Will They Make It Home Again?

Images of Childhood Evacuation in Wartime

A middle-aged man wanders into an unused part of London’s Liverpool Street Station, stares up at the light coming in through the windows above him and suddenly sees himself arriving on one of the Kindertransports that brought Jewish children out of Czechoslovakia in 1939. (Austerlitz, W.G. Sebald, 2001)

A young Finnish boy stands with his mother on a station platform in 1942 waiting for the boat train to Sweden. His mother points to the name tag hanging around his neck. “Whatever you do, don’t lose this,” she warns. “Without this tag, you are NO ONE.” (Dragons Over Helsinki, Kjell Westö, 1996)

A brother and sister recently evacuated from the London Blitz stand against a wall in a building in a small Welsh mining town. Local families pass by, scrutinizing the new arrivals. Carrie and her brother are not taken until the end of the selection process, until there are only a few children left unchosen. (Carrie’s War, Nina Bawden, 1973)

Images of evacuation, of trauma, of childhoods sundered by war. Images the Europeans believed had been relegated to the history books or to the pages of novels.

And the image that shattered these illusions? The wan face of a child looking down from the window of a train in the western Ukrainian city of Lviv. A father stands on the platform below, his arms raised, his hands pressed against the glass in farewell.

The evacuation trains are rumbling across Europe once again. Will the children they are taking to safety eventually return to the homes they are fleeing? Did they make it home the last time?

In W. G. Sebald’s Austerlitz, Jacques Austerlitz does make it back to his native Prague, but not until fifty years have passed and his parents have long since perished in the camps.

Adopted at the age of four-and-a-half and given a new name by a Welsh minister and his wife, Austerlitz’s life has always been “clouded by an unrelieved despair he has never understood.” It is only after his strange epiphany in Liverpool Street Station that small details start trickling back to him. He remembers an older couple dressed in the clothes of the nineteen thirties. He remembers his favorite rucksack being taken from him and imagines that he can still feel the “slow dying away of his native tongue.”

Henrik Bexar, in Kjell Westö’s Dragons Over Helsinki, returns to Finland two years after his evacuation to Sweden. Henrik is met on the same platform he departed from by his mother and now his father who has returned from the war. His mother throws her arms around her son. His father pats him on the head, yet Henrik holds back. He remembers the fear of the outward journey. He remembers sitting in the hold of the ship with hundreds of other silent children, chewing on the name tag his mother warned him not to lose, chewing until the words that identified him were soaked and unreadable.

Carrie and her brother Nick also have name tags hanging from their necks and gas masks slung over their shoulders. They were taken to the trains by their teachers, after being told to come to school with a packed lunch and a change of clothes.

Finally chosen and taken to a house where the sister is kind and the brother is not, Carrie and Nick struggle to adapt to their new surroundings. They do, however, end up making friends with an eccentric family in an old house called Druid’s Bottom. When their mother, safe in Scotland, finally sends for them, they have mixed feelings about going.

The 1.5 million Ukrainian children who have been made refugees so far cannot know if they will be afflicted with a lifelong restlessness and sadness, or if, when the time comes, they will be reluctant to return. They and their families can only focus on the here and now, the journey out, the rush to safety. They pack the trains leaving eastern and western Ukraine. They cluster around the “blue dots” of the UNICEF tents that line the sides of the roads in Poland, Romania, Moldova, and Hungary. They accept the help of the multitude of aid agencies working to expedite, to support, and to soothe their passage out of fear and chaos. Mothers and children are being put up in gyms, in churches, in community centers and, most heartening of all, gathered up and taken into people’s homes.

It would appear that lessons have been learned from the mass evacuations of the nineteen thirties and forties. Children are not being shoved into the holds of ships or lined up against a wall to be chosen or rejected. Families are not being separated. Mental health services are being provided. To try to stabilize children’s lives as quickly as possible, the receiving countries are fast-tracking Ukrainian students, teachers, and teaching assistants into their schools. Finland is already offering instruction in Ukrainian. Ireland has translated more than one hundred lessons of its curriculum to serve its newest students.

But the long-term questions remain unanswered. Most of the Ukrainian children came out of Ukraine with their mothers, but others came alone. Many were brought out by mothers who, as soon as they got their children to safety, returned to participate in the defense of Ukraine. Will the fathers who said goodbye at the station survive the war? Will the mothers return to reclaim their children? Will children, long separated from their native land, put down roots in the communities they were resettled in? Will they learn new languages? Make new friends they don’t want to leave?

The Jewish parents who put their children on the Kindertransport trains in 1939 had, in one sense, more answers than we do. Most of them knew that their children weren’t coming home again. The Finnish children who returned from Sweden after the war bore the scars of the years spent worrying about their families. The children who were evacuated from the London Blitz bore these same scars and returned to a city of missing people. Many evacuees didn’t return. Orphaned by the war, they stayed with the families who had taken them.

It is already clear that there will be too many Ukrainian orphans. We know that the cities and villages many of the children and their mothers fled from are being brutally erased. The predictions now are that the Russian-Ukraine War might drag on for years. What does it do to a child, to anyone, to watch from afar as their families and cities disappear?

The largesse of a continent, of the entire West, has been marshaled to try to beat back these grim truths as it seeks to resettle and to support the children and families of the Ukrainian conflict. Is this largesse also trying to beat back uncomfortable memories of Syrian children and families standing at closed borders behind coils of barbed wire?

The reality is that the shock of the Russian-Ukraine War and what it has done to the children of Ukraine is not merely the shock that another pointless and brutal war is driving children from their homes. It is the shock that children are being driven from their homes in a Europe that was supposed to have moved beyond.

The mothers of these European children must now make the decisions that African, Middle Eastern, Asian, Latin, and Central American women have had to make for too many years. They must confront the unthinkable. How can I ensure my child’s survival if something happens to me? What can I do to save them?

A mother in Kyiv makes identification cards with her daughter’s name, birthdate and the child’s parent’s phone numbers on them. She plans to pin these cards on two-and-a-half-year-old Vira in case the family is separated, or worse, in the evacuation. Then it occurs to her what could happen to such small, fragile pieces of paper in the chaos of war or simply at the hands of a frightened child. She turns her child over, bares her back and writes the information on her skin.

The girl is too young to understand what her mother is doing. She will understand when she is older if her mother chooses to tell her. Where will she be when this story is shared? Will she be in the south of France where she is now? Or in Kyiv, returned to chance a life in a free or truncated Ukraine? Will little Vira no longer be little? Will the scars of survivor’s guilt have already begun to set in? These are questions for the child’s future. For now, Vira and her parents are the lucky ones. They made it to a part of Europe where the sun is shining and no bombs are falling.

Yet it is surely an act that a mother doesn’t ever fully return from. Writing your daughter’s name on her back so that if the worst happens, her past will not be completely obliterated. So that whoever ends up caring for your child will use the name that you gave her and maybe, just maybe, in the repeated hearing of that name, some memory of you might remain.

Images: Provided by the author. Top: Mirek Pruchnicki from Przemyśl, Sanok, Polska, CC BY 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons. Bottom: Photo by Aleksandra Makoviy.

Linda Strange
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  1. A powerful and poignant account, beautifully written, and soberly accepted because it personalizes the reality of statistics and visuals about a vicious war…

  2. Really beautifully written and very moving. I love that Linda has provided the historic background of other times when children were resettled. Although there is more compassion for the plight of Ukrainian children in the current crisis, many of them are arriving in strange countries alone, and almost all are leaving a father behind as well as their homes. As in earlier crises caused by war all these children are undergoing incredible trauma. This is a compelling piece that really brings this home.

  3. Linda, you have very eloquently described what we can’t stop thinking about. Must be something in my eye…

  4. It’s heartbreaking to continually see how people with distorted and unchecked power continue to degrade others. We humans never seem to learn from our past.

  5. This article makes the critical connection between events that we thought would only ever be “historical” and today’s crisis. The story of the mother writing on her child’s back was a heartbreaking final reminder of this reality. Looking forward to more articles from Mrs. Strange!

  6. A poignant piece, highlighting as with all wars it is children and their families that suffer.

  7. Lisa Quint

    The article represents the excellent writing of Linda Strange. In it shows us the terrible agony of

    those families of Ukraine that a despicable sick tyrant is bringing on people of his own heritage.

  8. The repetition of the disastrous consequences of every war, whoever gets in the way is above all the weak part of the population. Linda renders this tragedy well in her writing.

  9. Great connections to the past. The parallel reality is there. For me, the child chewing his name tag to bits to the mother that worried about that same name tag for her child then writing on her back brought back the realities of the tattoos that Nazi’s inflicted on the Jews in WWII. Oh, the life long damage that war inflicts on small and innocent humans.

  10. Thank you everyone for your comments. It is indeed depressing to see the past repeating itself and the same outrages being perpetrated over and over again because someone thought they could. Though there are many tragedies to choose from in this conflict, the worst thing for me to see is the apartment buildings that look JUST LIKE the apartment building I lived in in Russia, in ruins, uninhabitable, all the lives of the people who lived there either ended or upended. It is no wonder that Vladimir Putin has worked so hard to keep these images off the Russians televisions because the same thought would immediately occur to any Russian. “That apartment building could be my apartment building. That could be my life ruined and blasted apart. What are we doing to these people and for what?”

  11. Putin’s war and the consequences it inflicts on the innocent. Thank you for sharing your researched and personal perspective. Let’s hope and pray for the people of Ukraine.

  12. Linda writes poignantly about the heartbreak of war, especially when mothers are forced to part with their children. Linda is a talented writer whose work I would definitely like to read!

  13. Thanks Dennis and Margo,

    One of the most disturbing aspects of Putin’s War, and there are many to choose from, is the deliberate targeting of the innocent. They are not collateral damage. They are the targets.

  14. Great – if heartbreaking – piece. I fear we again are forgetting the lessons of history – this ties the past to the present too clearly…..

  15. Dear Linda, your story is very powerful and engaging and well represents the unacceptability of certain sufferings, especially when they involve innocent beings. Your undoubted skills as a writer know how to communicate directly inside hearts by uniting them in a common feeling so strong that it should allow everyone to overcome the divisions of minds too often “conditioned” by external imposed interpretations. It is certainly not easy and requires a lot of commitment from each of us. I say this because I have also read your previous article “What Ever Happened to Igor” and I am very sorry for your loss of a dear longtime friendship.
    From your Italian friend

  16. Another excellent article, that truly gives insight of the struggle people endure to escape their war torn countries. I can only image the myriad of decisions one makes to ensure family safety under these circumstances.

  17. Yes, the poor children forced into a confusing and terrifying situation. Yet, as Linda points out, it is a tragedy repeated over and over again, and there is always a war going on somewhere in the world. How does a young life gain traction when surrounded by loss and horror? It is heartbreaking.

  18. Linda, A powerful and heartbreaking account of today’s reality of history repeating itself. A heartbreaking story, beautifully woven into the tapestry of both history and literature. Thank you.

  19. Linda, Very beautifully written and painful to read. It makes me feel very fortunate that living in the USA, we have not experienced the tragedy of war on our grounds for many years. It also makes me think of how venerable we are at this time. Thank you for bringing forth such mindfulness. We have always been the nation with open arms and hopefully will never experience the heartbreak of sending our children away to safety. Home, family, and belonging is the core of every human being. A great piece.

  20. Thanks, Edna. At the same time as we are a nation of open arms, we are also a nation filled with our own grief, anguished by our own tragedies. Ten years after Newtown, the town where I grew up and went to elementary school, another group of children is massacred along with their teacher by some unhappy, over-armed individual who should not have been able to purchase a gun. Our own children are not riding the refugee trains, but they are not coming home from school alive either.


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