Chapter 10:  My ex. Girlfriend - Meeting Dianne

Dianne was a recently divorced attractive young blond.  She had one small son from her former husband.  She and her former husband had both served in the US Navy and met there. Her marriage did not last long. Her friends advised Dianne that the best husband to find is a Jewish guy and she was determined to find this guy.  Dianne's mother was born in Germany and after the Second World War she came to the U.S. with two of her sister. They were  young girls and arrived to the U.S. with nothing.  Dianne's mother married "Marty" just after she arrived here.  Marty was an American Jew who was a simple man and was not educated beyond high school. They had two daughters and then got divorced.

Dianne's mother remarried a man whom she met in New York through a family introduction. He was an ex US Air-Force airman and had served in the Pacific in the same Squadron with George Bush senior. At the time I met Dianne's parents, they had been married for a long time.  Both of them had children from previous marriages.  Dianne said she had had a good childhood with her step dad.  Dianne's step-dad was more reserved and cold compared to Dianne's mother.  Dianne's mother was warm and loving.  She fed me some of her German cooking and at the time I gained some extra pounds. Dianne's step-dad and I initially had no conversations or any other form of communications.  Dianne's step-dad was a Freemason but he did not declare it.  I recognized his ring and stated that I came from a family of Freemasons stretching through several generations.  He right away opened up and became more interested and friendly.  In 1995, I went with Dianne to Israel.  We traveled to Jerusalem and visited the holy places for Christianity and Judaism.  I also traveled to my many relatives in Israel and Dianne was well liked by all.  She was friendly, talkative and casual.  There was one incident that seemed very bizarre in this trip.  We went to meet my Old Norwegian friends who lived in Haifa.  He was a Lutheran priest and his wife was a great admirer of Israel.  They were then in their seventies and had lived about 10 years in Israel.  I had visited them in Norway early in the eighties and had met many of their family members and friends there.  They had strong religious beliefs in Christianity and Judaism rolls within it.  When they met Dianne they just stopped talking.  It seems that they were in shock.  I cannot explain this behavior until today. They may have had some strong resentment of Germans or perhaps resentment for some other unknown reasons.  Norway was occupied by the Germans during the Second World War and the southern area, with all its beautiful fiords, the area in Norway from where they came from, was used for hidden ships ports and for production of heavy water.  I did explain that Dianne is genetically half Jewish but it did not make a difference.  Dianne and I felt that they just wanted us to leave.

Chapter 11:  Meeting Dianne's family

I met Dianne's aunts several times.  I was in the house of one of them and there I discovered a room with many books about Hitler and the Second World War.  I found it very strange and I brought up the subject with Dianne. She said that her aunt's or uncle’s family has a secret from the time of the Second World War and that her mother did not divulge this secret.  I just assumed that perhaps one of the family members was a soldier in the Second World War and they were just hiding this fact because they were ashamed of it.

Both of Dianne's aunts were widowers at the time and had kept relations with their departed husbands’ families.  I met many of Dianne's immediate and extended family members.   One day we went to a restaurant in Long Island for a family gathering.  I met there Dianne’s second aunt or someone whom I thought was her aunt.  She said her last name was Hiller.  I told her that in Israel I had a teacher with the same last name.  Ms. Hiller just looked at me with a strange look for a long time, which for years I could not explain.

She then introduced me to one of her relatives named Brian.  He was of my age and his looks were typically Nordic.  He was blond and looked like the German Ideal stereotype the Nazis were trying to propagate.  He was friendly but very quite. He seemed to be afraid of me, a fact I could not understand.  Other members of the family were less friendly but always responded to any sign of communication from me.

When I spoke with Dianne's mother about the Second World War she only mentioned the bombing of the allies in her city and the fact that she had saved her brother from a bombing attack on her town.  She said her city had been completely destroyed. 

Once in the Fall of 1995, Dianne and I flew in a small airplane to visit some of her family members who lived in close proximity in a single village in Pennsylvania.  The village inhabitants were all German- Americans who migrated to the US after the Second World War.   It was interesting to spend the weekend there.  For the most part of this trip, I did not find myself being alienated for the fact that I was a “Mizrachi” Jewish guy from Israel who had definitely different appearance than most of the people in that village.  They treated me well and many of these old folks heard about my flying trip to Pennsylvania (with Dianne).  I flew there with a small Piper Cherokee and encountered IFR weather conditions on the way, which resulted in flying in rain clouds for about an hour.  It was not dangerous but exciting.  Dianne was with me and she repeated the story to these folks.  When I visited one of the older folks who had eyesight problems he was glad to meet me and was proud of his new “Luftwaffe” acquaintance who may join the family.  He held my face close to his and touched it.  He stated that I have northern features but it seems I spend too much time in the sun.  Dianne just pushed me away from him.  It was an interesting encounter.  Later I was told that the old guy thought I was from a German descent.   Later I joked with Dianne that she would easily pass the Northern feature test.  She was blond and had blue eyes.  She had strong bone structure and had stereotypical German features. I joked with her and told her that Hitler would have used her as a model for the German people, perhaps without knowing that her genetic father is Jewish.  She just looked at me not knowing what to do or say.  She perhaps was a bit upset about my remark, but she was already used to my blunt remarks emanating from the fact that I grew up in Israel and Israelis are known to have these traits of boldness and bluntness.

Dianne and I parted to our different ways in 1996.  She got married to a German national and moved to Germany.  I still keep in touch with her using e-mails and Skype.  Only recently I told her the story about Ms. Hiller, Phyllis, and Brian, and whom I thought they were.  I found out this story several years after Dianne and I went our different ways.  I found out that they were Hitler's relatives.  They were Hitler's nephew's family. 

After-thought:

My people were in great despair at the time of the Second World War.  I did not expect to meet family members of the person who was the cause of this despair.  I did learn that they were like any other normal human beings and deducted that, tyrants and murderers do not pass their evil genes, and in the end they always disappear.

 

Written By: Albert Talker

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 Reference (from Wikipedia):

William Patrick Hitler was the only son of Alois Hitler, Jr., and his Irish-born wife Bridget Dowling. They had met in Dublin when Alois was living there in 1909, and eloped to Liverpool where William was born in 1911. Hitler's nephew is recalled by elderly former neighbors, and in Liverpool folklore variously as "Billy" or "Paddy" Hitler. The family lived in a flat at 102 Upper Stanhope Street, which was destroyed, ironically, in the last German air raid of the Liverpool Blitz on January 10, 1942. It has remained a bomb site ever since. Dowling wrote a manuscript called My Brother-in-Law Adolf, in which she claimed Adolf Hitler had moved to Liverpool with her and Alois from November 1912 to April 1913, in order to dodge conscription in Austria. The story has been popular, but is dismissed by most historians as fanciful.

In 1914 Alois returned to Germany, but Bridget refused to join him, as he had become violent. Unable to reconnect due to the outbreak of World War I, Alois abandoned the family, leaving William to be raised by his mother. He remarried, bigamously, but re-established contact in the mid-1920s when he wrote to Bridget asking her to send William to Weimar Republic Germany for a visit. She finally agreed in 1929, when William was 18. (Alois had another son with his German wife, Heinz Hitler, who, in contrast to his cynical half-brother, became a true-believing Nazi and died in Soviet captivity.)

In 1933, William Patrick Hitler returned to Nazi Germany in an attempt to benefit from his uncle's rise to power. His uncle found him a job in a bank. Later, he worked at the Opel car factory and then as a car salesman. Unsatisfied, William Patrick persisted in asking his uncle for a better job, and there were rumors he might sell embarrassing stories about the family to the press if he did not receive one; among the rumors would have been his father's bigamous marriage. In 1938, Adolf asked William to relinquish his British citizenship in exchange for a high-ranking job. Fearing a trap, William panicked and fled Germany. Returning to London he wrote an article for Look magazine titled "Why I Hate my Uncle".

In 1939, William and his mother went to the United States on a lecture tour on the invitation of William Randolph Hearst, and were stranded there when World War II broke out. William joined the United States Navy in 1944; when he went to the draft office and introduced himself, the recruiting officer replied, "Glad to see you Hitler, my name's Hess."

William Patrick Hitler served in the US Navy and the Naval Medical Corps before being discharged in 1947. After leaving the service he changed his last name to Stuart-Houston married, moved to Patchogue on Long Island, New York, and had four sons. He used his medical training to establish a business analyzing blood samples for hospitals.

He died in 1987 and was buried alongside his mother, Bridget, in a cemetery in Long Island.

He was married to Phyllis Jean-Jacques, born in Germany in 1923, whose sister who kept in correspondence with William via mail. After their relationship had begun Patrick, Phyllis, and Bridget sought anonymity in the U.S. In 1949 they had their first son, who was given the name Alexander Adolf by Patrick. They would later have three more sons, by the names of Louis, Howard, and Brian.

Howard, died in an automobile accident in 1989 without having had any children, leaving his other sons (Alexander Adolf, Louis and Brian) as the last three members of Adolf Hitler's paternal bloodline. It has been said that these three have vowed not to have children themselves, but Alex has stated that he knows of no such pact and that if it had been made, it was made by the other two brothers without his involvement.