my moother in law sent me a book today from her local history class on a POW camp near to where I lived.
It said the locals used to cycle there and throw sweets and cigs over the fence and bags of pebbles.
The prisoners would make rough jewelry in return and throw this back over the fence for wives and girlfriends.
Apparently the italians were known as shirkers and the germans as workers..
when my grandparents were alive... there was a good deal of well.. er mixed feelings towards german people.
I remember going on a hospital visit and promptly leaving for no apparent reason.
I remember hostile words in the car...
anyway, it was because my nana wouldnt be seen by a particular specialist because of nationality.
I loved my nanny but wow... that it is awful post war is it not..
I was shocked.
Then I knew how it felt to blame someone for a close loss... and I understood a whole lot better.
Still didnt make it ok for nan to do that.. but maybe I didnt have a true understanding of what she went through.
(thank goodness..)
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