When Edward “Edek” Hartry and his wife Teresa designed and built their family dwelling near Woking, they created a daringly modern improving full of sun.
Their glass and timber home digested out amongst the red-brick Tudor revival architecture of stockbroker Surrey – simple, open-plan and translucent.
It was the 1950 s. Young architects were in the vanguard of suspecting a brand-new, post-War Britain.
The Hartrys though had more rationale than most to believe that life could no longer rely upon old plans.
They were both Polish by birth, starting futures as naturalised British citizens after a combat that had made a graveyard of their country.
Edward, known always as Edek, told perfect English. He didn’t talk much about the past, but that was not miraculous in that time and neighbourhood.
He was busy with life, “their childrens”, his job, his sports cars.
Edward died in 1967, Teresa in 2002.
It was not until then that their daughter Krystyna observed a small suitcase full of papers that revealed her leader, his legend and his art.
Edward Hartry was born Edward Henrik Herzbaum in 1920, lad of a Polish Jewish family then living in Vienna.
The Herzbaums moved back to Poland in the 1930 s and settled in Lodz, where Edward enrolled as an building student.
He was 19 when Nazi Germany and Stalin’s Soviet Union propelled nearly simultaneous invasions and sobbing up Poland between them, in 1939.
Edward’s mother dreaded for her only “childrens and” referred him easts to disguise in the town of Lvov.
Agents from the NKVD – the Soviet secret police – caught Edward in June 1940.
He was one of more than a million Polish followers, women and children forced into cattle trains and deported in order to raze the Polish position.
Quickly and secretly, the NKVD assassinated 20,000 Polish police, scholars and other fleshes of washing – immersing them in the groves of Katyn.
But most people were despatched to labour camps and prisons – mainly in the most remote parts of the Soviet Union.
Edward was sent to the Volga River, where he laboured as a logger and at a hydro-electric weed.
Edek’s long journey
His diary reveals grotesque brutality, famine and torment as routine.
It was hopeless for him to draw at the time. Edward’s pen and ink contemplates of this desperate interval “re coming out” memory.
When Germany stormed into the Soviet Union in June 1941, Stalin secreted the living Poles – who were now collaborators.
Edward determined his style millions of kilometres south into Central Asia to join a mass of weak and starved gentlemen, women teens.
They became a Polish legion in expatriate, is presided over by Gen Wladyslaw Anders.
“I’ve managed to buy a sketch record and some paints and I am acquiring some sketches of the mountains, ” Edward wrote, bowled over by the colours, the hot and the landscape.
“The dyes are not very good, the representation record is made from painful paper, so the sketches are even worse, but maybe someday I will be able to do some duty based on them.”
The Anders army skippered in all the regions of the Caspian Sea out of the USSR to Iran, and from there served in Palestine, Iraq and Egypt alongside British troops through 1942 and 1943.
Iraq amazed Edward.
“Here I are more likely to not use colours but would switch to ink. Such colors contrasts are better yielded by graphics.
“I have never before interpreted red-faced, orange or violet mountains and I have recognized so many lettuce, yellow and chocolate-brown skies, ” wrote Edward in Palestine.
In 1944, the Anders army was deployed to Italy, where it would fight the clash of its life, at Monte Cassino, the hill-top convent that guarded the way to Rome.
Allied armies of many acres have really attached three brutal abuses on Cassino and removed thousands of tonnes of bombs.
On 12 May 1944, the Poles and other Allied legions finally drove the Germans out.
The road to Rome was open. The Polish flag piloted from the monastery. The hillside was littered with the dead.
“Crushed stone, stumps of trees, crushed ammo occurrences, helmets hit through, brutal covers, ” Edward wrote.
“Bomb craters into which a two-storey building would fit, burnt-out barrels and patches of artillery with barrels twisted like pasta.”
“All these stuffs create an portrait which is more theatrical and centralized than in any movie or painting.”
Edward’s sketchbooks grew filled with intimate drawings of his comrades as the War drew to a close.
These would be the last few months the soldiers of the Anders army would devote together.
The Poland they knew was destroyed, numerous houses were dead or missing.
It was in Italy that Edward heard of the deaths among his mother in the Lodz ghetto, sometime in 1940 -4 1.
Edward remained on in Rome learning architecture until he moved on to the UK in 1946, along with dozens of thousands of demobbed servicemen and women.
He made his unit and succeeded rehabilitating bomb-damaged London for the Greater London Council and elsewhere.
Herzbaum became Hartry, and a bundle of drawings disappeared into a chocolate-brown suitcase.
His modern light-filled new home in the London commuter region was a fresh start – a brand-new design for living.
Edward Herzbaum/ Hartry was one of a generation of Polish-British emigres who misled extinction not once but many times.
All of those who survive are now in, or approaching, their 90 s.
Architects and technologists, musicians and schoolteachers, many is also contributing in build modern Britain.
All carried penetrating personal losings and appalling legends of endurance, often restrained confidential for decades.
Find out more
Read Edward Herzbaum’s diary here.
Listen to The Odyssey of Gen Anders’ Army on the BBC iPlayer – from BBC World Service.
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