Growing Up Female in Nazi Germany

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English translation copyright © by the University of Michigan 2006 All rights reserved Originally published in German as “Straff, aber nicht stramm— Herb, aber nicht derb” in 1989 by Beltz Published in the United States of America by The University of Michigan Press Manufactured in the United States of America c Printed on acid-free paper 2009 2008 2007 2006 4 3 2 1 No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, or otherwise, without the written permission of the publisher. A CIP catalog record for this book is available from the British Library. Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Reese, Dagmar, 1952– [Straff, aber nicht stramm—herb, aber nicht derb. English] Growing up female in Nazi Germany / Dagmar Reese ; translated by William Templer. p. cm. — (Social history, popular culture, and politics in Germany) Includes bibliographical references. ISBN-13: 978-0-472-09938-2 (cloth : alk. paper) ISBN-10: 0-472-09938-8 (cloth : alk. paper) ISBN-13: 978-0-472-06938-5 (pbk. : alk. paper) ISBN-10: 0-472-06938-1 (pbk. : alk. paper) 1. Women—Socialization—Germany—History. 2. Bund Deutscher Mädel—History. 3. National socialism. I. Title. II. Series. HQ1210.R4713 2006 305.235'2094309043—dc22 2006006236 The full citation for the original German language edition is “Straff, aber nicht stramm— Herb, aber nicht derb”: Zur Vergesellschaftung von Mädchen durch den Bund Deutscher Mädel im sozialkulturellen Vergleich zweier Milieus. Weinheim and Basel, 1989. ISBN13 978-0-472-02518-3 (electronic) WELTENDE Es ist ein Weinen in der Welt, Als ob der liebe Gott gestorben wär, Und der bleierne Schatten, der niederfällt, Lastet grabesschwer. Komm, wir wollen uns näher verbergen . . . Das Leben liegt in aller Herzen Wie in Särgen. Du! wir wollen uns tief küssen— Es pocht eine Sehnsucht an die Welt, An der wir sterben müssen. —Else Lasker-Schüler [WORLD’S END There’s a sobbing in the world As if God were dead And the leaden shadow that falls is ponderous as the grave Come, let’s hide closer together . . . Life lies stretched in all hearts as in cof‹ns. O let us kiss now, deep deep— A longing is knocking on the world It knolls our time to die.] ...