place of publication: USA
Language: eng
Format: Soft and Hardcover
ISBN-13: 9780533064137
Table of contents: title: THE SURVIVAL OF HELGA BRAUN, by Helga Braun; title: "War is not healthy; title: for Children and Flowers; title: and other Living Things"; title: View Large Cover Image; title: The Survival of Helga Braun; title: Helga Braun; title: View Large Cover Image; title: The Survival of Helga Braun; title: Helga Braun; title: Format ISBN Price; title: Electronic Book (E-book Instructions) 9781452023298 $ 2.95; title: Paperback (6x9) 9781452022451 $ 9.20; title: Dust Jacket Hardcover (6x9) 9781452022468 $ 18.60; title: About the Book; title: About the Author; title: Free Preview; title: THE SURVIVAL OF HELGA BRAUN, by Helga Braun; title: "War is not healthy; title: for Children and Flowers; title: and other Living Things"; title: Who can better explain this ancient axiom than a small child who survived War? Helga is such a child, now grown to adulthood and living in the United States, and her story of War and Living Things sears the mind and stirs the heart. Her account is set in Germany during World War II and the early postwar years of national and personal reconstruction. If you have ever wondered what it was like in Germany during this period, or where was the humanity of the people living there, or if you seek a strong statement of the truth and a boost to your heart, then you will want to read this child's story.; title: It is not a story of the Holocaust whose depths of pitiful loss and horror can only be hinted by tears and silence. There are no doubt accounts more severe and heartrending than Helga's which is but one glimpse of the long story of uncounted millions of children, still struggling or long since muted, in the East and in the West, beginning from the ancient moment when War first raised its hideous head, through the millenniums to the present. Helga's is a simple account of World War II as it fell on the small shoulders of a helpless child, and how War's scourge slipped past the end of hostilities to continue its pain and loss through the present. Her entry into this life came in Germany, unfortunately with the rise of Adolf Hitler and his grotesque rally of hatred, conceit, prejudice and narrow-mindedness, that perversion of love we call nationalism. Trust and kindness, innocence and love, the flowers of the soul so evident in children, were crushed by War in the time of Helga's childhood.; title: For nearly eight years the Iron Fist ground flesh and bone and dear hearts, but little Helga somehow survived. From the child memory she now tells us what War is, very simply, sweetly, mercilessly, and what is the lovely Spirit of Life. No philosophical treatise, no dramatic sermon of the priest-craft, no impassioned speech of politics, can convey the truth of this child's story. When you read it you will want to reach back in time to console this lonely little figure, feed her, fend off her assailants and smother her eyes and ears from the cruel scenes of War. And you will want to reach into the future and the present to protect all children, the entire child humanity, young and old. Helga echos the silent cries of countless victims: we have only the present to be kind, to assure kindness – the forces of War, once unleashed, will run their brutal course. Our thoughts, words and deeds must acclaim the Unity of Man, of all Life, a unity which already exists at the level of the Soul, and a truth which is innately known by all children. We are all Men first, born the same way, constructed the same way, with the same privileges from God. The outer badges of creed and politics are man-made and should not stand in the way of our Unity. We must reject conflict and competition, and embrace the natural spirit of mutuality and cooperation. If we wish to end War and other scourges of our lives, we must follow the higher instincts of the child within us. For we, like little Helga, are all children of the Family of Life.; title: Helga Braun and Anne Frank are, in truth, sisters and would have dearly embraced.; title: (Book review written by Philip Anderson, a Vietnam veteran now working for the U.S. Department of Commerce as a computer systems analyst in Washington, D.C.)Helga Braun is a published writer.  Her book appeared in 500 Walden Book stores, and many other stores, in 1985.; title: Her book made the front page in various newspapers, including the Frederick News, the Frederick Post, and the Hagerstown Morning Herald.; title: In Germany it was picked up by Milwaukee Deutche Zeitung, the Mannheimer Morgen.; title: Her Christmas Story was read at the Maryland Synod of the Lutheran Church or America.; title: Several ministers have called her book, "One of the most spiritual books they have ever read."; title: This is a remake of the original book that was published in 1985.; title: Due to increasing demand, Helga is allowing Author House to republish same.; title: This book is the true account of my childhood memories from age four to eighteen. My story is not about dates or places, but the world of war as seen through the eyes of a child.; title: I have felt safe and secure since living in this country. Lately, however, reading headlines and seeing the unrest all over the world have brought back all the terrible memories of being a child living through World War II.; title: For years, friends and coworkers have urged me to write my story. Friends coming for a short visit would stay for several hours if I started to tell about my childhood. Coworkers listening at lunchtime would be late returning to work in order for me to finish telling a particular incident.; title: Maybe writing this book and getting it on paper will make it easier? Why did it all happen? Will it happen again? War is a terrible thing. It does horrible things to people and sometimes makes them animals. My children are all so innocent of my world as it was then. I don't think they could ever understand. I pray to God they never will.; title: Her book is also voted into the Maryland school system where Miss Braun was asked to lecture with huge success.; title: About the Book; title: About the Author; title: Free Preview; title: THE SURVIVAL OF HELGA BRAUN, by Helga Braun; title: "War is not healthy; title: for Children and Flowers; title: and other Living Things"; title: Who can better explain this ancient axiom than a small child who survived War? Helga is such a child, now grown to adulthood and living in the United States, and her story of War and Living Things sears the mind and stirs the heart. Her account is set in Germany during World War II and the early postwar years of national and personal reconstruction. If you have ever wondered what it was like in Germany during this period, or where was the humanity of the people living there, or if you seek a strong statement of the truth and a boost to your heart, then you will want to read this child's story.; title: It is not a story of the Holocaust whose depths of pitiful loss and horror can only be hinted by tears and silence. There are no doubt accounts more severe and heartrending than Helga's which is but one glimpse of the long story of uncounted millions of children, still struggling or long since muted, in the East and in the West, beginning from the ancient moment when War first raised its hideous head, through the millenniums to the present. Helga's is a simple account of World War II as it fell on the small shoulders of a helpless child, and how War's scourge slipped past the end of hostilities to continue its pain and loss through the present. Her entry into this life came in Germany, unfortunately with the rise of Adolf Hitler and his grotesque rally of hatred, conceit, prejudice and narrow-mindedness, that perversion of love we call nationalism. Trust and kindness, innocence and love, the flowers of the soul so evident in children, were crushed by War in the time of Helga's childhood.; title: For nearly eight years the Iron Fist ground flesh and bone and dear hearts, but little Helga somehow survived. From the child memory she now tells us what War is, very simply, sweetly, mercilessly, and what is the lovely Spirit of Life. No philosophical treatise, no dramatic sermon of the priest-craft, no impassioned speech of politics, can convey the truth of this child's story. When you read it you will want to reach back in time to console this lonely little figure, feed her, fend off her assailants and smother her eyes and ears from the cruel scenes of War. And you will want to reach into the future and the present to protect all children, the entire child humanity, young and old. Helga echos the silent cries of countless victims: we have only the present to be kind, to assure kindness – the forces of War, once unleashed, will run their brutal course. Our thoughts, words and deeds must acclaim the Unity of Man, of all Life, a unity which already exists at the level of the Soul, and a truth which is innately known by all children. We are all Men first, born the same way, constructed the same way, with the same privileges from God. The outer badges of creed and politics are man-made and should not stand in the way of our Unity. We must reject conflict and competition, and embrace the natural spirit of mutuality and cooperation. If we wish to end War and other scourges of our lives, we must follow the higher instincts of the child within us. For we, like little Helga, are all children of the Family of Life.; title: Helga Braun and Anne Frank are, in truth, sisters and would have dearly embraced.; title: (Book review written by Philip Anderson, a Vietnam veteran now working for the U.S. Department of Commerce as a computer systems analyst in Washington, D.C.); title: Who can better explain this ancient axiom than a small child who survived War? Helga is such a child, now grown to adulthood and living in the United States, and her story of War and Living Things sears the mind and stirs the heart. Her account is set in Germany during World War II and the early postwar years of national and personal reconstruction. If you have ever wondered what it was like in Germany during this period, or where was the humanity of the people living there, or if you seek a strong statement of the truth and a boost to your heart, then you will want to read this child's story.; title: It is not a story of the Holocaust whose depths of pitiful loss and horror can only be hinted by tears and silence. There are no doubt accounts more severe and heartrending than Helga's which is but one glimpse of the long story of uncounted millions of children, still struggling or long since muted, in the East and in the West, beginning from the ancient moment when War first raised its hideous head, through the millenniums to the present. Helga's is a simple account of World War II as it fell on the small shoulders of a helpless child, and how War's scourge slipped past the end of hostilities to continue its pain and loss through the present. Her entry into this life came in Germany, unfortunately with the rise of Adolf Hitler and his grotesque rally of hatred, conceit, prejudice and narrow-mindedness, that perversion of love we call nationalism. Trust and kindness, innocence and love, the flowers of the soul so evident in children, were crushed by War in the time of Helga's childhood.; title: For nearly eight years the Iron Fist ground flesh and bone and dear hearts, but little Helga somehow survived. From the child memory she now tells us what War is, very simply, sweetly, mercilessly, and what is the lovely Spirit of Life. No philosophical treatise, no dramatic sermon of the priest-craft, no impassioned speech of politics, can convey the truth of this child's story. When you read it you will want to reach back in time to console this lonely little figure, feed her, fend off her assailants and smother her eyes and ears from the cruel scenes of War. And you will want to reach into the future and the present to protect all children, the entire child humanity, young and old. Helga echos the silent cries of countless victims: we have only the present to be kind, to assure kindness – the forces of War, once unleashed, will run their brutal course. Our thoughts, words and deeds must acclaim the Unity of Man, of all Life, a unity which already exists at the level of the Soul, and a truth which is innately known by all children. We are all Men first, born the same way, constructed the same way, with the same privileges from God. The outer badges of creed and politics are man-made and should not stand in the way of our Unity. We must reject conflict and competition, and embrace the natural spirit of mutuality and cooperation. If we wish to end War and other scourges of our lives, we must follow the higher instincts of the child within us. For we, like little Helga, are all children of the Family of Life.; title: Helga Braun and Anne Frank are, in truth, sisters and would have dearly embraced.; title: (Book review written by Philip Anderson, a Vietnam veteran now working for the U.S. Department of Commerce as a computer systems analyst in Washington, D.C.); title: My name is Helga Braun; title: This book is the true account of my childhood memories from age four to eighteen. My story is not about dates or places, but the world of war as seen through the eyes of a child.; title: I have felt safe and secure since living in this country. Lately, however, reading headlines and seeing the unrest all over the world have brought back all the terrible memories of being a child living through World War II.; title: For years, friends and coworkers have urged me to write my story. Friends coming for a short visit would stay for several hours if I started to tell about my childhood. Coworkers listening at lunchtime would be late returning to work in order for me to finish telling a particular incident.; title: Maybe writing this book and getting it on paper will make it easier? Why did it all happen? Will it happen again? War is a terrible thing. It does horrible things to people and sometimes makes them animals. My children are all so innocent of my world as it was then. I don’t think they could ever understand. I pray to God they never will.; title: The Orphan; title: From the time she was twelve years old until she was twenty-one, my mother lived in an orphanage. She used to tell me a lot of stories about the orphanage, some quite funny, some not. What I remember most is a haunting song my mother used to sing about a seven-year-old orphan girl.; title: In the song, the little orphan girl would go to her mother’s grave and dig a small hole with her fingers so that her mother could hear her tell about her life with her new stepmother.; title: I can’t remember all of the verses, but the few I do remember go like this:; title: Und Kämmt sie mir mein Haar,; title: dann ziegt sie mich sogar.; title: Aber du liebst Mütterlein du, ja du,; title: band’st schöne Schleifen dazu.; title: Und scshmiert sie mir mein Brot,; title: Da wünscht sie mir den Tod.; title: Aber du liebst Mütterlein du, ja du,; title: gabst Butter and Kase dazu.; title: Und legt sie mich zur Ruhe,; title: schlagt sie die Türe zu.; title: Aber Du liebst Mütterlein du, ja du,; title: Du wünchest mir gute Ruhe.; title: It is difficult for me to translate this song into English, but it goes something like this:; title: And when she combs my hair,; title: she pulls so hard it hurts.; title: But you, dear Mother, oh you, oh you,; title: braided in beautiful ribbons too.; title: And when she gives me bread,; title: she wishes I were dead.; title: But you, dear Mother, oh you, oh you,; title: gave me butter and cheese too.; title: And when she puts me to bed,; title: she slams the door instead.; title: But you, dear Mother, oh you, oh you,; title: you wished me a good-night, too.; title: After my mother died, I would go to her grave and, remembering the song, I would talk to her by digging a little hole, just like the orphan in the song—especially after Frau Katuck came to live with us.