tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057271795590627394.post1489865171088952708..comments2024-03-25T15:33:56.288-04:00Comments on True Book Addict...Books, Cats, and More: C.F. Yetmen's The Roses Underneath - Guest Post and {Giveaway}Michelle Stockard Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03572227726980569386noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057271795590627394.post-91160457719008065832014-02-05T11:38:28.317-05:002014-02-05T11:38:28.317-05:00No I don't know anyone.No I don't know anyone.CharlotteAWillsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057271795590627394.post-57623177649142385602014-02-03T23:26:08.521-05:002014-02-03T23:26:08.521-05:00One of the ladies I volunteer with through the Red...One of the ladies I volunteer with through the Red Cross grew up near Auschwitz. She was just a young girl prior to the war, but remembers the concentration camp being built. She brought water and meals to the workers. It was supposed to be a factory complex, but they knew it would be used for something else. She remembers the train loads of people being brought into the camps. One night, her brother snuck out to see what was happening. One man managed to escape the railcar. He was shot at as he ran away and was hit by a train and killed. Her brother was shaken and never went out at night again. <br /><br /><br />When I was in college, I had a summer job at a Lake Placid, NY lodge. The guests were mostly Jewish families from NYC. There were 6 or so guests, men and women, who had the concentration camp numbers tattooed on their arms. This was back in the early 10960's and the movie THE PAWNBROKER came out. (If you haven't seen it, you should. It gives a heart breaking look at what it was like to be rounded up and sent to the camps.) It upset these people terribly. When we got back to the lodge, they were shaken and one woman said "Why do they have to bring this all up. It should be forgotten. One of the older gentlemen in the group died of a heart attack that night.<br /><br /><br />When I did my student teaching outside NYC, there was a couple in the neighborhood who had survived the concentration camps. In 1963, they were still waking up at night screaming with nightmares. <br /><br /><br />When I was in the Philippines as a Peace Corps Volunteer, most of the older teachers I worked with were young women during the Japanese occupation. They were rounded up and kept in camps. The soldiers would come by at night and take them out to have sex with them. The women I knew said the girls would smear feces on themselves so they wouldn't be chosen. How many of us can even imagine living in a fenced in yard, rainy and muddy, with no real sanitary facilities and little to eat.<br /><br /><br />We in the US have been so lucky that such a war has not reached our shores. It is very different to have our troops fighting overseas than to have to worry about the life and safety of your loved ones, both adults and children, on a daily basis.librarypatnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057271795590627394.post-66779765107986347052014-02-03T22:11:39.754-05:002014-02-03T22:11:39.754-05:00My Father, one Uncle & one Grandfather served ...My Father, one Uncle & one Grandfather served during WWII. That same Grandfather also served in WWI. My Father rarely talked about it.maryprestonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057271795590627394.post-11512880317121887512014-02-03T21:30:45.257-05:002014-02-03T21:30:45.257-05:00My Grandmother's second youngest sister, husba...My Grandmother's second youngest sister, husband and her son were in a work camp during WWII. Her youngest sister joined the convent in Poland and became a nursing sister, to be safer from the Nazis and to help the wounded.She told me how a cousin's entire family was herded into their barn near Christmas and were gunned down by Ukrainian troops.They told me many things that happened to them, how as a young seven year old our cousin (while frightened yet curious) watched at a window and saw the Nazis drive all the Jewish people out of the village. They had to pass snipers on rooftops. Needless to say many were gunned down. My great-aunt hid her son in a woodpile after she wrapped him with three quilts. He stayed there so long during one winter night, that he developed pneumonia. The Nazis always came during the middle of the night. Eventually they had to flee in the middle of a cold February night to the city. Their house was destroyed by grenades and the barn given to a neighbour, who collaborated.Denise Duvallnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057271795590627394.post-81775991052841070252014-02-03T14:51:21.409-05:002014-02-03T14:51:21.409-05:00My grandfather was in WW1 and apparently he was ga...My grandfather was in WW1 and apparently he was gassed, although I did not know that until a few years back. My Dad was on the railway during WW11 and was exempt from call-up because of his job. My father-in-law worked in the ammunitions factory, so he was also exempt from call-up.janet hastenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057271795590627394.post-44244181358450311112014-02-03T13:58:01.337-05:002014-02-03T13:58:01.337-05:00I had a great Uncle who was in both WWI and WWII a...I had a great Uncle who was in both WWI and WWII and my husband had an uncle who served in WWII...not many stories though...kathleenkellynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057271795590627394.post-89015980048711714202014-02-03T11:18:42.682-05:002014-02-03T11:18:42.682-05:00This sounds like a story with a unique perspective...This sounds like a story with a unique perspective, one we haven't heard much of.Judie McDonaldnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057271795590627394.post-5823864890005764392014-02-03T10:24:20.442-05:002014-02-03T10:24:20.442-05:00All the stories I know about WWII have come from ...All the stories I know about WWII have come from reading good historical fiction. This novel sounds great. I like that it is set after the end of the war, and the main character is an "average" German woman.Linda Browernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057271795590627394.post-91844224328828731142014-02-03T10:11:04.635-05:002014-02-03T10:11:04.635-05:00My father served in Europe in WWII and was wounded...My father served in Europe in WWII and was wounded in the Battle of Remagen. He was in the Army Corps of Engineers and was in a boat under the bridge trying to shore it up so the troops could get across. He was very reticent about telling us of his experiences until lately. War is a terrible thing.Terry Martininoreply@blogger.com