Survivors of
slave labor in Russia for four years
The story of Peter Fedrich & Marie
Ingrisch deportation
to Russia, remembered by their niece Sister Suzanne Kullowitch.
Mari's
mother Maria Ingrisch Fedrich [1919-2002], she was called Tante Mari, married to
Peter Fedrich
[1911-1986].
Grandpa
Jacob Ingrisch came to New York and was manager
of a shoe factory, Grandma Susanna worked in a
canteen. I believe that they married in New York
and when Grandma was 8 months pregnant with mom
they returned to Romania. One of their children
was Maria Ingrisch, who married Peter Fedrich.
Aunt Maria
and her husband Peter were awakened at 2 am with
Russian soldiers ordering them to get out. All
the German people from the villages were hustled
into trucks. It was all the young people
between 20 and 40 (not sure as it differed for
men and women.) They were driven to St Andreas
where they had to be shoved into freight trains
heading for Russia for slave labor. Since the
train wouldn't move until later in the morning
all the parents hustled to St Andreas to bring
them clothing, food and etc.
Men and
women were separated. All that was left behind
was the children and grandparents. Aunt
Marie worked in the Russian coal mines at
first. Maria said that the Russian people had
pity on them and would often sneak them bread
when they passed by. Peter worked on a farm
and later escaped by crossing 3 borders. His own
daughter Maria did not recognize him but the dog
did. Maria went to her grandma in the garden
and said a man was there. Later, her mother was
freed after 4 years of slave labor.
One day
Peter was in Timisoara and saw a train come in.
It became customary for everyone there looked to
see if there were loved ones getting off the
train. Many had died of starvation and those
who came home were not far from it. He
recognized his wife Marie and brought her home.
Grandma fainted when she saw how she looked.
She set her down to eat but took the food away
after she ate a little. Many came home and
just ate and ate and then died because their
bodies were not use to it.
When
Maria was in captivity, my parents were able to
get the address and they sent a package. She
never got it. She got none of the letters that
Grandpa sent nor those of my parents. The only
letter she received was the one telling her that
her Dad had died. He died of a broken heart.
Sister Suzanne Kullowitch
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