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Manny Blumenthal, a Berlin Jew, survives "Kristallnacht, the night of broken glass" and then a concentration camp to escape the Holocaust. He finds refuge in Manchester's Cottonopolis, where he rebuilds his family's former successful fashion empire, torn apart by Nazism. Courageously, he pulls together the threads of his life, sustained by his illicit liaison with Maeve, a beautiful young gentile so reminiscent of Sara, his pre-war sweetheart. Maeve escapes poverty and the facade of her loveless marriage. Recovering from a stifled affair with her Jewish lover, Jake, she relentlessly pursues her dream of becoming a fashion designer. Despite Manny's resolve, his life unravels as the horror of Kristallnacht returns to torment him. His attempt to face his demons in post-war Vienna fails, when avenging the death of his family at the behest of the Nokmim - a Zionist revolutionary group - his life is once again left in shreds.

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers
Date de parution	31 janvier 2019
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781528944779
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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MiDei Pa’am
From Time to Time
Rachel Farren
Austin Macauley Publishers
2019-01-31
MiDei Pa’am About the Author Dedication Copyright Information Acknowledgements Disclaimer Part One Epigraph Prologue: Albert Square, Manchester, VE Night Tuesday, May 8 th , 1945 Chapter 1: Salford, Manchester Friday, May 8 th , 1953 Chapter 2: Wartime, Salford May 8 th , 1944 Chapter 3: Salford Post War Friday, May 8 th , 1953 Chapter 4: Wartime, Squires Gate, Blackpool May 8 th , 1944 Chapter 5: Salford Saturday, May 9 th , 1953 Chapter 6: Squires Gate, Blackpool May 8 th , 1944 Chapter 7: Salford Saturday, May 9 th , 1953 Chapter 8: Blackpool Central Pier May 8 th , 1944 Chapter 9: Prestwich Salford Saturday Morning, May 9 th , 1953 Chapter 10: Alice’s House, Salford Late July, 1944 Chapter 11: Prestwich May 9 th , 1953 Chapter 12: Maeve’s Sister’s House Early August, 1944 Chapter 13: May 9 th , 1953 Chapter 14: Manchester Cathedral Late August, 1944 Chapter 15: Prestwich, Salford Saturday Morning, May 9 th , 1953 Chapter 16: Cheetham Hill, Manchester September, 1944 Chapter 17: Deansgate, Manchester May 9 th , 1953 Chapter 18: Manchester Cathedral Late September, 1944 Chapter 19: King Street Hairdressing Salon, Manchester Saturday, May 9 th , 1953 Chapter 20: Cheetham Hill, Manchester Late September, 1944 Chapter 21: Deansgate, Manchester Saturday, May 9 th , 1953 Chapter 22: Green and Goldberg’s Factory Late September, 1944 Chapter 23: Alice’s House Saturday, May 9 th , 1953 Chapter 24: Alice’s house December, 1944, Hanukkah Chapter 25: Alice’s House Saturday, May 9 th , 1953 Chapter 26: Cheetham Hill, Manchester December, 1944 Chapter 27: Alice’s House Saturday, May 9 th , 1953 Chapter 28: Manchester Cathedral Christmas, 1944 Chapter 29: Alice’s House Sunday, May 10 th , 1953 Chapter 30: Winter, 1945 Chapter 31: Alice’s House Sunday, May 10 th , 1953 Chapter 32: Mauthausen Refugee Camp February, 1945 Chapter 33: Alice’s House Saturday, May 16 th , 1953 Chapter 34: Mauthausen Displaced Persons’ Camp Chapter 35: King Street Saturday, May 16 th , 1953 Chapter 36: Manchester April, 1945 Chapter 37: Manchester April 30 th , 1945 Easter Salford, 1945 Chapter 38: Summer, 1953 Chapter 39: Manchester Cathedral May 1 st , 1945 Chapter 40: King Street September, 1953 Chapter 41: The Next Day Chapter 42: Displaced Persons’ Camp May, 1946 September, 1946 Chapter 43: Alice’s House September, 1953 Part Two The Fair Maiden Chapter 1: Spring, Berlin, 1937 May Day, 1937 August, 1937 Chapter 2: Deansgate, Manchester Early November, 1953 Chapter 3: Berlin September, 1937 Chapter 4: Manchester Late November, 1953 Chapter 5: Berlin Late Spring, 1938 Chapter 6: Manchester December, 1953 Chapter 7: Berlin Autumn, 1938 Chapter 8: Manchester, 1953 Chapter 9: Berlin Autumn, 1938 Chapter 10: Manchester, 1953 Chapter 11: Berlin Early November, 1938 Chapter 12: Manchester, 1953 Chapter 13: Berlin Railway Station Early November, 1938 Chapter 14: Sacher Hotel, 1953 Chapter 15: Vienna November, 1938 Chapter 16: Vienna, 1953 Chapter 17: Vienna November 9 th , 1938 Chapter 18: Sacher Hotel, 1953 Chapter 19: Manchester December, 1953 Chapter 20: January, 1954 Chapter 21: Alice’s House, Salford September, 1954 Chapter 22: Epilogue Christmas Eve, Shabbat, 1954 Bibliography
About the Author

The author
(Photographed by Helen Rae)
Rachel Farren has enjoyed a career as a university academic and music teacher. Growing up in the warmth of an urban village in Salford, she gained a PhD from Salford University, where she developed her writing skills.
A passion for storytelling has resulted in her first published novel, which draws on her love of history and early life in Jewish Manchester.
Rachel now lives in rural Cheshire.
Dedication
To my family, both past and present.

Worker Bee
Copyright Information
Copyright © Rachel Farren (2019)
The right of Rachel Farren to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
ISBN 9781788233880 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781788233897 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781788233903 (E-Book)
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First Published (2019)
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Acknowledgements
Thanks to Dr James Raymond for his advice regarding the rise of Zionism in Nazi Germany.
Disclaimer
This story is set within real historical time and place. The characters and storyline are entirely fictitious. Any resemblance to persons, alive or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Part One

Epigraph
And suddenly we see that love costs all we are and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free.
From Touched by an Angel
By Maya Angelou

Prologue: Albert Square, Manchester, VE Night

Tuesday, May 8 th , 1945
For a moment, she lost the tight hold she had on his hand as the crowd suddenly surged forwards. They whooped hysterically with delight to the familiar strains of “Knees up Mother Brown” which was blasting out of the loud speakers.
Ee I ee I ee I oh, they chanted, kicking their legs in all directions, laughing manically. Maeve anxiously jumped out of the line of fire and then smiled benignly as she looked on at a rather large lady who, unabashed, lifted her skirts high to reveal pale pink bloomers as she circled her legs from the knee in true “can can” fashion, much to the delight of the crowd, who immediately formed a ring around her and placed her centre stage as she kicked and spun round like a dancer from the Folies Bergère.
Momentarily Maeve relaxed, smiling despite her fear of losing him. The happiness they all felt was infectious. Who could not be happy tonight? A vicious threat had been lifted. What they had all been through was beyond endurance. They’d almost become numb to the pain of the men missing, killed in action, the bombing, the not knowing of where Jerry would strike next, the broken men returning from prisoner of war camps. They had been anaesthetised to the pain, some with a hefty dose of stout or spirits when they could get it.
With one last exhausted thrust they had pushed Hitler back. Tonight was the celebration of the birth of a new nation which was exhausted and depleted but joyous and proud. From the look of the square tonight there was going to be a lot of “wetting the baby’s head” before the night was over.
Maeve herself, although not a great drinker, had had a stout or two already, the last one of which was beginning to take effect, and she felt distinctly woozy as dusk drew in, becoming a little frantic now she scanned the crowds. Panic rising in her, she realised that he had gone. She couldn’t see him anywhere. She was dismayed. He had become swallowed up by the great sea of revellers. He was gone; how could he have lost her?
Her heart now beat loudly in her chest. She fought to still her breathing. If she lost him now she would have no way of contacting him. They hadn’t arranged to meet again and she had no idea where he lived, and now that the war was over he had told her that he was being transferred to where? She had no idea.
He only knew she lived in Lower Broughton. It’s how it had been over the last year since they had met in Blackpool, when she had been there for work. There had been no questions asked. It had been love at first sight. They had met sporadically when they could since then, arranging their meetings by telephone and letter. The letters were sent to a PO Box number, as after all she was married and her sister would not have approved should she have found out. Neither the barracks nor Maeve’s sister’s house, where Maeve was spending the duration of the war, had a private telephone, so they used phone box to phone box. Timing was everything. They set an exact time when they would be there for each other with a backup time should anything go wrong. They hadn’t got that far this evening so if he was lost to her now she might never see him again. She was frantic. If she lost him now she would have to trust that he would write to her at the PO Box. Her anxiety rose as she realised that she couldn’t be that confident that he would. Tears welled in her eyes. The thought of losing him made her head spin and she was filled with panic. Momentarily, she held her hand to her head, apologising shyly as she bumped into a frail elderly lady as a sudden surge of movement swept through the crowd. Maeve was pushed back and almost off her feet and even further away from where she had lost him. He wouldn’t know where to look. He would never find her now. Her panic increased. She would never find him in this lot. He was gone and on tonight of all nights. She was overcome with anxiety; she tried not to cry as everywhere she looked there were jostling (and now increasingly, it seemed to Maeve), menacing merrymakers.
Her disquiet rising, she scanned the multitude of people erratically, not knowing which way to turn. Head down now, she tried to push her way through the throng in no particular direction, every so often lifting her head and raising her hand to block out the remains of the evening sun as she scanned the packed square frantically. It was packed full of happy revellers, many of whom had started their celebrations far too early and were much the worse for wear. It was impossible to see him. Maeve’s eyes were dazzled by the sunlight and the tears that were now swelling in them. The relentless buzz of the crowd felt ominous as, now slightly disorientated, she continued to look desper