“Do not despair. If your heart can be broken, that means that it still works.”
“The mystery of life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.” – Gerard van der Leeuw
Today’s post is courtesy of my reader, KC. My previous writing on Fred Braun has developed a coterie, commenting on their fond memories of the iconic footwear. Everyone is mystified as to what happened to Fred Braun and why the brand disappeared. Several readers are even interested in reviving the brand themselves, and don’t know where to start. KC, a relative of Fred Braun, stumbled on my blog and shared the following information in the comment section:
I found this article looking for more information about Fred Braun the man and his history. There is very little online. I found a newspaper article about his and his shoe company from 1961 among my grandmother’s old pictures. Based on the information in the article and other pictures we have, I believe Fred Braun is an Americanized name and that he was originally Frederick Braunschweig, my grandfather’s brother. The family was all in the leather business (tanners, hide salesmen, shoe distributors) in Germany before fleeing the Nazis. I’d be happy to share the article and pictures I have of him and if you find any more information about him or the company, I’d be interested.
I contacted KC, eager to learn more of what happened to Fred Braun. He shared this New York Times article from August 15th, 1961:
“I’ll never forget the woman who told me that a certain bag made her face look too square. Up until then, being a mere man, I had thought that handbags were only for carrying things.”
Please feel free to comment below with any additional information that you may have. Thank you, KC, for sharing this wonderful article and information!
Image and article courtesy of the New York Times.
Why search in vain / in every door in which we will not exist / because we have not yet arrived?
That is how I found out / that I was exactly like you / and like the whole world.
- Pablo Neruda
“He had been persecuted and despised for his ugliness, and now he heard them say he was the most beautiful of all the birds. Even the elder-tree bent down its bows into the water before him, and the sun shone warm and bright. Then he rustled his feathers, curved his slender neck, and cried joyfully, from the depths of his heart, ‘I never dreamed of such happiness as this, while I was an ugly duckling.’”- Hans Christian Andersen