A Girl Can Dream. Anne Bennett

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      ‘Well, thank God we shall never have to put it to the test,’ Meg said firmly.

      On Saturday 1 October 1938, when Nicholas called in with Terry after football, Meg had the pictures in the Despatch ready to show him. ‘So much for you going on about war all the time, Nicholas Hallett,’ she said, stabbing her finger at the picture of Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain waving a piece of paper in his hand as he walked down the steps from an aeroplane.

      ‘“Peace for Our Time”.’ She read the headline out to him. ‘Peace – see, it’s what every sensible person wants. Peace, not war.’

      She knew why Nicholas had thought that there might be a war, because her father had told her that many European countries, especially those near – or sharing borders with – Germany had become uneasy after the Anschluss, especially when Hitler starting grumbling about Sudetenland.

      ‘Where is this Sudetenland?’ Meg had asked him. ‘I’ve never heard of it before.’

      ‘Well, it’s part of Czechoslovakia now,’ Charlie said. ‘It used to be part of Germany once and was taken off them after the Great War.’

      ‘Why?’ Meg asked. ‘I didn’t think you did that sort of thing to countries.’

      ‘It was like punishing Germany,’ Charlie said, and he shrugged. ‘Anyway, now Hitler wants it back because he claims most of the people there speak German and think of themselves as German, so leaders of countries, including our Neville Chamberlain, are meeting in Munich to decide what to do.’

      Meg had not wanted to think very much about politics up until then, knowing whatever government was in power did little good for ordinary people. But now, knowing some of the background, she was interested in the outcome of the meeting. However, the news was good. They’d all agreed to Hitler’s demands and given him back Sudetenland, and any problem with Germany had been averted.

      However, almost immediately things changed. Meg knew, for instance, that the Birmingham Small Arms Company had begun making guns because two men in the same street, who had been unemployed for years, got jobs there. Then her father, told her that Dunlop’s had started making different tyres for military vehicles.

      In late October she discussed these changes with Joy as they ate lunch and Joy shared her concern.

      ‘The thing that bothers me most,’ Joy said, ‘is the fact that I really doubt they would go to all this trouble just to be on the safe side? I mean, I have an uncle who’s begun work in what they call a shadow factory beside Vickers in Castle Bromwich, and they’re assembling aeroplanes.’

      ‘Aeroplanes?’ Meg repeated, and felt a flutter of trepidation. ‘It’s like my aunt sewing parachutes. Like you said, in peacetime why would we want so many parachutes, or planes either?’

      ‘Maybe Chamberlain was just playing for time,’ Joy said. ‘You know, giving us a chance to get ready.’

      A chilling shiver ran through Meg. ‘Oh, Joy, I hope you’re wrong.’

      ‘So do I,’ said Joy. ‘Two of my uncles were killed in the last war, leaving my aunts widows. Each of them left a son. They are worried to death. The Great War was supposed to be the war to end all wars; although they lost their husbands in that, they thought at least their sons wouldn’t be sent to fight.’

      ‘It doesn’t seem fair, does it?’

      ‘No it flipping doesn’t,’ Joy said. ‘And if the unthinkable happens and we do go to war, people say it won’t be a war like any other. If they bomb us like they did in Spain, what are we going to do?’

      ‘But surely they’ll find some way of protecting us if we do go to war?’

      ‘I’d like to think so,’ Joy said. ‘But maybe we’re worrying before we need to – you know, like meeting trouble halfway?’

      Meg nodded. ‘Mom always said something like that. She maintained that you should cross bridges only when you come to them.’

      ‘That’s what we will do then,’ Joy declared. ‘And we may find in the end we won’t need a bridge at all.’

      Charlie bought a wireless. He said it was best to keep abreast of things. Meg thought the plays and comedy shows were very entertaining and that nothing lifted the spirits like a bit of music, and the children always listened to Children’s Hour as they drank their cocoa before bed. However, Meg soon discovered the downside of having a wireless was the fact it often brought disturbing news. Somehow she found it far worse to hear about things spoken directly into the living room than to read about them in the newspaper. She could always put the paper aside if a certain article upset her, but she couldn’t do that so easily with the wireless, especially when her father was so interested in the news. On the evening of 10 November, with the younger children in bed, Meg and Terry were sitting with their father drinking a cup of tea and listening to a play when the commentator interrupted to tell them of a pogrom against the Jews in Munich that had begun the previous day. The attacks were carried out by storm troopers, members of Hitler Youth and other interested parties, in retaliation for the assassination of a German official in Paris at the hands of a Jewish youth.

      The commentator went on:

      It is estimated two hundred and fifty synagogues are burned and seven thousand Jewish businesses destroyed and looted. People have been thrown from their homes and many have perished while their homes have been looted. Jewish cemeteries, hospitals and schools have also suffered the same fate, and so much glass has been broken they are calling it ‘Kristallnacht’ or the ‘Night of Broken Glass’.

      Meg sat and stared, stunned, at the wireless, and Terry, she saw, was little better. Charlie reached over and snapped the wireless off as Meg cried, ‘Dad, I’ve never heard anything so horrific.’

      ‘There will be further repercussions to this, mark my words,’ Charlie said.

      ‘There needs to be,’ Meg said hotly. ‘We can’t let people be treated this way.’

      ‘No, I don’t mean that,’ Charlie said. ‘At the moment we’re letting Hitler get away with murder because everyone is afraid. I think he will impose even more sanctions on the Jews to drive the message home that the German Government doesn’t want them there, and yet some have lived there for generations and a great many fought for Germany in the Great War. They think of themselves as German.’

      ‘But where would they go – and why should they?’ Meg asked.

      ‘Because in Hitler’s Germany things are done his way, and he is a racist,’ Charlie said. ‘Already they are barred from using public transport, entering public buildings or attending school. What’s next, I ask myself.’

      Suddenly Meg got up, crossed the room, pulled the curtain back and looked out at the rain-sodden streets. She tried to imagine what it would be like if it had been they who were thrown out into the night, the house looted and destroyed, and felt a frisson of fear trickle down her spine.

      Nicholas had told her of the maltreatment that Jews in Germany were suffering and she hadn’t really listened, because she had thought that anything, however bad, happening in Germany wouldn’t affect her life in any way. Strangely a disembodied voice on the wireless made much more of an impact.

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