This book’s title, My Disappearing Uncle, based on Kathy Henderson’s stories of her childhood, and on the lives of her parents, grandparents and other extended family across Europe, is something of a misnomer.
The disappearing uncle – Clemens, the younger brother of her mother Inge – doesn’t really feature until well into the second half of the book. However what happened to him is earth-shattering and at the heart of a story that’s essentially about how Jews were treated in Europe over the last 200 years, so it is perhaps understandable that the author highlighted Clemens’s story in the book’s title.
To start with, Henderson treats us to anecdotes about her own youth and that of her mother; she also unravels the full story of Inge’s Austrian origins which her mother hadn’t really bothered to tell Henderson and her only sibling about, apart from some interesting, even funny, stories. But it was enough to intrigue her and embark on the detective work and research necessary to get to the heart of the family’s Jewishness.
The author never met her Austrian Grandmother Anny – known as Mutti to the family – but she was apparently a larger-than-life character, and anecdotes about her abounded, such as the arrival of her first baby. Anny was living in a fairytale chalet at the top of a snow covered mountain when she went into labour. But no bother to her – she just tobogganed her way to the town and took a train to the nursing home where she gave birth to Henderson’s aunt Beate.
Clemens, picture from the Henderson Schey collection
Christened Anna Caecilia Schindler, Anny/Mutti was an actress in Vienna before her marriage and part of an artistic social circle which included the artist Gustav Klimt and the composer Gustav Mahler. Anny, a Catholic, married Baron Friedrich Schey von Koromla and they had three children: Beate, Inge and Clemens.
In 1930 when Inge was 10, she packed them up and headed first for Italy where, the story goes, they stayed in Alassio and were spotted by Mussolini while playing. “If only I could see the father of three such perfect Aryan children,” he is supposed to have exclaimed on seeing the three blue eyed blondes.
As it happened Mussolini wouldn’t have been too pleased with Friedrich, who was tall, dark haired, brown eyed and born Jewish though he described himself as nondenominational. The three children were baptised Protestant.
After a sojourn in Italy, and then on the Côte d’Azur, Anny took the family to England where they remained.
When Henderson heard these stories about Mutti, they were portrayed as fun; it was only later she realised the reason Anny left was because of the increasingly threatening atmosphere in Austria where even prosperous, non-practising Jewish families were at risk.
The family could run but they couldn’t hide and sadly, despite the fact Clemens spoke flawless English and was reared and educated in Britain, he didn’t escape unscathed. At the tender age of 16 he was detained as an “enemy alien”, interned and then shipped to Canada across war-ravaged seas. His mother never saw him again. He really did disappear.
Henderson’s book is engaging on several levels, and some of the characters are fascinating. The problem is the large cast – it’s quite difficult to keep track.
There are some quite fact-heavy sections as well – people aren’t too familiar with Austrian history and so, to put a lot of the story in context, Henderson has to provide that detail and it slows the narrative in places.
Her detective work and knowledge of Austria’s history are impressive and her family story is a rich intricate tapestry, but one can’t help feeling it might have worked more successfully had she put it in novel form.
My Disappearing Uncle: Europe, War and the Stories of a Scattered Family by Kathy Henderson, The History Press, €22