Enjoy when you can, and endure when you must. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The details of Frieda’s life are a little more sketchy in the years immediately following World War II. She escaped the POW camp and remained with the Polish POW she met, and who saved her life, Leopold.
He had to travel throughout Europe to look for work, so once they made it back to Frankfurt am Main and were married, he had to take off to find work. Whatever money he earned in his travels he sent back to Frieda to help her. After returning to Frankfurt she discovered her mother had died of throat cancer the year before the war ended. During these years she remained estranged from her family and had little contact with her father or siblings. Leopold returned on occasion, but there was little work to be had in Germany at the time, so he never remained for long.
Near the end of 1946, Frieda gave birth to a daughter she named Gabriele. She finally had a baby she was able to keep and love, but by this time she was so badly broken she did not do a good job of it.
In 1947 she spent more time alone, surviving the best she could on the little money Leopold was able to send back for her and little Gaby. It was during this time she met a kind, handsome man, whose name she could never remember. He brought her food for herself and for her small child. Leopold was gone so long, and Frieda was so lonely, she found herself taking comfort in this kind man’s arms, and later that year, a little baby boy was born as the result.
Leopold was an intelligent man and he knew the child was not his. However he decided not to abandon Frieda and the 2 children, the same way he had abandoned his first wife and daughter back in Poland. He finally found steady work in Belgium and relocated the entire family there. They spent the next 9 years living modestly, but surviving, in Eupen, Belgium.