tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83919242224158529282023-12-18T01:54:24.125-08:00Geneva POWThis blog is designed to share information from readers about German POWs in America during World War II and also about textile mill workers arrested by General Sherman during the Civil War. These two topics fit the common theme of people displaced by war.Ruth Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830423812066332927noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391924222415852928.post-49373778672380056462010-10-03T14:38:00.000-07:002010-10-03T14:46:51.120-07:00Please come visit my new blog!If you are still checking in here for information about prisoners of war and about my two books, <em>Guests Behind the Barbed Wire</em> and <em>North Across the River, </em>please mark your favorites for my new blog site and come visit.<br /><br />You will now find us at <a href="http://www.genevapow.com/">http://www.genevapow.com/</a>. There are a number of new posts I think you will find interesting. Just click from right here and see the latest posts.Ruth Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830423812066332927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391924222415852928.post-68961097391132588802010-07-23T16:54:00.000-07:002010-07-23T16:56:57.333-07:00GENEVA POW IS MOVING TO A NEW SITE.Beginning this week, the Geneva POW blog site will move to a new location. Please visit us at <a href="http://www.genevapow.com/">www.genevapow.com</a> later this week. All of the old posts will be available and can be checked by topic, and new posts will begin shortly.<br /><br />Thanks to all who have been loyal readers. I hope to continue to provide useful information about his topic beginning in mid-August.Ruth Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830423812066332927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391924222415852928.post-25607477364497653422010-05-28T14:57:00.000-07:002010-05-29T13:45:47.813-07:00Review of Horst Freyhofer Visit to the Aliceville Museum<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpK6xawDlxuuMjPqigAFm6jbomeox6c_YbMMbvi_Ifec5eVbeaer09BlOa-zCAzqg-HcMcL2uqN3DIAtN8lfvJwmwdLASiBXUJi7uapHjWp8A4Ishan1pfC7mew6gy7JMFwNh-GcNmeHT0/s1600/acting+at+Camp+Aliceville.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476443680188981698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpK6xawDlxuuMjPqigAFm6jbomeox6c_YbMMbvi_Ifec5eVbeaer09BlOa-zCAzqg-HcMcL2uqN3DIAtN8lfvJwmwdLASiBXUJi7uapHjWp8A4Ishan1pfC7mew6gy7JMFwNh-GcNmeHT0/s320/acting+at+Camp+Aliceville.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="color:#009900;">Horst Freyhofer has been retracing some of his father's footsteps during WWII, and that project led him to the Aliceville Museum on March 11. Christian Freyhofer was a German POW at Camp Aliceville. He had been drafted to fight for Germany in Russia in 1940. Later he was taken prisoner by the British in North Africa. After recovering from serious injuries, he was shipped to the US and spent time in POW camps in Alabama, Mississippi, and Florida.</span><br /><p><span style="color:#009900;">Freyhofer's children remember him telling stories of how hot is was and how he worked hard "in the swamps." He said he was treated well and even respected by American soldiers and some civilians he encountered, at least until after the German surrender in 1945.</span></p><p><span style="color:#009900;">During Christian Freyhofer's time in Camp Aliceville, he was able to pursue his love of acting, and he performed in plays the POWs put on, including Heinrich von Kleist's <em>Der Zerbrochene Krug</em> (shown in photo at upper right). Later, Freyhofer was sent to Camp Gordon Johnston in Lanark, Florida, which was a training camp for American amphibian soldeirs as well as a POW camp location. (NOTE: Hermann Blumhardt also spent time in this camp.) </span></p><p><span style="color:#009900;">"It is astounding how much freedom and opportunities POWs had expressing themselves...," said Christian's son Horst in an April 9 thank you letter to the Aliceville Museum. Horst and his brother Udo left Germany for the US to pursue opportunities in "the new world." They were both inspired by their father who told them about the decent treatment and material comfort he experienced at Camp Aliceville. "Descriptions of the food he ate made our mouths water," wrote Horst. "Emaciated kids, that we were, we could only marvel at his descriptions of things we had never heard about, such as pineapples, avocados or shrimp. No wonder we eventually came over here to see for ourselves."</span></p><p><span style="color:#009900;">NOTE: The above information is based on an article in the May 2010 issue of <em>Museum News.</em></span></p><p><span style="color:#009900;">The Aliceville Museum, like many other wonderful historical locations, is experiencing difficult times during the current economic challenges. If you are interested in helping preserve WWII history, which the Aliceville Museum is doing so effectively, please consider becoming a museum member. An individual membership is only $25. You can also become a sponsor for a contribution of $100 or more. Contact the museum at <a href="mailto:museum@nctv.com">museum@nctv.com</a>. </span></p><p><span style="color:#009900;">In addition to monetary support, the Aliceville Museum always welcomes donations of artifacts. Here are some of the things currently on their wish list:</span></p><p><span style="color:#009900;">PICTURE FRAMES</span></p><p><span style="color:#009900;">A LASER PRINTER</span></p><p><span style="color:#009900;">KOREAN CONFLICT UNIFORMS AND ARTIFACTS</span></p><p><span style="color:#009900;">HISTORIC PHOTOS OF ALICEVILLE</span></p><p><span style="color:#009900;">A PHOTO OF 1946 ALICEVILLE COTTOM MILL EMPLOYEES</span></p>Ruth Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830423812066332927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391924222415852928.post-72075466101007937602010-04-24T13:43:00.000-07:002010-04-24T13:58:53.302-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">The family of Dr./Major Arthur J. Klippen (shown left at Camp Aliceville in 1944) has donated a painting of the Camp Aliceville Station Hospital to the Aliceville Museum in his memory. </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibX8k8rLWJV69997l1IKj6DdORDKziRXfKALFift5vhJdd4bh3bZs1ISRBGDBIC9oLbej07PpXtnHXl0cjl3nx8jQR531Omm9dSzzt14LF1fTqrQT9laZ8rTSmgYb6sVb4gx3vOur7ZVyq/s1600/~MAP0000.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463807535738670546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibX8k8rLWJV69997l1IKj6DdORDKziRXfKALFift5vhJdd4bh3bZs1ISRBGDBIC9oLbej07PpXtnHXl0cjl3nx8jQR531Omm9dSzzt14LF1fTqrQT9laZ8rTSmgYb6sVb4gx3vOur7ZVyq/s320/~MAP0000.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"> Earline Lewis Jones, a former civilian employee with the camp's Quartermaster's office, has verified that the painting depicts the Station Hospital.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">For additional information about Arthur J. Klippen, please see the blog entry for December 15, 2009.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">The museum has received another painting recently--a portrait of Elsie Milhelic Ruzic who worked as a civilian employee of the US Corps of Engineers while her husband served in the US Navy in the Pacific. This portrait was donated by the subject's daughter, Susan Ruzic Newshelier.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Both of these paintings were created by German POWs held in Camp Aliceville during WWII. They are on display at the Aliceville Museum in Aliceville, AL <a href="http://www.cityofaliceville.com/">http://www.cityofaliceville.com/</a></span>Ruth Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830423812066332927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391924222415852928.post-46462534338694279402010-04-23T11:17:00.000-07:002010-04-23T11:49:21.749-07:00Remembering Daisy Earle Day<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">I had a telephone call a couple weeks ago from a ninety-eight year old woman who lives not far from me. She had read <em>Guests Behind the Barbed Wire</em> and was inquiring about one of the Aliceville residents mentioned in the book--Miss Daisy Earle Day. Miss Day's father owned a grocery store in Aliceville during WWII, and she taught school there at that time.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">The name was familiar, but I didn't remember anything else. The woman who called explained that she had gone to Judson College with Miss Day and wondered what had become of her.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">When I checked my notes, I knew why I remembered the name. Those of you who have read <em>Guests</em> will remember Mary Lu Keef, the little girl whose father brought the family from New York state when he took a job at Camp Aliceville during the war. Pickens County, Alabama was a strange new world for Mary Lu, who attended Aliceville Elementary School while both of her parents worked at the POW camp. In interviews, she often referred to her third grade teacher as an encouragement and inspiration to her when she came to Aliceville. Turns out that teacher was none other than Miss Day. </span><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Mary Lu thought so much of Miss Day that she sought her out for a visit when she returned to Aliceville for one of the POW camp reunions after she grew up.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">I sent an e-mail to Mary Bess Paluzzi, director of the Aliceville Museum, to see if she knew the whereabouts of Miss Day, who would also be 98 years old now. Mary Bess remembered her well and noted that she had been the organist for the Aliceville First Baptist Church for fifty years. Her nephew had moved her to a nursing home in Brewton in 2003, and she passed away there in 2008.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">I called the woman back and told her what I had been able to find out. Although she was sad to hear that her college friend had passed away, she was pleased to know of the many memories others had of her.</span>Ruth Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830423812066332927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391924222415852928.post-52639551284094544002010-04-01T19:01:00.000-07:002010-04-01T19:23:32.697-07:00Sylacauga Hosts Second Annual Marble Festival<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIZlvg-0a0O5covJwjDOYSM_UVS38a2K_KDW33tcAKUHKE0ErZivjjrE-QONfEMRmt5rP56dtX5RC6_HJJcWzXrIv3PZeGkZLvQJJlO4CwqRssPd8pZuL-WofjuX0CBdE25QX-7XGw2WRI/s1600/HPIM1497.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455355920113983986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIZlvg-0a0O5covJwjDOYSM_UVS38a2K_KDW33tcAKUHKE0ErZivjjrE-QONfEMRmt5rP56dtX5RC6_HJJcWzXrIv3PZeGkZLvQJJlO4CwqRssPd8pZuL-WofjuX0CBdE25QX-7XGw2WRI/s320/HPIM1497.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxMu-WtxoXWcO0qT2l0jJMMdK9v3AuVOdkopWY9K3_jY4lg4kmyrOl_Mmf4QJJmP_pTWBJ1rNJtow8ujU3jnFZBiSyilVkJT84sF-99kLhNW-VY7ePNpqweImzoZsVCsulDrPWKJKaT4yO/s1600/HPIM1503.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455355383656221474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxMu-WtxoXWcO0qT2l0jJMMdK9v3AuVOdkopWY9K3_jY4lg4kmyrOl_Mmf4QJJmP_pTWBJ1rNJtow8ujU3jnFZBiSyilVkJT84sF-99kLhNW-VY7ePNpqweImzoZsVCsulDrPWKJKaT4yO/s320/HPIM1503.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghSNvljZHZEfLfTz51P-7A6nncY2NcWxijODx6rgHYRVlj9k04hmF3QiJTkqggzS7_ARpgf_8rGW9ME2m3PoDNarR6-Amuy6g4CiakSlja6fhMQPfoy2ZahSH7Tg8u6fAUOZCq7pYMbRoy/s1600/HPIM1500.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455355051185332482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghSNvljZHZEfLfTz51P-7A6nncY2NcWxijODx6rgHYRVlj9k04hmF3QiJTkqggzS7_ARpgf_8rGW9ME2m3PoDNarR6-Amuy6g4CiakSlja6fhMQPfoy2ZahSH7Tg8u6fAUOZCq7pYMbRoy/s320/HPIM1500.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#009900;">This post doesn't have much to do with POWs or with my first two books, but I have been working for a year now on a research project that deals with the history of marble quarries in the Sylacauga, Alabama area. I thought my readers might like to see some views of the marble festival that was held there last week.</span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;">Sylacauga sits almost on top of a 32 mile long vein of mostly white marble. This sugar-white stone only appears in one other location in the world--Carrera, Italy, which is where Michaelangelo's marble came from.</span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;">This was the second annual marble festival in Sylacauga, and sculptors came and worked in the town park where visitors could watch as they coaxed incredibly beautiful images out of the stone. One such piece that my friend Marianne Moates Weber fell in love with and purchased last year shows a highly polished heart emerging from the rough marble.</span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;">If you look closely at the piece in the foreground of the lower right photograph above, you will see that it shows the heads of two girls facing in opposite directions. I was told that these are the daughters of the sculptor and that one went to Auburn and one to Alabama, which explains why they face in "opposite" directions.</span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;">I am continuing to gather information and interview people who grew up in the marble industry company village of Gantt's Quarry. Anyone who is interested in this story or has information to share is welcome to leave a comment. One thing I am especially looking for at the moment is a photograph of the Gantt's Quarry Methodist Church.</span></div></div></div>Ruth Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830423812066332927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391924222415852928.post-77856683473376399832010-03-03T13:55:00.000-08:002010-03-03T14:04:05.847-08:00Freyhofer Visit Postponed. North Across the River Sold Out.<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">Yesterday I made the announcement that Horst Freyhofer, the son of a former Camp Aliceville POW, would visit the Aliceville Museum this Thursday, March 4. That visit has been postponed until Thursday, March 11, at 10 a.m.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">If you have not yet explored the Aliceville Museum <a href="http://cityofaliceville.com/MuseumMain.htm">http://cityofaliceville.com/MuseumMain.htm</a>, it is well worth the trip to Pickens County, Alabama. Many artifacts from Camp Aliceville are there, along with correspondence from former POWs and former MPEG guards, and items pertaining to other aspects of World War II.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">I'd also like to notify my readers today that my first book, <em>North Across the River</em>, is officially sold out. I am extremely grateful to all those who took an interest in this little known tale of the Civil War. This blog will continue to post new information about Roswell and Sweetwater Creek when it becomes available, so please continue to share.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span>Ruth Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830423812066332927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391924222415852928.post-6363104661516253912010-03-02T13:38:00.000-08:002010-03-02T13:52:14.690-08:00More Pete Mayhall Photos from May 1944<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq_WNmRiGU7F9vQ1mvDuz2bluLTG7MblqYAOdo4-Yw2ulhwj0hWZfhGPsdvzMFor9mE2wIGKDt89KOFRPnHC2poTcC7PZuMEJNZ3RuneNE1fwNzUlCttIufHV2JD4LHfW0XZIzp8v10YIa/s1600-h/A18+Pete+(back+to+camera)+Jake+-+5+May+1944.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444155984492990658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq_WNmRiGU7F9vQ1mvDuz2bluLTG7MblqYAOdo4-Yw2ulhwj0hWZfhGPsdvzMFor9mE2wIGKDt89KOFRPnHC2poTcC7PZuMEJNZ3RuneNE1fwNzUlCttIufHV2JD4LHfW0XZIzp8v10YIa/s320/A18+Pete+(back+to+camera)+Jake+-+5+May+1944.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWiMVbogdvx07g23QGecl2uFhcSqW8XbS5AzUTov0JMjg_F0FPQMK6CvJZfqzyZjmOtpIxG8vFe40SkjaiDU9fu6f-fCm_eZZK16iLQfkHtV6BdTCjJyDzVXWuxdT-nyBFdyGTmJpcRH9L/s1600-h/A11+Aliceville+Gang+-+5+May+1944.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444155684396265938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWiMVbogdvx07g23QGecl2uFhcSqW8XbS5AzUTov0JMjg_F0FPQMK6CvJZfqzyZjmOtpIxG8vFe40SkjaiDU9fu6f-fCm_eZZK16iLQfkHtV6BdTCjJyDzVXWuxdT-nyBFdyGTmJpcRH9L/s320/A11+Aliceville+Gang+-+5+May+1944.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcEl0hXjqN3gkCUw28sNHJkUIVpE4T5HOS0mit1iYkGwub9UB3wzI9ku2x8f4F4Y2UbkIF5xiCVr1s9vDx9vicqV0LVQBdgVGnVnxqmyAOvDuE-GZ4L-flzu33_NHXRXYjampMCoimGr-L/s1600-h/A20+Dot+and+Hugh+-+5+May+1944.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444155450486588018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcEl0hXjqN3gkCUw28sNHJkUIVpE4T5HOS0mit1iYkGwub9UB3wzI9ku2x8f4F4Y2UbkIF5xiCVr1s9vDx9vicqV0LVQBdgVGnVnxqmyAOvDuE-GZ4L-flzu33_NHXRXYjampMCoimGr-L/s320/A20+Dot+and+Hugh+-+5+May+1944.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">Bruce Mayhall visited Alabama recently and collected some family pictures from Camp Aliceville days. The photos shown here were processed on May 5, 1944 and show a group of young people--MPEG guards stationed in Aliceville and local residents enjoying a picnic outing on a spring weekend.</span><br /><br /></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Bruce's mother Ruth kept the photos and put captions on the backs of many of them. She often referred to this fun-loving group as "the Aliceville Gang." It included Pete and Ruth Mayhall, Billie Frances Pate, Kathryn Pate Johnson, Olga Gibson Robinette, Hugh and Dot McCall (at left), Billy Mouchette, and a soldier named Jake.</span></div><br /><div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#009900;">Many of the MPEG guards who came to Aliceville enjoyed dating Aliceville residents, and quite a few married and settled in the Aliceville area after the war.</span></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#009900;"></span></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#009900;"></span></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#009900;"></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#009900;">ANNOUNCEMENT: On Thursday, March 4, Horst Freyhofer, the son of a former Camp Aliceville POW, will visit the Aliceville Museum. Freyhofer was captured in North Africa in 1943 and was interned in Camp Aliceville before being transferred to other POW camps. Museum Director Mary Bess Paluzzi will welcome Mr. Freyhofer to the museum, and we hope she will share some of his insights with us in the future.</span></div></span><div> </div>Ruth Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830423812066332927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391924222415852928.post-75123728717123644742010-02-26T09:36:00.000-08:002010-02-26T09:57:22.559-08:00A One to One Connection in the Midst of War<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">I had the pleasure yesterday of giving a talk about <em>Guests Behind the Barbed Wire</em> to a wonderful audience of library supporters in Vestavia Hills, Alabama. Among those who attended were several people who grew up in the Aliceville area and shared their memories of the German POW camp experience in their town. Also in the audience were several American veterans who had seen combat in Germany and one man who spent time in Stalag Luft III during the war.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">I hope to share more of their experiences in future blog entries, but one story I heard yesterday touched me deeply, and I wanted to share it today. One dark night on the front lines in Germany, an American soldier was in his foxhole, staring out into the night and wondering what would happen next. He heard a rustling behind him and, with chills up his spine, turned to see what had caused the noise. To his surprise, a German woman quietly handed him a freshly baked loaf of bread. "I thought maybe you had nothing to eat out here," she said.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">A simple story, but one that reminds us that people care about each other, one or one, in even the most difficult and hate-filled circumstances.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">That story reminded me of one I told in <em>Guests Behind the Barbed Wire</em>, too. A woman in Aliceville offered a German POW a glass of cold sweet tea while he was cutting her grass on a hot and humid summer afternoon. When her neighbors criticized her for "aiding the enemy," she responded quietly that her son was serving somewhere in Germany and she hoped that, if he were thirsty, a German woman would give him something to drink.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">If you happened to see last weekend's edition of <em>CBS Sunday Morning <a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/">http://www.CBSnews.com/</a>, </em>you already know that Steve Hartman's video essay echoed this same theme some 60 years later. He sent an inflatable globe up with the last astronaut crew and asked them to randomly point to three places on the globe. He then traveled to India, Latvia, and Oman and randomly picked out three people from the local telephone books and shared their life stories.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Steve shared the common life experiences of these three people and noted that, on an individual basis, people around the world are pretty much the same as far as family concerns, ambitions, and cares. He ended his piece with a comment about how the world might improve if we could all know each other's stories.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">It has been my experience that the people of Aliceville and many, many of the soldiers I have met from both sides of World War II have enriched their lives by taking time to learn each other's stories.</span>Ruth Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830423812066332927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391924222415852928.post-6895277850867087242010-02-05T09:45:00.000-08:002010-02-06T12:14:56.334-08:00POW Camp Highlights from Owosso, Michigan<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4fxOoxE_lghmJY7kAbUFETKDkQGoeykVnPQlUfpke5ip-d-vmZvKXW4d1PxK3iSyb2V4a-Ga_Ivt2PNGr3GDU6kfNzGG4DNi29mK08qVGl2Ux7fGLHIzbBLLtGVUL8g4wlfIvAiCby9jQ/s1600-h/Owosso%2520POW%2520camp2%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 325px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434817493460237826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4fxOoxE_lghmJY7kAbUFETKDkQGoeykVnPQlUfpke5ip-d-vmZvKXW4d1PxK3iSyb2V4a-Ga_Ivt2PNGr3GDU6kfNzGG4DNi29mK08qVGl2Ux7fGLHIzbBLLtGVUL8g4wlfIvAiCby9jQ/s320/Owosso%2520POW%2520camp2%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir2MdTuX8gzRmEA9yIbxVkgtg3X2okYcR-fV1u97KuLvQrQD0p_7QiDoAjuO799NHTetowi4NYB6KPcLpYfrcIxoHF8HIlt4_QyKkReixJOwpaODYoHDFptxlvOMaC4oop1ZTjwrUdQsLe/s1600-h/Owosso%2520POW%2520camp1%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434817364686016386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir2MdTuX8gzRmEA9yIbxVkgtg3X2okYcR-fV1u97KuLvQrQD0p_7QiDoAjuO799NHTetowi4NYB6KPcLpYfrcIxoHF8HIlt4_QyKkReixJOwpaODYoHDFptxlvOMaC4oop1ZTjwrUdQsLe/s320/Owosso%2520POW%2520camp1%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">Although it was one of the largest, Camp Aliceville in Alabama was certainly not the only prisoner of war camp in the United States during WWII. One of my readers sent a link to the Shiawassee District Library website in Michigan for more information about Camp Owosso. Events at Owosso were the basis for Gary Slaughter's novel <em>Cottonwood Summer</em>, which I mentioned in a previous blog. (See October 1, 2007 blog entry.)</span></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"><br /><div><br />Camp Owosso was a much smaller operation, but like Camp Aliceville, its first prisoners came from the battlefields in North Africa. Later, prisoners from the European theater were added. In all, it is estimated that Camp Owosso held between 200 and 1,000 prisoners. They were held inside a fenced compound with tents pitched in rows. Each tent could hold six prisoners.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div>Most of the prisoners at Camp Owosso worked at the W. R. Roach Canning Company, but they could also be hired by local farmers. Although there were rules against fraternizing, many of the farmers included the prisoners with their family at lunchtime.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div>Many folks in the area remember the prisoners as "well-behaved," but there were two escape attempts. One involved some help from two local girls, and the other involved walking away from farms. In both cases, the prisoners were caught and returned to camp.</div><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>There was also a case where a group of prisoners saved a woman from a fire. The wife of the superintendent of the canning factory had just gone home after giving birth to her tenth child. A group of German POWs entered her house, wrapped her in a mattress, and carried her to safety. The POWs also helped fight the fire and saved some of the family belongings from the fire.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>You can read more about this camp at the Shiawassee District Library website <a href="http://www.sdl.lib.mi.us/history/pow_camp.html">http://www.sdl.lib.mi.us/history/pow_camp.html</a>. The photos above, showing POWs registering and playing soccer, are from that website. You can also read a fictionalized version of some of the Camp Owosso events in Gary Slaughter's book, <em>Cottonwood Summer.</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Ruth Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830423812066332927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391924222415852928.post-69389427515970889492010-01-28T12:26:00.000-08:002010-01-30T09:52:44.980-08:00Wendell Parrish interviewed for Library of Congress Veterans Project<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgPai8t6PzuUCcuyw3R9f9frsUSDaekLX1A_RNLyz8XVT3aCHoMy7Zxqk7alymBRnub0iFnWlOwChB-WNCRfzOG5J9-VntZIxPw1CXKi4D9SRn3qtjVgYE_cSS6BeBI6OqKQiFD9Wb78eP/s1600-h/cg+63++1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431890034772706530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgPai8t6PzuUCcuyw3R9f9frsUSDaekLX1A_RNLyz8XVT3aCHoMy7Zxqk7alymBRnub0iFnWlOwChB-WNCRfzOG5J9-VntZIxPw1CXKi4D9SRn3qtjVgYE_cSS6BeBI6OqKQiFD9Wb78eP/s320/cg+63++1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-eitE38J5Ybp8rvOE5lnsrPnhwSfTxZY_jJewT9k7LNJc25nkZ_F4GCctygNW2wfLzkBe_w-fClpopO81gtHEmNnxUrBGd_mfNtr9syDU5etED-djd2YG_YGfDVeroeg5DWNz18cdbFP5/s1600-h/cg+60.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431889911208275346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-eitE38J5Ybp8rvOE5lnsrPnhwSfTxZY_jJewT9k7LNJc25nkZ_F4GCctygNW2wfLzkBe_w-fClpopO81gtHEmNnxUrBGd_mfNtr9syDU5etED-djd2YG_YGfDVeroeg5DWNz18cdbFP5/s320/cg+60.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">Wendell Parrish was an American armorer and waist gunner shot down over Germany in 1944. He spent time in <em>Stalag Luft IV</em> as a prisoner of war and participated in the long, forced march of American POWs near the end of WWII <a href="http://cloudcorridor.blogspot.com/">http://cloudcorridor.blogspot.com/</a>. I used his experiences in <em>Guests Behind the Barbed Wire</em> to compare and contrast American and German POW treatment during the war.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">Wendell is a native of Selma, Alabama, but now makes his home in Aliceville. (See the April 21, 2009 blog entry for additional information.) The two photos above, which were shared with me by Selma resident Bill Porter, through reader John Coon, show Wendell in the job he is best remembered for in Selma. He was the much loved and admired Director of the YMCA, and Bill Porter worked with him there for many years. I should add that my husband, Barney Cook, who is also from Selma, has many great memories of experiences at Camp Grist and at the YMCA under Wendell's guidance. In both photos above, which were taken at Camp Grist in the 1960s, Wendell Parrish is on the far right in the top row. In the photo on the right, Wendell's son, Wendell, Jr. is the first boy from the left in the first row. Bill Porter is third from the left.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">During the Veterans Day observance at the Aliceville Museum this past November, Libby Shaw conducted an interview with Wendell that has been submitted to the Library of Congress Veterans Project <a href="http://www.loc.gov/vets/">http://www.loc.gov/vets/</a>. Libby Shaw, sister of Aliceville Museum Director Mary Bess Paluzzi's, said all those in attendance had tears in their eyes when Wendell told how he learned of the birth of his first child while exchanging information over a fence with other POWs on Christmas Day in <em>Stalag Luft IV. </em>(For one version of that Christmas story, see <em>Guests Behind the Barbed Wire, </em>p. 439.)</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">With the people of Selma and of Aliceville, we continue to honor the accomplishments of "this great American patriot," as John Coon called him in a recent e-mail.</span></div></div>Ruth Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830423812066332927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391924222415852928.post-27555399251722435862010-01-22T14:34:00.000-08:002010-01-23T11:56:47.299-08:00Walter Buettner, Puppeteer of Camp Aliceville<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1xB6d_RvVRPsplg7Nn3VSWFi-wil14clHSmUGeEQT2BSzITAc7yNfDU9hFvgxJn4p6dWjEh28DqpDhus42pG9fOkbJwgUFNkQnDBnw566-ExeRYKTGxweW2Tsm-DszD9R0tXcbSRh-ACy/s1600-h/Mephisto_und_Faust;_Figur_Fritz_Herbert_Bross,_Buehne_Walter_Buettner,_Foto_Jens_Welsch_2008_%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429696285672104146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1xB6d_RvVRPsplg7Nn3VSWFi-wil14clHSmUGeEQT2BSzITAc7yNfDU9hFvgxJn4p6dWjEh28DqpDhus42pG9fOkbJwgUFNkQnDBnw566-ExeRYKTGxweW2Tsm-DszD9R0tXcbSRh-ACy/s320/Mephisto_und_Faust;_Figur_Fritz_Herbert_Bross,_Buehne_Walter_Buettner,_Foto_Jens_Welsch_2008_%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#009900;">When I wrote <em>Guests Behind the Barbed Wire</em> in 2007, I knew that the German POWs in Camp Aliceville had had a puppet theater and wooden marionettes. I knew that they had staged puppet plays, but I had no names or personal stories to put with the few black and white photos.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Recently, through information shared by Mary Bess Paluzzi from the Aliceville Museum, I have been able to translate additional materials and put together a fuller picture of Camp Aliceville's puppeteers and puppet plays.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Walter Buettner (1907 to 1990) was a career puppeteer like his father August. By 1929, he had taken some of the old puppet plays his father had presented at carnivals and fairs, refined them a little, and was presenting them at schools as well as fairs.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">In 1933, as the Third Reich was gaining power in Germany, puppet plays were banned, and Walter went to work first as a construction laborer at an airport building site between Celle and Lueneberg, then later at the Nobel glycerine works near Geesthacht. In 1940, he was drafted into the marine artillery of the <em>Wehrmacht</em> (the Germany army). There, he found a superior officer who gave him an opportunity to give puppet play performances for his fellow soldiers as a kind of morale booster at the front. Walter worked with his puppets as part of the framework of German army welfare in occupied France until he was captured in 1944.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">He was captured by the British and sent to the United States, where he and many other prisoners of war ended up at Camp Aliceville. As Astrid Fuelbier describes his experience in her book, <em>Handpuppen-und Marionetten Theater in Schleswig-Holstein 1920-1960</em> (Kiel: Ludwig 2002), Walter Buettner did not enjoy working in the compound kitchen, so he set out to search for others in the camp who might work with him to set up a puppet theater.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">He was successful in his search. The painter Ernst Hummel was a POW from Karlsruhe. Hummel had once cared for the props and costumes of a marionette theater kept by a Frankfurt dentist (W. J. Caesar) in the attic of his home, and he laid out a plan for a similar theater in the POW camp.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Franz Vernahmer, a POW from Dortmund, was a puppet maker and used his creativity to fashion tools for puppet making from things on hand like rusty files. Herbert Wille had been a sheet metal worker and an electrician, so he became the general handyman for the puppet theater. Others who helped were Karl Heinrich, a teacher and musician from Ebenrode in East Prussia, and a POW from Magdeburg who became the stage manager.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">The first puppet production at Camp Aliceville was <em>Indienfahrt</em> (Indian Journey), which Walter had performed earlier in Germany. Later, the group entertained with <em>Schloss Elmenor</em>, based on Oscar Wilde's short story, "The Canterville Ghost." Once the group had acquired actual wooden marionettes (like those of Mephisto and Faust in the photo at top left), they presented other plays, including "The Goose" by Hans Steguweit.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">When Camp Aliceville closed, Walter spent additional POW time picking cotton in Mississippi before returning to Germany. His puppets, which had been left behind, were packed up in a large packing case and eventually shipped to him in Germany through the International Red Cross.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">After the war, Walter returned to puppet theater as a career. He settled not far from Hamburg in 1951 and built his <em>Kasperhaus</em> (Punch and Judy-type puppet theater) and became known worldwide as <em>Der Heidekasper</em> (The Pagan Punch).</span><br /><br />NOTE: The photo of puppets (Faust and Mephisto) used by Walter Buettner and some information in this article are from the Wikipedia article about Walter Buettner. Translation by Ruth B. Cook<br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span>Ruth Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830423812066332927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391924222415852928.post-38101533639235142292010-01-15T12:20:00.000-08:002010-01-15T13:00:57.092-08:00Former Camp Aliceville POW Sends New Year's Greetings<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ3UOhJYOXbQJn8KQVdl_GhMFbbMni_BDyZZpl3k5gH5FX9ZPw1B7KRauiXySCZSdW-GS3209_qnjLxsfZTKq8w2rC7AtIRSm0tMGFgq-UR1TP_Ui-30uqIYDP_pUS-PyjRY-10dzCO2Jj/s1600-h/wilhel+Schlegel+Birthday.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427064453469670402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ3UOhJYOXbQJn8KQVdl_GhMFbbMni_BDyZZpl3k5gH5FX9ZPw1B7KRauiXySCZSdW-GS3209_qnjLxsfZTKq8w2rC7AtIRSm0tMGFgq-UR1TP_Ui-30uqIYDP_pUS-PyjRY-10dzCO2Jj/s320/wilhel+Schlegel+Birthday.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfDPRHobR79-ZE0FhAagDhVBxEoNUJNeveVn8DUVQajZ8UJHRBPMJYxaNnV2LLlhM3yZNwYbxd9cfpbjaa0-a-e5eZeHq0GwCcTsiWvor9d9PGunNwIS_sQIj5qxRWnhccqc44UtD-BUbg/s1600-h/Wilhelm+Schlegel.png"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 341px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427064285209158674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfDPRHobR79-ZE0FhAagDhVBxEoNUJNeveVn8DUVQajZ8UJHRBPMJYxaNnV2LLlhM3yZNwYbxd9cfpbjaa0-a-e5eZeHq0GwCcTsiWvor9d9PGunNwIS_sQIj5qxRWnhccqc44UtD-BUbg/s320/Wilhelm+Schlegel.png" /></a> <span style="color:#009900;">Wilhelm Schlegel was born in Asslar, Germany in March 1918. He studied in Wetzlar and returned to his hometown to be hired as a bank clerk in 1937. Two years later, as Hitler plunged Germany into war, he was called up to six months of mandatory service in RAD, the German National Work Service. Then, as required, he joined the German army, received training in wireless communications and participated in military campaigns in Russia and France. </span></div><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><p><span style="color:#009900;">By May 1942, Wilhelm was in North Africa with the 4th Panzer Division wireless unit, and it was in North Africa, on the fertile Tunisian peninsula of Cape Bon, that he was captured by the British in May 1943.</span></p><p><span style="color:#009900;">Wilhelm arrived in Camp Aliceville near the end of the summer in 1943. He was assigned to Company 19 in Compound E. Although he left the United States after the war in March 1946, Wilhelm was transferred to French custody, and it was not until January 1948 that he was able to return home, resume his banking career, marry and raise a family. (See my book, <em>Guests Behind the Barbed Wire (</em>Crane Hill, 2007), for the rest of his story.)</span></p><p><span style="color:#009900;">Many years later, Wilhelm returned to Aliceville, Alabama with his family for reunions of the POW camp staff, prisoners, and townspeople. During visits, he often gave a speech about world peace and the value of freedom. He and his family became houseguests and fast friends of Chuck and Jane Gwin. Chuck is a banker in Aliceville, and the two men had much in common. The photo at left above shows a kindergarten class helping Wilhelm celebrate his 85th birthday at the Aliceville Museum. His grandson Philip enjoyed the company of the other children. In the background of this photo, you can see former Aliceville POW Hermann Blumhardt playing German and American folk songs on his accordion for the children.</span></p><p><span style="color:#009900;">This week, across the miles and the memories, and in among the legacies of war and peace, I received a wonderful New Year's e-mail from Wilhelm Schlegel. In addition to personal wishes for health and joy of life in the coming year, Wilhelm wrote the following (translation follows):</span></p><p><span style="color:#009900;"><em><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>Wir leben in einer Zeit der Ungewissheit und bangen um den Frieden in der Welt , die nicht zur Ruhe kommt. Gerne denke ich an die Zeit in Aliceville und die lieben Freunde, die ich gerne wiedersehen moechte, zurueck--aber in meinem Alter sind die Strapazen zu gross. So lebe ich gerne mit guter Erinnerung an Alabama.</strong></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>TRANSLATION: </strong>We live in a time of uncertainty and are concerned about peace in the world, which does not come. I think with pleasure about the times in Aliceville and the dear friends that I would like to see again. However, at my age, the strain would be too great. So, I live with my good memories of Alabama.</span></span></p><p><span style="color:#009900;">I, too, have good memories of Aliceville and of the many friends, both German and American, that I have met there and with whom I have shared good times and hopes for world peace.</span></p><p><span style="color:#009900;">With Wilhelm, I wish all of my readers <em>herzlichen Gruessen und den besten Wuenschen </em>for the year 2010<em>.</em></p></span>Ruth Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830423812066332927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391924222415852928.post-2166730981474625832010-01-10T18:28:00.000-08:002010-01-17T14:28:27.490-08:00The Four Positives Scheme to Remain Positive<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMNKYSB5DNkC29-taS-7BxmQjuUvLHtOIUoFnoax0xEPeJcxJga1jxLW-gUNv1Ra2Cg-X4pIH44tUubDuhTyQartRW4LFGavbRI32PpCjB6x2-i3ZyAmJ4NNoa4rdCI48z0_xGTqiTyDeD/s1600-h/Four+Positives++Aliceville+001.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 285px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425304396949543938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMNKYSB5DNkC29-taS-7BxmQjuUvLHtOIUoFnoax0xEPeJcxJga1jxLW-gUNv1Ra2Cg-X4pIH44tUubDuhTyQartRW4LFGavbRI32PpCjB6x2-i3ZyAmJ4NNoa4rdCI48z0_xGTqiTyDeD/s320/Four+Positives++Aliceville+001.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">On December 4, 1943, German POW Hermann Blumhardt wrote in the small diary he kept that his friend Walter Felholter was being moved to the Camp Aliceville hospital because he had diphtheria.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">Walter remembers that his sore throat had become worse and worse. "I couldn't swallow, and it was swollen," he has said. At first, he was very sick, but his condition gradually improved and he found, as time went on, that he liked the camp hospital. The food prepared by Elma Henders was excellent, no work details were required, and there was plenty of time and solitude for reading and learning English.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">In February 1944, Walter and a number of other prisoners who had been diagnosed with diphtheria were moved from the camp hospital to a quarantined area in Compound B. They were moved because influenza had hit the camp, and the hospital beds were needed for new patients. Because these men were still considered contagious for diphtheria, they could not have close contact with other POWs. They ate their meals together in the Compound B. mess hall after all the other POWs were finished. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">Every Wednesday and Saturday morning, camp nurses came into the compound to collect throat cultures so they could determine the status of the POWs. If a prisoner tested negative for diphtheria three cultures in a row, he was considered cured and returned to his regular barracks and his regular duties.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">Because Walter Felholter and others had heard stories about POW transfers to labor camps, they came up with a plan to continue their quiet and pleasant status in Compound B for as long as they could. Whenever they had their throats swabbed, the four men would switch their glass slides before the nurse came in to label them. This allowed them to make sure that no one who had already received two negative evaluations would receive a third (confirming that he no longer had the disease). In this way, the last "four positives" (pictured above) were able to remain in Compound B until late May.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">"We liked to stay in the hospital," Walter has said, "because we didn't have to work then. Otherwise, we had to truck somewhere to pick cotton or something else."</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">A SIDE NOTE: If you look closely at the photo above, you can see the neat wooden shingles and the base of a window box behind the bench where the men are sitting. There is also some shrubbery to the left of the bench. During their first few months in Camp Aliceville, the German POWs transformed their bare tarpaper-covered barracks into somewhat pleasant surroundings with shingles, awnings, flower boxes, and landscaping. They used their canteen money to purchase the materials needed.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div>Ruth Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830423812066332927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391924222415852928.post-7194000191154322912010-01-07T12:48:00.001-08:002010-01-08T14:32:48.115-08:00New Information About Camp Aliceville Diphtheria Epidemic<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ArDZrGMPbGixHvqzhyJeE1ammWWUysg5LivOR39Y998gf1MyB4xd4IjGRhvyfVagg3ulm9Izyt2psznfGxRgDISSfjzbEs6IEue32wZF2F3o9VYdEVo1V6E5D_XsMq9vI3MIaMtYZ0XS/s1600-h/Four+Positives++Aliceville+001.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424102948348128082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ArDZrGMPbGixHvqzhyJeE1ammWWUysg5LivOR39Y998gf1MyB4xd4IjGRhvyfVagg3ulm9Izyt2psznfGxRgDISSfjzbEs6IEue32wZF2F3o9VYdEVo1V6E5D_XsMq9vI3MIaMtYZ0XS/s320/Four+Positives++Aliceville+001.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">The photo at left shows "the last four positives" who were treated for diphtheria at Camp Aliceville in the fall of 1943. Although I have not identified all four German POWs in the photo, the man on the far right is Walter Felholter, who is quoted frequently in <em>Guests Behind the Barbed Wire.</em></span><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;">I have just finished reading an article by Captain Stephen Fleck, Captain John W. Kellam, and Major Arthur J. Klippen who were the American medical officers at Camp Aliceville when the diphtheria outbreak occurred. The article, "Diphtheria Among German Prisoners of War" was published in <em>The Bulletin of the U. S. Army Medical Department</em> in March 1944 (pp. 80 to 89).</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;">Apparently, the diphtheria was brought to Camp Aliceville by the first wave of German POWs who were captured in North Africa in the spring of 1943 and arrived in Aliceville that summer. In all, 51 diphtheria patients were admitted to the camp hospital during September and October. Later p</span><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;">risoners arriving from North Africa had been immunized for the disease, and no new cases were reported after October. </span><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;">The medical officers concluded that the POWs brought the diphtheria with them because camp inspections indicated sanitary conditions and because, although both POWs and guards obtained their food and water from the same sources, no American personnel became ill. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;">The POWs received excellent care, including antitoxin and other treatments. The article notes the assistance of the hospital registrar, Lieutenant George L. Runyon, and the laboratory staff, which included Norma Klippen, Helen Klippen, Laura Downer, and Sergeant C. W. Terry.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;">In the next blog entry, I will share Walter Felholter's amusing story about the period of time that he was quarantined in Compound B while being tested for diphtheria.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div>Ruth Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830423812066332927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391924222415852928.post-57576786666183032772009-12-15T12:32:00.000-08:002010-01-09T13:46:00.731-08:00Son Shares Photo of Captain Arthur John Klippen, M.D.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1qLMmtimZXLiEsm2XtkEKIdZV8MRxMQvanFPRuWlmmkbVBO3mjjmTboPcMyls2Plmz-QcaEXaisTX1iz_Nf6-6Fnkzd9Kd2xhdhNyYvRMIGrfsXNd_mXTyBC1rwA-ZswnI7idekPH04yd/s1600-h/~MAP0000.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415563707170659458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1qLMmtimZXLiEsm2XtkEKIdZV8MRxMQvanFPRuWlmmkbVBO3mjjmTboPcMyls2Plmz-QcaEXaisTX1iz_Nf6-6Fnkzd9Kd2xhdhNyYvRMIGrfsXNd_mXTyBC1rwA-ZswnI7idekPH04yd/s320/~MAP0000.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#009900;">Those of you who have read <em>Guests Behind the Barbed Wire</em> probably remember the army captain who came to Camp Aliceville in December 1942 to set up the medical service for the POW camp. He took a room in the home of Miss Annie Mae Coleman over in Carrollton and began hiring hospital employees. One of the first was Elma Henders, who left college to become the Station Hospital dietician.</span><br /><p></p><p></p><span style="color:#009900;">By mid-April 1943, Captain Arthur John Klippen, M. D., had the Station Hospital open and ready for patients. It was a 250-bed facility designed to treat American military personnel as well as POWs. In emergencies, it even treated local Aliceville residents.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">Captain Klippen supervised the treatment of many war-weary and disillusioned German soldiers who arrived at Camp Aliceville in the coming months. One of them was Horst Uhse who had battled jaundice and malaria in makeshift transfer camps in North Africa. In later years, Uhse expressed his appreciation for the professionalism of Captain Klippen and his staff who nursed him back to health before transferring him to Compound B of Camp Aliceville.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">One German POW was not so lucky. Otto Ulrich cut his leg on a piece of wire fencing at a compound athletic field and waited too long to report his injury It became infected and developed gangrene. When Ulrich finally entered the camp hospital, Captain Klippen recommended amputation, but the POW refused and died.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">The photo at upper left was sent by Captain Klippen's son Chris who recently discovered the existence of the Aliceville Museum <a href="http://www.cityofaliceville.com/">http://www.cityofaliceville.com</a> (Click on POW Museum). The photo shows Captain Klippen with his older son Art (Arthur G. Klippen) and was taken in Aliceville in May 1944. The photo was given to Chris by his sister Nina.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">Captain Klippen was born in 1909 in Duluth, MN to immigrant parents from Norway. He earned a Master's degree in chemistry and taught at a junior college before deciding to study medicine. He received his degree from the medical school at St. Louis University in 1938 and, like many medical students at the time, accepted a commission in the Armed Forces.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">Captain Klippen's first duty was to sit on a medical draft board. He traveled throughout the south and met his wife, Zora Grijack, at Fort Benning, GA in 1940. Zora was a lieutenant in the Army Nursing Corps and scheduled to go to the Phillipines when she resigned her commission to marry Klippen. Many of her nursing friends who did go on to be stationed in the Philippines were there when the island fell to the Japanese and were held in brutal POW camps until the American liberation later in the war.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">Following Captain Klippen's service as Medical Officer at Camp Aliceville, he received orders to the Pacific in anticipation of the invasion of Japan. He was on a ship headed to the Pacific Theater when the atom bombs were dropped and the war ended.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">After the war, Klippen was in private practice as a family physician in Michigan. In 1955, he began work for the VA medical centers, working in the Central Office in Washington, D.C. and then serving as Hospital Director for the Ann Arbor (Michigan) VA. In 1969, he transferred to the Minnesota VA and retired there as Hospital Director in 1977. He and Zora lived in Maple Lake, MN until his death in October 1997. Zora died in 2001.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">The child in the photograph above, Arthur G. klippen, served in the US Army as a second lieutenant in Vietnam. He was killed in action on August 25, 1966 and was posthumously awarded the Silver Star for "gallantry in combat." It is fitting that he and his parents, who served their country well, are buried together in the same plot in Arlington National Cemetery.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">Chris Klippen is donating an oil painting to the Aliceville Museum. It was created by one of the German POWs and given to his father. The painting, done on the back of a piece of military posterboard, shows the recreation area and barracks of Camp Aliceville.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">A SIDE NOTE: Chris Klippen, Mary Bess Paluzzi (Director of the Aliceville Museum), and I share a common bond. All three of our fathers were scheduled to be involved in the invasion of Japan at the time the atomic bombs were dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Mary Bess's father had been badly wounded in Europe in November 1944 and was just being released again for active duty when he expected to be reassigned to the Pacific. Chris's father was on a ship headed to the South Pacific for the invasion of Japan, and my father (see Introduction to <em>Guests Behind the Barbed Wire</em>) was already stationed at Okinawa and training for that invasion.</span>Ruth Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830423812066332927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391924222415852928.post-59984448962603773502009-11-30T13:47:00.001-08:002009-11-30T13:53:27.627-08:00Aliceville Museum Director Adds to Information About Mayhall Photos<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">Aliceville Museum Director Mary Bess Paluzzi was fascinated with the photos of WWII Aliceville posted to this blog by Bruce Mayhall. She noted that Billie Frances Pate worked at the soda fountain in Jones Drugstore at that time. "I always heard that she was a very beautiful young woman," Mary Bess wrote in an e-mail, "and this photo proves it."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;">If any of my readers visit the Aliceville Museum, they will see a beautiful display case that contains the Marine Corps uniform of Sergeant Major Albert Thomas Kirk, who became Billie's husband. In additiion to the large collection of memorabilia from Camp Aliceville, the museum also houses numerous displays of American military memorabilia from World War II.</span>Ruth Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830423812066332927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391924222415852928.post-35998229063184342702009-11-28T14:02:00.000-08:002010-01-17T14:34:24.520-08:00Pete Mayhall's Aliceville Experiences IV<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgISW0CMzyFuUjT9qxTyjHCWLiBOPQS8oroOqj37H5WWrBtXh77q0eAvBrfdFFkQDbJybpGkR6h1KInH2ro1rCdbTTHumC4mBWzegg9qitgM8NkOCN9AaAThpYukQpYtKE8BtCJiOPy36Tn/s1600/MPEG+couple+by+JOnes+Drug+1940s+001.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409279288942981954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgISW0CMzyFuUjT9qxTyjHCWLiBOPQS8oroOqj37H5WWrBtXh77q0eAvBrfdFFkQDbJybpGkR6h1KInH2ro1rCdbTTHumC4mBWzegg9qitgM8NkOCN9AaAThpYukQpYtKE8BtCJiOPy36Tn/s320/MPEG+couple+by+JOnes+Drug+1940s+001.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi302iL6jH8UDC1eX9Ml-rbxl_EphZr08hoAMk8afqKbBQXZHNS3w78LRU36gl1NHCp77e15QJrsmcYgADneaew7IuLKNaxiypytIann6M7EbvclUOOm5N9iEj2pta69v9OqxzE2jyLTIkg/s1600/bicycles+in+Aliceville+1944+001.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409279018006968450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi302iL6jH8UDC1eX9Ml-rbxl_EphZr08hoAMk8afqKbBQXZHNS3w78LRU36gl1NHCp77e15QJrsmcYgADneaew7IuLKNaxiypytIann6M7EbvclUOOm5N9iEj2pta69v9OqxzE2jyLTIkg/s320/bicycles+in+Aliceville+1944+001.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf6ysmGELKKKObMxw1wBhvQCn026wC6jvxuQHPPBeLBJNpMmEDQRap6YITRtxMigdlPjn4sNy9gkEbRYPzGzhpLwuyRDluJitRZ8tCcc8kiesP8XXYC1uswyYWbCgtk_Im76papIt0Gg5e/s1600/McDaniel+with+car+Aliceville+001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409278709034760578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf6ysmGELKKKObMxw1wBhvQCn026wC6jvxuQHPPBeLBJNpMmEDQRap6YITRtxMigdlPjn4sNy9gkEbRYPzGzhpLwuyRDluJitRZ8tCcc8kiesP8XXYC1uswyYWbCgtk_Im76papIt0Gg5e/s320/McDaniel+with+car+Aliceville+001.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">Above are the final three Aliceville photographs from Bruce Mayhall. They definitely capture the mood and setting of the time. Above left are a couple named Dot and Hugh in front of Jones Drugs. Above right are Billy Mouchette and Olga Gibson out for a bike ride, and bottom right is Mr. McDaniel, the owner of the bowling alley where many MPEG guards took their dates for fun on weekends.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;">When WWII ended in Europe, Pete Mayhall was able to combine his quartermaster experience and his experience with POWs to qualify for a position involved in disassembling the huge Allied quartermaster service in Cherbourg. In this effort, he used German POWs captured in France as his work force. This process took until approximately September 1945. He returned to the US on January 5, 1946. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;">After the war, Pete and Ruth Mayhall lived with his parents in Phil Campbell, Alabama for about three months before moving to Florence, Alabama. When their son Bruce wrote about their experiences in May 2008, they had been happily married for 64 years.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;">My thanks again to Bruce Mayhall for sharing his father's story and these special photographs.</span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"><div><br /><br /></div></span><div></div>Ruth Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830423812066332927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391924222415852928.post-45001232789732443112009-11-27T11:33:00.000-08:002010-01-17T14:35:31.353-08:00Pete Mayhall's Aliceville Experiences III.<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">Jones Drugstore was a familiar gathering place in Aliceville during WWII. The first photo in this blog entry shows Billie Frances Pate standing in front of the drugstore which had a soda fountain.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRagmupyJdSLkDCxPNTIgyvS-lrpIaBE39iK-4Fx2lKmxJsP7G-xeXjwArPc1lzXI7luqPYjfO6YGW8gJ1UJ2r1sm9_Oo3NVMpn1KHuigYEQI1I33egDLg2ntPowZWrb2jcg52FhfYGDkT/s1600/Jones+Drug+1940s+001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408869398267506626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRagmupyJdSLkDCxPNTIgyvS-lrpIaBE39iK-4Fx2lKmxJsP7G-xeXjwArPc1lzXI7luqPYjfO6YGW8gJ1UJ2r1sm9_Oo3NVMpn1KHuigYEQI1I33egDLg2ntPowZWrb2jcg52FhfYGDkT/s320/Jones+Drug+1940s+001.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7pqyVG9O5dC5e0zI3NBQzA3__O5cyg0v6tiUDsE2g5pTuu3mm_lShYKS5WdT8ywC9KiZ4fZ2uckqt9jreHv4cCf1cuPKlauQsV75rSSvzKYBPgYQVoDh8Axz971ttXSFKCKxT45_A2OmJ/s1600/Mayhall+sister+and+husband+at+Aliceville+barrakcs+001.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408869159898054066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7pqyVG9O5dC5e0zI3NBQzA3__O5cyg0v6tiUDsE2g5pTuu3mm_lShYKS5WdT8ywC9KiZ4fZ2uckqt9jreHv4cCf1cuPKlauQsV75rSSvzKYBPgYQVoDh8Axz971ttXSFKCKxT45_A2OmJ/s320/Mayhall+sister+and+husband+at+Aliceville+barrakcs+001.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">This second photo shows Pete Mayhall's sister Bernice and her husband Hiram in front of the MPEG barracks at Camp Aliceville in 1944.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;">The stockade office inside the prison compound at Camp Aliceville was the storage location for money and personal items taken from German POWs when they arrived at the camp. These possessions were carefully recorded so they could be returned to the POWs at the end of the war.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;">Pete Mayhall has said that he didn't find it necessary to speak or understand German while at Camp Aliceville because many of the POWs spoke English. Before the war, they had been teachers or actors or had held other jobs requiring education.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div> </div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;">Pete and Ruth Mayhall were with his sister Bernice and her husband at their home near the compound on the night of an attempted prisoner escape. They heard the sirens and the shots, and Pete recalls that the camp authorities had gotten intelligence that a break would be tried. His memory is that three or four prisoners were involved, and that guards in the towers fired on all of them.</span></div></div>Ruth Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830423812066332927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391924222415852928.post-47777947641319185972009-11-20T14:30:00.000-08:002010-01-10T19:08:56.360-08:00Pete Mayhall's Camp Aliceville Experiences II.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_wEjW6V5RuwJWOoeovb7U5dX5P2I0i24mDV9b2Fvrs9RMa63A9PNH7duOKXORpCHWWyVIiVxTjg0nFBHJHyshtJ0GLCCz0Xf6ZmYv52EMZsl2EGDcXNZER1CZG4pHQIwuVYw7EM8NFhx6/s1600/Ruth+Mayhall+Aliceville+Pass+1944+001.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408868328185611186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_wEjW6V5RuwJWOoeovb7U5dX5P2I0i24mDV9b2Fvrs9RMa63A9PNH7duOKXORpCHWWyVIiVxTjg0nFBHJHyshtJ0GLCCz0Xf6ZmYv52EMZsl2EGDcXNZER1CZG4pHQIwuVYw7EM8NFhx6/s320/Ruth+Mayhall+Aliceville+Pass+1944+001.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWA7sbdcPV3CmGgjr5wW-zrpFIWyqfM-33wQUWSoQ1uc6DlSULZ7eczZwiRNNpGVLGicFzguYpsvL7gEOi-nm1Jhn8H2WYpyFQLE2mboJMZwlQVgzbvmZKCDOjOlGIP3UJqTmpRY9cMhn-/s1600/Ruth+Clement+Mayhall+in+Aliceville+Jun+1944.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406317156285951074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWA7sbdcPV3CmGgjr5wW-zrpFIWyqfM-33wQUWSoQ1uc6DlSULZ7eczZwiRNNpGVLGicFzguYpsvL7gEOi-nm1Jhn8H2WYpyFQLE2mboJMZwlQVgzbvmZKCDOjOlGIP3UJqTmpRY9cMhn-/s320/Ruth+Clement+Mayhall+in+Aliceville+Jun+1944.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">Pete Mayhall married Ruth Clement on February 15, 1944 at the Sandusky, Alabama home of one of her former high school teachers. She joined him in Aliceville, and he then moved with her from his quarters in the camp compound to upstairs rooms in a house owned by the man who ran the bowling alley in Aliceville.</span><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Ruth Clement Mayhall is seen at left. Her ID pass for Camp Aliceville is dated 6 March 1944. They shared a downstairs bathroom with another couple who rented rooms downstairs in the McDaniel house.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">During the next three months, Pete and Ruth enjoyed picnics and travels through the Alabama countryside with other young military couples, including Pete's sister Bernice and her husband Hiram who was also stationed at Camp Aliceville. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Then came the secret plans for D-Day. Pete was on a ship crossing the Atlantic on June 6, 1944 when the invasion occurred <a href="http://www.history.army.mil/brochures/normandy/nor-pam.htm">http://www.history.army.mil/brochures/normandy/nor-pam.htm</a>. His ship was constantly zigzagging to avoid German U-boats and their torpedoes. Once in Europe, he was part of the second wave of American troops to land, and he remained in Europe until the fall of 1945. His brother-in-law Hiram was shipped to Europe shortly after Pete. Both men survived the war, and Hiram remained in the Army after the end of the war.</span></div></div>Ruth Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830423812066332927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391924222415852928.post-35708075940591249202009-11-13T13:23:00.000-08:002010-01-10T19:12:06.202-08:00Pete Mayhall's Camp Aliceville Experiences I.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu7YMKt8Wkvecd2tYsgjOsA5nvlqymkXp3E0_jIGVBTVd0_6E8XSf3rcKMA1eoU-ex3eANWspGMVkS7buWnPwpAxRhInYYgO2lxbr9gTuyDgLrQNE8St2CLLDlDSjU5SZcPGqEscW9Cq38/s1600-h/Glen+Mayhall.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403705937691907698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu7YMKt8Wkvecd2tYsgjOsA5nvlqymkXp3E0_jIGVBTVd0_6E8XSf3rcKMA1eoU-ex3eANWspGMVkS7buWnPwpAxRhInYYgO2lxbr9gTuyDgLrQNE8St2CLLDlDSjU5SZcPGqEscW9Cq38/s320/Glen+Mayhall.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">Bruce Mayhall recently shared some of his father's experiences at Camp Aliceville during World War II, and I am happy to post these for my readers. Bruce wrote about these experiences in May 2008.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">After enlisting in the Army in May 1942, Glen Howard "Pete" Mayhall was assigned to the Induction Center at Fort McClellan in Anniston, Alabama, where he interviewed draftees until April 1943 <a href="http://www.mcclellan.army.mil/Info.asp">http://www.mcclellan.army.mil/Info.asp</a>. Then his brother-in-law Hiram Duncan, who was an Army private, told Pete about a new company being formed for Camp Aliceville. Both men were promoted and sent to Aliceville, arriving before the first group of prisoners did in June 1943.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Pete was assigned to work in the company office, but after the German POWs began to arrive, he was moved into the compound and worked for the officer in charge, Captain Scott C. Strohecker. They worked with a First Lieutenant (possibly Nat Aicklen) as well as one or two secretaries who were civilian employees of the camp. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Pete's brother-in-law Hiram worked in the American section of the camp, and he and Bernice (Pete's sister) rented a house across the road from the camp.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">The compound office, where Pete worked, was located in a building that sat between the hous</span><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">ing for American soldiers and the compounds occupied by the German POWs. In the early years of Camp Aliceville, the prisoners organized much of their own lives inside the compounds, and the three Americans in the stockade office (Strohecker, the first lieutenant, and Mayhall) were among the few Americans who had access to the compound. Pete remembers that, when hard-core Nazis caused trouble with other prisoners, they were shipped out to other camps.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Pete remembers that the 1929 Geneva convention requirements about equal food and housing for prisoners were followed carefully, and that this caused considerable resentment among local citizens. On one occasion, a POW spokesman came to Pete and complained about the amount of bread the prisoners were receiving. Pete told him they were getting the same amount as the American guards, but Captain Strohecker, who was of German descent, understood the cultural differences and allowed more bread.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Prisoners often came to the stockade office with requests for materials they could use for creative projects to ward off boredom. Once, a prisoner named W. Reissig, who was an artist, asked for help in locating things he could paint. Later, Reissig gave Pete a painting he had created on mattress ticking with improvised colors found in the infirmary. The scene, Life on the Mississippi, reproduces a postcard Reissig obtained. This painting still hangs on the wall of the bedroom Bruce Mayhall sleeps in when he visits his parents' home in Florence, Alabama.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">More of Pete Mayhall's recollections and photos of Alicevile during WWII will appear in subsequent blog entries.</span></div>Ruth Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830423812066332927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391924222415852928.post-66106258958645293822009-10-12T14:14:00.000-07:002009-10-29T13:05:10.358-07:00Father of Heidelberg Waitress Spent Most of War at Camp Aliceville<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2U10tR-kNL9vcXG9TvBTwxXkEMNeufd-65IyfX_yMWJoik4SvUI_ulVMKas6Nekj2Dw1NKRSd8KbaekIfnd895bkBklpc_5mHEdasPkwVslfMEo35q1RgxxFoCctzL-tm8pvuBNWLIXAT/s1600-h/DSC08983.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398114893127440130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2U10tR-kNL9vcXG9TvBTwxXkEMNeufd-65IyfX_yMWJoik4SvUI_ulVMKas6Nekj2Dw1NKRSd8KbaekIfnd895bkBklpc_5mHEdasPkwVslfMEo35q1RgxxFoCctzL-tm8pvuBNWLIXAT/s320/DSC08983.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7GspJWZOPLpXsHuP9zj_0jiGOiwjnhj6oAnsykDp4bcweVpfxS9M2Qk_wFZhc-x93JL9m23EbzjGdfI_0yoYZhSBLhKePi75xKfnShxO76CYugoEctY6pAAgaCn-gxRO3VMGZPn4L0pkd/s1600-h/DSC09006.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 283px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398114537959793650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7GspJWZOPLpXsHuP9zj_0jiGOiwjnhj6oAnsykDp4bcweVpfxS9M2Qk_wFZhc-x93JL9m23EbzjGdfI_0yoYZhSBLhKePi75xKfnShxO76CYugoEctY6pAAgaCn-gxRO3VMGZPn4L0pkd/s320/DSC09006.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">I had an interesting e-mail recently from a man named John Coon, who is retired from the US Air Force. He spent the years 2000 to 2008 working for the US military near Heidelberg, Germany.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Shortly before returning to the United States, Mr. Coon was having dinner in a restaurant near Heidelberg when the English-speaking German waitress commented on his Southern drawl. During their subsequent conversation, she told him that her father had spent most of WWII at Camp Aliceville, and she knew many things about the former POW camp.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Mr. Coon plans to return to Germany and will try to find out more about her memories. If he does, I will post the information here.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">He also reported the sad news that John Michael Parrish, son of Wendell Parrish, passed away near the end of September at the age of 61. Those of you who have read <em>Guests Behind the Barbed Wire </em>will remember that Wendell Parrish was the American airman who was interned at Stalag Luft IV and provided the contrasts for me between American POW experiences in Germany and those of German POWs at Camp Aliceville. We offer our sincere condolences to Wendell and his family.</span> </div><div> </div><div>PLEASE NOTE: The photos in this blog entry were provided by John D. Coon and are used with his permission.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></div>Ruth Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830423812066332927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391924222415852928.post-68608446732797261992009-09-14T13:30:00.000-07:002009-09-14T13:44:18.056-07:00Mobile, AL Newspaper Shares German POW Story<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;">A friend in south Alabama recently sent me a clipping from the <em>Press-Register</em> in Mobile. It was about a 74-year-old woman who remembered being a 10-year-old when her father supervised a work force of German POWs who were transported from Loxley to the Hallett Lumber Company in Mobile during WWII. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Shirley Mosley's father was made a deputy sheriff and was authorized to carry a gun so he could guard the prisoners who worked in the lumberyard. Loxley (in Baldwin County) was one of 20 satellite labor camps in Alabama that housed German POWs on temporary work details. One of the Germans told Mosley's father that he was not a Nazi and had been a college professor in Germany before the war. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Sometimes, the POWs were given scraps of wood, and at one point, the former college professor built and stained a wooden jewelry box that he gave to Mosley's father as a gift for her teenage sister. The box contained an inscription burned into the inside of the lid. It read as follows:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">German soldat - Wilhelm Lisicky, Berliner. P. W. Camp Loxley - 1945, War 1939-1945.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;">If anyone reading this column has additional information about Wilhelm Lisicky, it would be interesting to know what happened to him after the war and what he did with his life. You can send a comment to me at this blog and/or contact newspaper reporter Hope Northington at PO Box 2488, Mobile, AL 36652.</span>Ruth Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830423812066332927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391924222415852928.post-2551411351336066442009-07-07T12:59:00.000-07:002009-07-07T13:32:53.819-07:00Independence Day Claims Judge Robert Hugh Kirksey<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjohR7tfQKUaai8vmrCAH2c_oyrwTJR3zUO_3D152hgse5BMgnGDSJ6xVJ-apOWo2FCZrsD4rY4gzYVRQS9M6v1BSHcUDH2kInOjDF19d-4zDZDK-e8Ak7wWqG0AIjDGVe7r3k9gvcAPtzj/s1600-h/Judge+Kirksey+with+grandson+001.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355810660012383954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjohR7tfQKUaai8vmrCAH2c_oyrwTJR3zUO_3D152hgse5BMgnGDSJ6xVJ-apOWo2FCZrsD4rY4gzYVRQS9M6v1BSHcUDH2kInOjDF19d-4zDZDK-e8Ak7wWqG0AIjDGVe7r3k9gvcAPtzj/s320/Judge+Kirksey+with+grandson+001.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Aliceville, Alabama native Robert Hugh Kirksey passed away on Saturday, July 4, after a fall at his home on July 1. He was 87. Appropriately, this Alabama patriot shares his date of passing with John Adams and Thomas Jefferson who also left this world on July 4.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">The photo at left, which appears in Kirksey's memoir, <em>With Me: Growing Up in the Faith</em>, shows him with his grandson, Richard Kirksey Heard, on the day the Aliceville "Avenue of Flags" was dedicated in about 1987.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">I did not know Judge Kirksey well, but his memoir, along with a series of historical articles for the Pickens County newspaper, was a huge source of information and inspiration as I worked to recreate Aliceville during WWII in my book, <em>Guests Behind the Barbed Wire</em>. He brought the town that hosted Camp Aliceville to life on the page, and his daughter Mary Bess (Paluzzi) became one of my favorite friends as she read my manuscript chapter by chapter and pointed me in so many good directions. My prayers are with her and her family as they remember a wonderful husband, father, and grandfather.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Those of you who have read <em>Guests Behind the Barbed Wire</em> will remember the wartime stories of Robert Hugh Kirksey who was home on leave when the first German prisoners came into Aliceville on the Frisco in early June 1943. Kirksey served as a First Lieutenant in the 333rd Regiment of the 84th Infantry Division. He was awarded several medals, including the Purple Heart, for an injury suffered in Germany.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">One of the images from his memoir that stands out in my mind is a story on page 158 that describes his troop train pulling into the railway station in Birmingham, England as he was headed for the front in Europe. "As we sat in our train in that station, another train, headed North, back toward Scotland, stopped on the track just opposite us," he wrote. "We pressed our faces against the windows and looked across at that train. Its passengers had their faces similarly pressed to their windows. 'Look!' some soldier said in a loud voice. "They're German prisoners!'</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">"That startling coincidence probably stunned me more than anyone else on our train, for immediately the thought flashed in my mind, 'What if they are going to the German Prisoner of War Camp in Aliceville, Alabama. Here we are, reluctantly headed for their homeland; and there they are reluctantly headed, perhaps, for ours.'...The pathos of war was etched in my mind and I can see those German faces clearly in my mind, even today."</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">That simple story said it so well.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">When I pulled my copy of <em>With Me</em> from the shelf this afternoon to find that story, I came across the inscription Judge Kirksey wrote on the title page on March 1, 2005. "To Ruth Cook--Thank you. May God continue <u>with you</u>, as he has with <u>me</u>!" </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">May God Bless and Keep Robert Hugh Kirksey.</span></div>Ruth Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830423812066332927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391924222415852928.post-77494645138589729322009-06-16T15:08:00.000-07:002009-06-16T15:21:23.380-07:00Winter Family Further Identifies Track Meet Photo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5YqyJMMZKOi49HTV6gZDTJYGbuEy_TydWh2wbblCOu0lCKp1MXxppOYUr-fJhdamN5TOU-No2g-T3UZxMUFv4N_As5HIoSDzQxQRB_vOUfl405_m3-dBwtwKD2YPumtLnDic79BU1wBkz/s1600-h/Aliceville+track+meet+001.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348050898161539474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5YqyJMMZKOi49HTV6gZDTJYGbuEy_TydWh2wbblCOu0lCKp1MXxppOYUr-fJhdamN5TOU-No2g-T3UZxMUFv4N_As5HIoSDzQxQRB_vOUfl405_m3-dBwtwKD2YPumtLnDic79BU1wBkz/s320/Aliceville+track+meet+001.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">I had an e-mail last week from the father of Philipp Winter who told me that he has a photo very similar to the one at the right that appeared in my book. The information written on the back of the photo adds a little to the story:</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">This track meet, at Camp Aliceville, was held on October 28, 1945. The race shown in the photo was the 100 meter dash, and the three men in the photo, left to right, are:</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">1st Place--Hartmann, from Compound C, 11.9 seconds.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">2nd Place--Winter, from Compound F, 12.2 seconds.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">3rd Place--Esser, from Compound A, 12.4 seconds.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">If anyone has information about the other two runners (Hartmann and Esser), please send me a comment.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">I love the serendipity of life--even after many years. I was amazed to discover that the grandson of the man named Winter who won 2nd Place in the hundred meter dash is an American Field Service exchange student studying in Idaho this year. The reason this amazed me is that I was once an American Field Service exchange student myself--representing Bedford, Ohio and living with a family named Ott in Ravensburg, Germany during the summer of 1961. AFS is a wonderful organization.</span></div>Ruth Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830423812066332927noreply@blogger.com0