Note: Magda and her mother escaped from Switzerland where Magda was at a school just before the last world war. When they arrived in England both were classes as enemy aliens, even though Alice Grieves Herrmann was a native born Englishwoman. They changed the spelling because they thought it drew less attention to them being of German origin at the time. (The Germans were really hated at the time, they even kicked Dachtshuntd dogs in the street!!!) Alice's very wealthy family never forgave her for marrying without their consent, and so they survived by Alice playing the piano in theatres and for films, and giving piano lessons. They were eventually taken in by a spinster aunt as her companions, and this aunt left them her property and money when she died. This wealth sustained them for many years in comparative comfort.In fact it supported Magda and the boys when they returned from Australia.
I have the various passports and birth and marriage certificates with the name of her German father spelled as I have just told you. It is variously spelled Hermann, Herrmann. The von Reinhardt is also spelled without the t sometimes. They were involved in textile manufacturing and importing of lace etc as I understand it. The various wars of course upset all the family arrangements. Magda and Alice had no more to do with them after the wars, and even lost contact with her two sons. Wars tend to do this sort of thing to families I guess. Her name was on the birth certificate as Magda Katchen Helene Herrmann, daughter of Alice Sarah Grieves, and Hans Otto von Reinhartd Herrman...Berlin registered etc. I don't know much more. I have only found other things on line pertaining to a von Reinhart Herrmann who was a war criminal ww2!!! ???, and a family of musicians , particularly zithers!!!??? Others are toy and stuffed animal makers.
Note: Briefly, my father Ralph Aubrey Skitch met my mother Magda Katie Helena Herman in London during the first World War (he was in the RFC). She went out to Australia to marry him in (about) 1920. They lived in Millicent, South Australia. My elder bother Robert Earnest was born in 1923. and I was born in 1927 (Jeffrey Ralph).
My mother and two sons returned to England for a visit in 1929. She was booked to return on the RMS Jarvis Bay (Which incidentally gallantly tried to protect an incoming Atlantic convoy in 1941 from a German pocket battleship - and got sunk!) My father cabled her not to return - I have seen the cable - so she stayed in England. My father divorced her on grounds of desertion. My mother didn't think it worthwhile to contest it. My mother never remarried....
For obvious reasons I don't know very much about my mother's life in Millicent. She found it very difficult coming from London to a very small town like Millicent. She told me about cooking on a wood stove, tapping the water container outside to see how much was left...and of course the WC down the garden - which sometimes snakes also liked! My mother told me that my father had a good singing voice. In the 1950's he apparently got to hear some of my Gilbert & Sullivan recordings. My mother never really criticised him all that much to me. She did say that there was rather too much beer consumption....but I don't believe this was unique in those days!
My mother had a very good singing voice, and my grandmother trained at the Guildhall School in London and was a pianist of concert standard. Back in the 1880's women were not encouraged to play professionally. Grandmother (nee Greaves) eloped with a German to Berlin where my mother and two brothers were born. Grandfather Herrmann was a considerable ladies man and finally grandmother couldn't stand it any longer and returned to London with my mother. The boys stayed in Germany. I believe Grandfather went off the Argentine with the younger boy. Grandfather got shot in a duel over a woman, and the son was thrown from a horse and broke his neck. At least that is the story we heard. The elder son went through the first world war in the Imperial German Navy. He took part in the 1918 mutiny and was wounded. He survived and married and had children. All I know about that is that in 1947 my mother got a letter from a girl in Germany who was about to marry a British soldier - I guess she must have been related to mother's brother. Back in 1947, and in fact for a number of years after the war, people in Britain were not terribly fond of the Germans. My mother wrote back to say that all things considered, my brother had been bombing the hell out of Germany - I have his flying logbooks recording all the cities he visited - and we ourselves had been bombed and machine gunned. She didn't think the time was ripe for Anglo-German friendships. (Mother got a very terse and sarcastic letter in reply!)
Grandmother and my mother were back in London just prior to 1918 in time for the war - they were both classed as enemy aliens. Grandmother eventually was renaturalised. Mother of course became an Australian citizen when she married my father. ....
As mentioned in my last email, since leaving Australia in 1929 I saw my father only once for a few hours in Adelaide in 1938. Mother, grandmother my brother and I had all travelled to Australia (RMS Orama) with a view to living back in Australia. We went up as far as Brisbane with the ship - and came back to England still with the Orama! Grandmother and mother had done exactly the same thing in RMS Orontes in 1937. They tried to do it again in 1939 -the year the war started, but we got off the RMS Ormonde at Naples and returned to England. In 1934 we all went to South Africa, and again came back on the same ship - RMS Windsor Castle. It does sound pretty daft when I write this doesn't it? They certainly liked sea travel...
My father never wrote to us from 1929 onwards - I don't know why. Actually Stella wrote and told him about our son' Robert's birth in 1956. He did write and sent a koala bear! Marie Skitch (my father's brother Cecil's wife ) did call on us at our house in London. She had been managing an Australian cricket team touring the UK (NOT the National team.....) This must have been after my father died in 1959. She gave me my father's WW1 medals and some photographs - which presumably Thelma had given her.
Actually my mother died in 1959 a few months before our second son was born. I wrote this sad news to my father in Millicent and much to our shock received a letter - possibly from Thelma, but not sure, that my father died within a month of receiving my letter. We might have established some kind of connection had he lived. In those days Australia still seemed a long way away. Six weeks by sea and very expensive by air."