The Schwartzeis Saga: A Family Trying to Make Sense of Confusing Times
Thursday 1st April 1937
Thursday 1st April 1937
It might be the first day of spring, but Berlin is determined to resist the seasonal change. The sky is dull and overcast, and steady rain pours on the Schwartzeis house in Berliner Straße.
The family is sitting around in the parlour, some in armchairs, some on the lounge. The housekeeper, Hilda, has brought in a few extra chairs to accommodate the rest.
“Nor much to report for February I’m afraid” says Erich Schwartzeis. “The shipyards along the North Sea and the Baltic are still flat out, but there have been no tenders for new naval craft. What capacity there is for new construction has been grabbed by the new labour organisation, the Deutsche Arbeitsfront. I know it is supposed to represent the employers as well as the worker, but that is just words – it is all about benefits to the employees. Not that I have any problems with it of course. It is a wonderful institution.”

Workers and scientists unite in the Deutsche Arbeitsfront
“No, as an employer I am more than happy to pay slightly higher wages in exchange for stability and increased productivity. Even the “job security” regulations that make it harder for us to sack slackers are worth it, even if we have had to find spots for them to waste their time. But where was I?
That’s right, the ship building contracts. The DAF has ordered several big ocean liners, maybe as many as six! The first, the “Wilhelm Gustloff”, will be ready in a few months. And a massive recreational complex has been started on the island of Rügen. It is lucky that the causeway to the island opened last October or the ferries would never have been able to deal with the crowds expected. The rumour is that the resort at Prora will be able to hold 20,000 people when finished!”

Decades later, the DAF workers’ resort is still imposing
“If it is ever finished.” Hermann Schwarteis is not impressed. “I hear priority for building materials was given to the new tungsten storage facility in Württemburg and the new factory complex in the Rhineland.”
“That might be true” replies his son. “But some of my workers have already had a “Kraft durch Freude” holiday.
Anyway, to return to the topic of government decisions, I did hear that the demand for chrome to make toughened steel for the Kriegsmarine’s capital ships has led to a new deal with Turkey.”
“Yes, the Turks demanded a lot of manufactured luxury goods in return for chrome, which annoyed some government officials.” Sigmund Schwartzeis smiles at the memory. “They seemed to find it intolerable that anyone could want something in return for helping build the Wehrmacht. I suspect that diplomacy is not a trait that gets you far in the Party.”
Seeing that the conversation was once more veering into dangerous ground, Margarethe Schwartzeis turned to Hilda.
“How about your son Siegfried? Any news from Spain? Is he safe?”
“Safe and sound, thankyou, Frau Schwartzeis. I think that last month I told you that the talk was that our soldiers were going to go into the mountains and head for the city of Huesca. Well, that is what happened. The past few weeks they have been pushing east and now they are in position. Siegfried doesn’t say a lot about the military side of things, but he hints that an assault will take place soon.
But not much fighting, and he is now saying that it is getting a bit boring – all he does is repair vehicles that have been damaged by the primitive roads. Though he does mention that while there is not real opposition, that the lead units are constantly suffering from snipers.”

Republican snipers harass the Nationalist forces moving towards Huesca.
“Rudolf says that our soldiers in the south are also on the move – at last!” Ilse von Willemberg appears both pleased and concerned that her son is entering a battle zone.
“He says that General Hoth has indicated that his objective is Malaga, a city on the Mediterranean coast. The panzer division has been grinding its way forward and from what Rudolf says an attack is imminent. He says he is being careful, but I do worry that he might try to get too close to the fighting – he is so keen to get a good story that sometimes he forgets he is not supposed to be part of the army.”

Malaga: peace before the storm
“He does mention that there has been some sort of reorganisation lately – that the front-line commanders have been spending a lot of time talking about “fire-brigades”. From what he has been told, it is some sort of military tactic just adopted by the Heer. Something about small, self-contained units that can be sent to deal with sudden problems, but he has no real detail.”
“It is new mobile warfare doctrine just developed by our military theoreticians”. Ilse’s husband Günter von Willemburg takes over. “I am surprised that Hoth has moved so quickly to adopt a suggestion by OKH, but I suppose that if part of his role is to evaluate new military tactics and equipment, that he and von Esebeck will be under orders to try these things out.”
Hermann Schwartzeis can contain himself no longer. “I hope that whatever they decide to try that they do it soon. Of course, I am glad that our casualties in Spain, as far as we know, are minimal, and that both our boys are unharmed, but I can’t help but think that not a lot is being achieved. We have had tens of thousands of men in over there for months, but the front lines don’t seem to have changed much. When will Franco do something serious? Or is this adventure in Spain to turn into another bloodbath like the last war?”

German soldiers in World War 1: surely the Wehrmacht will not allow Spain to become another battle of the trenches?
Herr Schwartzeis’ question is left hanging. Nobody has an answer, yet nobody wants to change the subject. The session winds up, with all those present taking away the same image of the endless trenches of the Western Front.