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Feature Profile: Doris HaggardTRANSCRIPT
HER STORY
"They weren't swimming... they were dead."
-10 day voyage to the United States -24 hours on the USS Harry Taylor on the deck in a raging storm!
She lost it ALL
"It was midnight and we were driving by
the river to get to the German border when I was three and my mother told me I couldn’t look out the window,” Dorica -Doris- Haggard said, as she turned left onto Kansas Ave. into the parking lot of Delia’s Grinders in Riverside.
“Well of course like any other three-year-old, I looked. I asked her what was wrong
with looking…people were swimming. But they weren’t swimming,” she said
solemnly as she shifted her white Toyota
pickup truck into park.
“They were dead.”
After watching a quarter of the Notre
Dame game, her and her husband William
-Bill- wear matching shirts every game, we sat down in her large, blue counter-topped kitchen with a small photo album
filled with dates from birthdays, anniversaries and deaths of Doris’s family
and friends.
Her and her husband’s fifty-fourth
wedding anniversary is approaching on
Nov. 25.
“Dwell on the good and positive and let go
of the negative,” Doris offered as her secret to marriage.
“It’s not easy,” she went on to say as
she sat back in her chair with a blush
and a smile. Her husband Bill takes a
different approach to marriage.
.“Let her do anything she wants!” He
said loudly with a gleam in his eye, earning a laugh from Doris.
Doris's family wasn’t particularly easy for Bill to win over. He had asked for her hand
in marriage just nine months after meeting
at Los Angeles City College.
Doris’s father George immediately said
yes, but just as fast, her mother Blanka
said no.
Bill’s response you wonder?
“He said ‘I don’t care what you think, I’m
not marrying you, I’m marrying your daughter’,” Doris said laughing.
Her own parents, George Vogel and
Blanka Runkas fell in love in Zagreb, Croatia and married on June 19, 1939.
Both families came from wealthy
backgrounds. Blanka’s father was the
Secretary of the Zagreb Oprah and
George’s father made pool tables that were still circulating around Europe in the
1980s when Doris and Bill took a trip to
visit family.
George had moved in during the 1920s
with his aunt who couldn’t have her own
children and whose husband’s family
business was exporting and importing furs
and silk.
Coming from wealthy families implied that George and Blanka’s children would have
a rich life and many promising adventures
ahead of them. But little did any of them
know, their world would soon be in turmoil.
In 1945, when Doris was three years old, the
Germans and Italians began eradicating
Jews, Germans and Catholics.
Doris’s German father George decided to
hyphenate his last name to Vogel-Cačič. She
hadn’t ever known what the reason for this
was, but as soon as it was changed, Doris’s
carefree life of wealth and maid service were
gone forever.
Around midnight in either March or April 1945, the Vogel-Cačič family fled Zagreb with
nothing more than the clothes on their backs
and Blanka’s precious jewelry, some of which
sits safely in Doris’s bedroom right down the
hall.
“They’re beautiful,” Doris gushed about her mother’s jewelry pieces. The pieces that aren’t with Doris today, were sold for food
back in 1945 as her family fled Croatia.
George and Blanka were the only members of both of their families to flee Croatia, but Doris
still keeps in touch with her distant relatives
overseas.
“I try to send around two or three hundred
dollars a few times during the year,” Doris said
looking through her binder of family history.
Her family in Croatia has struggled over the
years and Doris and her daughter Kelly
Haggard used to send their old clothes and
shoes to them until they found out that their family was paying to get the used clothes.
“Once we found out about that, we just decided we would send money instead,” Doris
said matter-of-factly.
Doris knows the feeling of not having clothes
or money.
In 1945, after her family fled from their home in Croatia, they boarded a train to
Austria.
Once in Austria, Doris’s family moved from
town to town, living in short periods in one
bedroom rooms with other families.
They l i ved i n Klagen fu r t and
Schorottenburg, two Austrian towns that hold many memories.
Doris remembers that her father had a job
with the English Army and worked 16-20
hour days and then came home to barely
anything.
Her parents had been so desperate for food
that they turned to the black market for sugar cubes.
Sometimes they would use leftover bacon
grease that when cold turned into a paste
and spread it on top of bread as a meal.
In Schrottenburg, their residence was a
hotel that held a restaurant on the main
floor. Doris recalled that one day when she
was five, an older man had approached her as he came out of the restaurant and asked
her to go to the forest with him to pick
flowers for her mother.
“He took my hand and took me to the
forest...he touched me inappropriately,” Doris said almost nonchalantly.
“I blocked it out of my head and never told
my mom.”
A few years later, she had seen a
newspaper with the face of what she
believed to be the same man on the front.
He had been arrested for taking children into
the forest and murdering them.
After moving a few more times around
Schrottenburg, Doris got sick with pneumonia
at 8 years old and was sent with the Red
Cross on a train to Sweden where she
recuperated under the care of another family
for five months.
“I had no idea she had ever even been to
Sweden,” her 51-year-old son James said
with a shocked look on his face.
Doris had previously been speaking Croatian
at home and learning German at school before she left for Sweden. While there, she
continued her German studies and after a few
months, returned home to a baby brother named Miroslav.
Shortly after her return, the family applied for a sponsorship to the United States and was
approved.
From there, they traveled to Salzberg, home
to ‘The Sound of Music,’ where they stayed at a refugee camp and learned basic English.
“I remember two songs they taught us,” Doris
said, leaning forward on the counter.
“Red River Valley and Oh Say Can You See.” She began humming Red River Valley and her 2-year-old german shepherd, Ziva, yes Ziva
as in the detective from NCIS, looked up at her curiously.
Ziva is the ninth german shepherd for the
family and only the second to be allowed
inside.
“It makes such a big difference,” Doris said
about having Ziva inside. “She is so sweet,” she said, sharing a look between her and
Ziva.
“In 1951,” she said, turning the attention back
to her photo album again, “we traveled to the
port in Bremen, Germany.” They then boarded
the USS Harry Taylor, an army transport that later sunk in Korea, to leave Germany for the
United States.
“We were given the option of going to
Argentina or California.” Doris shifted her thin
glasses on her freckled face.
“I don’t know why my parents chose California
but I’m happy they did.”
Because her brother Miroslav was so young, Doris, her mother and brother were given an
officer’s room to stay in during their ten day
voyage to the United States while her father roomed with all of the other passengers in a
big open space with three layer bunk beds.
“The doors were this thick in our room so
water couldn’t get in.” Doris held her fingers a
good 12 inches apart from each other.
“Someone accidentally shut the door on my
finger.” She poked her ring finger out on her left hand, to show off the indent that had
stayed on her finger and nail for life.
“It was barely hanging on,” Doris said, running
a finger along the scars.
“All I got was a popsicle stick and tape.”
They encountered many storms along their trip, but one storm was so bad that they were
forced to stop the boat in the middle of the
ocean for 24 hours and everyone was forced
to sit on the deck in life jackets as huge waves
pounded against the vessel.
On top of experiencing life threatening storms, Doris faced other firsts on her journey as an 8-year-old on her way to the U.S.
Before leaving Europe, she had
never seen anyone of a different skin color. It wasn’t until she
boarded the USS Harry Taylor that she saw someone of African-American.
I asked Doris what her first impression had been of a Black man
and without hesitation she smiled
warmly and said “chocolate hand” as if she were on jeopardy.
Once in New Orleans, the family
boarded a train headed to Union
Station in Los Angeles where they
would meet their sponsors of the
National Catholic Welfare Center at St. Stephens Catholic Church, where Doris was later married and
had her two eldest sons baptized.
“I was born into it [religion] and I rely
on the support of God always being
there.”
“Without religion, I wouldn’t have survived through losing Steve,” Doris said with an expression
of pain and love showing on her face. Steve was her first born son who passed away in a car accident in 1996.
Doris was immersed into fourth grade when she enrolled at Precious Blood Elementary
School in Los Angeles and because she was still learning English, she kept mostly to herself until she could meet up with other refugee children at recess.
The first day of school was a spelling bee. She smiled as the memories began to flood back.
“I couldn’t spell anything, but the I was the only one who spelled communion correctly.”
In sixth grade at Our Lady of Loretto, she met her life-long friend Pat who she still talks to “all the time
She met her husband her first and only year at Los Angeles City College which she
recalls gossiping about with Pat.
“He used to wear these horrible lime green
and yellow checkered golf pants,” Doris
recalled with a laugh.
“They were my favorite until she threw them
away,” Bill said.
Doris went through many jobs from as
young as 14 years old, starting with binding
books at 80 cents an hour, to working at department stores like Bullocks and
Wetherby’s until settling at at the United
California Bank where she worked after her one year of college.
Later on, she created a job titled ‘Academic Evaluator’ at Riverside Community College which she
stayed at for 28 and a half years during which she earned an Associates degree.
She graduated on the same day as her two oldest sons Steve and James. At their ceremony they held a
banner that read ‘Haggard Triple Slam.’
“I got in trouble at work, but it was worth it!” Doris said excitedly.
Her biggest accomplishments in life she says are, “My four kids.” She slaps a hand to her chest. “Oh my
god! And my grandkids.” Another chest slap.
“And I should probably say my great grand child too.” She smiled.
Her short golden hair had fallen beautifully, cupping her chin and blue eyes.
“I kinda liked her when I first saw her. Right there,” Bill said, pointing to Doris’s high school graduation picture that has a permanent home above their piano.
“She was very pretty.” He glanced at her as she walked down the hall. “She’s still pretty, a little chubby, but still pretty.”
An all too familiar phrase escaped Doris’s mouth, “Oh Bill!” Her other secret phrase to marriage.
Trevor Clarke, [email protected] Dear Mr. Clarke, Here is a fascinating adventure of a 78 year-old woman, Doris Haggard, who migrated from Croatia to the United States as a young girl. Her family had a passion and will to come to the United States and with that, she was forced to sacrifice all of her belongings and friends in Croatia. They left behind extended family and took a tumultuous boat ride to America. Upon arriving, she fell in love with her new home and has never looked back. This article delves into her personal recollection of what happened during that whirlwind of a move and how her life has developed since coming to America. I am currently a journalism student at Cal State Northridge and have written many articles for highly praised and well-trained professors and I believe that this article would be perfect for your magazine. Pictures will be included.Thank you for your time and consideration of this article. I hope to hear back from you soon.Sincerely, Kate Haggard311 Meadow LaneMonrovia, CA [email protected]