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paul kuttner's
memoirs When I left Nazi Germany (Berlin) with the Kindertransport of February 8, 1939, I was heartbroken that I had to leave my entire family behind. I was 16 at the time, spoke very little English, and at first stayed with a family of hunting-dog breeders (the Atkinsons) near Dorchester in Dorset. Four weeks later I joined Bryanston College, near Blandford, where I gradually picked up enough English to pass oral tests and written examinations. After everybody had left for their 1939 summer vacation, I
was left all by myself in the huge college, hoping that my sponsor,
whoever he was, would pick me up. After waiting for 4 hours,
a Rolls Royce made its appearance, a uniformed chauffeur asked
for Paul Kuttner, and a minute later he drove me, wordlessly,
for two hours to Woking, Surrey, a palatial estate owned by Eustace
(later Sir Eustace) Pulbrook, the chairman of Lloyds of London,
my sponsor, a huge gangly man in his 60's. I was supposed to
call him Doody. Butlers and maids were at my disposal day and
night. His son, Roger, taught me to play squash and tennis, and
one of "Doody's" house guests was the stage and screen
star Leslie Howard (and his son Ronald, whom everyone called
Blinkie). Howard's real name was Stainer, his parents were Jewish
immigrants from Hungary, and he himself was fascinated by the
horrors of the Nazi regime, about which I talked to him for hours.
Later he made a movie set in Nazi Germany called "Pimpernell
Smith." The Howards and I became fast friends and it broke
my heart when Leslie was killed after the Luftwaffe shot down
his plane over the Bay of Biscay in January 1943. The Nazis believed
that Winston Churchill was on board returning from the Casablanca
conference with President Roosevelt. Actually it was a Churchill
double to mislead the Nazis, and in order to deceive the Luftwaffe
they could not tip off Leslie Howard and had to sacrifice the
performer to save Winston Churchill's life. I still adore both
men. |
Paul Kuttner |