Remembering Kurt Drewes, the father of Curt Drewes
Really I don't know Curt, I only saw him once at the beginning of the nineteen seventies, when he visited Germany and the village he left in the nineteen twenties.
But I knew his father Kurt Drewes personally and from the stories of my mother.
He came from a rich family from Hamburg and was an artist. He married Margarete (Gretchen) Mittler from Obermendig.
Curt was their only child. Kurt Drewes had built a wonderful villa nearby the village and lived there with his family. My mother told me, that Curt went to school riding on a donkey.
His wife died too early in the nineteen twenties and Kurt went to the USA, leaving his fourteen years old son behind. When Curt finished school, he followed him to the USA.
His father went to Japan, where he was interned with the beginning of the second world war. At the beginning of the fifties (circa) after an adventurous journey, he came back to Obermendig in Germany, where he lived a modest life.
As a child, I visited him sometimes. I would have liked to visit him more often, but I had to pass the house owner's big dog.
I remember "uncle Drewes" sitting in his modern black rocking chair, a tall, impressive old man. It was a small room with an oven where he lived in, living room, kitchen, workshop, all in one. But there was also another bigger room, quite chilly, almost empty, with big windows. I remember only a futon and strange sculptures (really strange for a little girl from a small village in Germany) he had created in Japan, lined up on the window-sill. He allowed me to play with the modelling material.
My mother had a grocery shop. And "Drewes" did his shopping there. He brought it home in a red cloth with white points tied to a walking stick slung over his shoulder.
This is my story to Curt's father, Kurt Drewes.
My mother is Maria Mittler's daughter, who is Gretchen Mittler's niece.
But I knew his father Kurt Drewes personally and from the stories of my mother.
He came from a rich family from Hamburg and was an artist. He married Margarete (Gretchen) Mittler from Obermendig.
Curt was their only child. Kurt Drewes had built a wonderful villa nearby the village and lived there with his family. My mother told me, that Curt went to school riding on a donkey.
His wife died too early in the nineteen twenties and Kurt went to the USA, leaving his fourteen years old son behind. When Curt finished school, he followed him to the USA.
His father went to Japan, where he was interned with the beginning of the second world war. At the beginning of the fifties (circa) after an adventurous journey, he came back to Obermendig in Germany, where he lived a modest life.
As a child, I visited him sometimes. I would have liked to visit him more often, but I had to pass the house owner's big dog.
I remember "uncle Drewes" sitting in his modern black rocking chair, a tall, impressive old man. It was a small room with an oven where he lived in, living room, kitchen, workshop, all in one. But there was also another bigger room, quite chilly, almost empty, with big windows. I remember only a futon and strange sculptures (really strange for a little girl from a small village in Germany) he had created in Japan, lined up on the window-sill. He allowed me to play with the modelling material.
My mother had a grocery shop. And "Drewes" did his shopping there. He brought it home in a red cloth with white points tied to a walking stick slung over his shoulder.
This is my story to Curt's father, Kurt Drewes.
My mother is Maria Mittler's daughter, who is Gretchen Mittler's niece.
