For one year Gunter would work on a farm in northern New South Wales struggling to learn English and adjusting to the loneliness of working on what his boss had told him was a ‘small’ 5,000 acre farm.
Gunter Kaufmann
The Kaufmann family exodus had begun in the vicinity of 1936 with each of Gunter’s sisters emigrating with husbands; the eldest, Gerda, to Australia and his younger sister, Ellen, to Brazil. In early 1939, Gunter’s parents would board a ship
As if a switch had been flipped, a sixteen year old Gunter would suddenly be forced to struggle with the cruel ostracism he’d receive at the hands of teachers and classmates, many who’d he’d considered long-time friends. The harassment would
“I often can’t remember what my daughter has told me to do just yesterday, but I can never forget what happened to me just over 70 years ago,” Gunter would tell me on our first meeting which seems
News of our pending life changing event filtered through the rounds of friends and family like water through a tightly packed coffee group. There were complimentary pats on the back, surprised shrieks of joy, and plenty of “it’s about times”.
“How had it come to this?” Such would be my thoughts seconds before diving my kite and getting to my feet and starting to pick my path out through the waist and chest high shore break. Maybe not so much
The saying goes, “A photo is worth a thousand words” and I suppose debate could rage for eternity (or a 5 day Cricket test match–whichever comes first) as to what those exact words might entail.Two that came immediately to mind