London, February 1939. My father, Nicholas Winton, was hard at work. But his job in the City of London finished mid-afternoon and it was now evening. He was at home doing what he considered was his real work. A plan he had created to bring endangered, mostly Jewish, children out of the hands of the Nazis in Czechoslovakia was just beginning. Hitlerâs army was moving into their country and thousands of families had fled from their homes to try to find safety. Many were living in cold and damp tents with little food and no heating and my father had become determined to help them after seeing their terrible situation on a recent visit.
Nicky: Look at him! Look at his face. Heâs already starvingâŠand when the Germans get here itâs going to be even worse for him. We have to have to find a way to get him out.
Man: You want to get this little boy out of Czechoslovakia?
Nicky: Not just him. All the children. I want to get them all out.
Against all expectations Nicky, as he was known to his friends, had managed to persuade the British government to allow him to bring Czech children into Britain. These were children whose parents had begged him to take their child to safety when he had met them in Prague, the capital of Czechoslovakia that January.âThe British governmentâs conditions for agreeing to the operation were that each child must have a foster family who would look after them and a sum of money to cover the cost of their return journey when it was safe to go home again. My fatherâs job now was to find as many families as he could who were willing and able to take a child into their home, to love and care for them. How was he to find so many kind and generous people at a time when life was hard in Britain and fears of war grew day by day?
FX: Rustling of papers. Ticking of a clock.
Mother: You look tired, Nicky. You need to get some sleep.
Nicky: Iâm too busy to sleep, Mother. Thereâs so much to be done. Iâve got to raise money to pay for the trainsâŠgot to find families prepared to look after the children when they get hereâŠthere are forms to fill in and hundreds of letters to writeâŠthen Iâve got toâŠ
Mother: You canât do it all, Nicky. Not on top of your job. You need someone to help. Someone who could work full-time on this.
Nicky: Yes. Youâre right.
Mother: Have you got someone in mind?
Nicky: Yes. You mother.
Mother: Me?
Nicky: Would you? Would you work with me?
Mother: Hand me those papers. Where do I start?
While my father was writing to newspapers and organisations asking for homes and money, Trevor Chadwick, an English schoolteacher, was busy at work in Prague. He had met Nicky there in January and heard about his plan. Without hesitation he offered to help in Prague organising the special trains to Britain once homes were found for each child. He was making lists of children whose parents were pleading for their rescue and sending the information to Nicky in London. The first group who had been found homes in Britain left Czechoslovakia in mid-March 1939. As so many parents had feared, the day after that first group had left, the German army invaded the city and took charge of all travel from Prague. Now all future trains would have to leave under the gaze of Nazi soldiers.
It was a frightening and tense time for the families, anxious that their children would not be allowed to leave. Trevor spent days bargaining with the Nazi chief, going from angry shouting to quiet pleading and back again to get his way. Once the childrenâs travel documents were stamped, they could join the next train to safety, with tearful goodbyes from parents uncertain when or even if they would see their children again.
FX: Steam train. Carriage doors. Running footsteps.
Czech mother: (Approaching) Mr ChadwickâŠMr Chadwick. This is my daughter. Margit Wohlmann.
Chadwick: Margit WohlmannâŠyes. Sheâs on the list. You need to put her on the train now. Itâs about to leave.
Mother: Sheâs only six years old. I want to go with her.
Chadwick: You canât. Itâs just the children. You know that. We can only take the children.
Mother: I know. She will be safe?
Chadwick: She will be safe. Thereâs a family in London waiting to look after her.
Mother: They are good people this family in London?
Chadwick: They are good people. You have my word.
FX: Train whistle.
Chadwick: Please Mrs Wohlmann. You have to put Margit on the train.
FX: Door opening
Chadwick: Now.
Mother: Yes. Yes, I knowâŠ
FX: Door slamming shut. Whistle. Training pulling away
Mother: Itâs alright Margit donât cryâŠyouâre going to have a lovely time in EnglandâŠit will be like a holidayâŠMummy will come soonâŠeverything will be alrightâŠdonât cryâŠ
FX: Train wheels on the track
All through the summer train after train carried hundreds of children of all ages, from babies to teenagers, to Britain. Each child was only allowed one suitcase and a small rucksack which contained some food and drink for the journey. The carriages were locked once the train left the station and soldiers came in to the carriages and hunted through the small suitcases for valuables to steal.
Many of the younger children were too frightened to eat and sat together holding hands. Older girls were given the young babies to look after for the journey and they played games and sang songs to keep up their spirits and stop the babies from crying. The journey through Germany took a whole day but eventually they arrived in Holland, where at last they were out of reach of the German soldiers. There the carriages were unlocked and kind local people gave the children hot chocolate and bread to eat.
Everyone relaxed, knowing the danger was over. A ship took them overnight to England and the final part of their journey to London, where they were met by Nicky and his mother and introduced to their foster parents who had come to the station to collect them and take them home to start their new lives.
By August 1939 eight trains had brought 669 children to England. But on the first of September bad news came about a large group of children due to leave Czechoslovakia that day.
Nicky: Mother. They stopped the train.
Mother: Our train?
Nicky: Yes.
Mother: But it was all arranged. There were supposed to be 250 children on that train.
Nicky: The Germans wouldnât even let them into the station.
Mother: What will happen to them?
Nicky: I donât know.
Mother: Thereâll be other children, Nicky. Other trains.
Nicky: Thereâll be no more trains, Mother. The Germans have invaded Poland. Theyâve closed all the borders. Thereâll be no more children coming to England from Prague. We canât save any more. Itâs finished.
Mother: You did your best, Nicky.
Nicky: I feel so sad.
Mother: You should feel proud not sad, Nicky. You saved 669 children.
Nicky: It wasnât enough, Mother. We should have saved more.
Two days after the German army invaded Poland, Britain declared war on Germany. World War Two had begun. Of the two hundred and fifty children who were turned away from that last train, nearly all were sent with their families to concentration camps where they perished during the war.
My father lived a long and active life and was always working to help those in need. So for 50 years he didnât think much about those eight busy months in 1939 and the children who he had brought to safety. When he was already nearly 80 years old, the story was told on TV for the first time and lots of people started coming to meet him to learn about the rescue. Some of them wanted to say thank you - they were the children - now grown up - who discovered at long last the man who had saved their lives.