This summer, a big event was planned at my Oberschule in Poppenbüttel - now called Gymnasium Oberalster (GOA) - to celebrate its 75th anniversary. My brother, who graduated from the GOA seven years later, wanted to come too, but Corona killed it all.
Instead, he sent me the booklet about the founding years of our school, a publication I had not been aware of. It turned out to be a fascinating reading since I started the Oberschule für Jungen and Mädchen in Poppenbüttel (High School for Boys and Girls) in the suburb of Hamburg in the fall of 1946.
The history of this school is somewhat complicated, for it started already on September 11, 1944, during the Third Reich as "Langemarck*-Schule, Oberschule für Jungen und Mädel. "Note Mädel instead of Mädchen, both are diminutive forms of Magd, in the Middle Ages and the Bible, the name for a young, virgin woman. Mädel is the folkish-national diminutive frowned upon today.
*Read about the Langemarck myth below
Following Germany's defeat in May 1945, the school was refounded on October 2, 1945, as "Oberschule für Jungen und Mädchen in Poppenbüttel. "
On the other hand, the Baracke was beautifully located on the steep bank above the upper Alster River, although reaching the school on foot or by bike was a challenge at times.
In those days, Northern Germany was not yet bedeviled by a draught but notorious for its cold and continuous rain called Hamburger Schmuddelwetter (dirty or foul weather). My chemistry teacher, a lost poet, wrote:
Von oben klatscht herab der Regen, die Pfützen stehen auf den Wegen, der Heegbarg wandelt sich behende in urwäldliches Sumpfgelände. Durch diesen Schlammsumpf musst du zieh’n, ruft dich dein Dienst zur Schule hin. *The rhymes are better in the German text |
From above claps down the rain, the puddles standing on the path, the Heegbarg* changes fast into primeval swamp terrain. Through this muddy swamp, you must pull, the duty calls you to your school. *Name of the unpaved path to the school |
One classmate, my friend Gerd, contributed the following lines to the booklet, "I don't remember the misery of our situation, and that was because we didn't feel miserable. We didn't feel any different than others. That was the familiar feeling of life at that time, and when we heard our parents rave about how beautiful it had been before the war, it didn't matter to us. For us, cold and hunger were the normal states of life."
Subsequently, the late Gerd called the spell that makes us still come together for our yearly class reunions the Barackengeist.
More Baracken were added in later years. |
In those hunger days, hot school lunches were a necessity for all students and teachers. On January 23, 1946, the New Hamburg Press wrote, "On five days a week, students and teachers will be served a thick hot soup, as there are soy soup, pea soup, bean soup, and cabbage stew. On the other two days, milk soups of all kinds will be handed out, i.e., oat flakes or noodles in milk and chocolate soup."
After the buckets filled with hot soup had been unloaded from a truck at the road bridge over the Alster River, we, the students, who sometimes had to wait for an extended period for the delivery, carried the containers the 600 m distance up from the Alster valley to the school.
We brought our pots from home - often the fathers' mess tin - and crowded around the buckets with growling stomachs during the breaks. Once we had received our half-liter of soup, we gobbled it down as quickly as possible because the motto was: "First come, first served." If there was anything left in the soup container, the first and fastest got the coveted seconds.
At Christmas, we sometimes received rations packs the American armed forces had discarded. These packs not only contained chocolate but often also canned peanuts we had never seen before and - surprisingly for students - portions of Nescafé powder in aluminum foils.
And here follows the second paragraph of my former classmate's letter in 1955. "At that time after the war, we also learned that even with the simplest, most primitive means, something can be achieved if the will and love for the cause are there. This probably also connected us students with the teachers, for we knew how tenaciously and persistently they wrested every piece of gymnastics equipment or physics apparatus and every map of the Hamburg school authorities and how they negotiated with them about the construction of a new school building."
The new building actually moved the school from Poppenbüttel to the neighboring suburb Sasel so that the name high school for boys and girls in Poppenbüttel was no longer correct. The last name of the school became Gymnasium Oberalster (GOA), honoring its previous location on the banks of the upper Alster River.
Langemarck
"West of Langemarck (a place in Belgian Flanders), young regiments, chanting 'Deutschland, Deutschland über alles*,' stormed against the first line of enemy positions and took them. About 2000 men of French line infantry and 6 machine guns were captured," the Supreme Army Command (OHL) announced on November 11, 1914, the day after the battle. It was fake news for "above all," these young men didn't sing.
*Germany, Germany, above all
In its communiqué, the supreme command had concealed that more than 2000 German soldiers had died during the attack in the French and British defensive fire. The OHL tried to reinterpret the militarily senseless operation into a glorious victory.
Langemarck developed into one of the most famous German myths in the first half of the 20th century. Students destined for academic careers had stormed together with "common" soldiers on the front line against the enemy. The reckless burning of so many young people was glorified as the "sacrifice of German youth." The attack was praised as a heroic act and a symbol of an alleged German "Volksgemeinschaft."
No wonder the National Socialists gladly used this story and appropriated it for their own purposes, like naming a school in Poppenbüttel Langemarck.
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