Bob110
Bob I just wanted to mention a few lines and thank you for taking the time to post all these photo galleries.
My dad was in the 6th Airborne and was one of the blokes that entered and liberated Bergen Belsen camp.
The photos you presented much followed what he described to me as a kid.
Also as a 5 or 6 year old growing up in Gloucester post war we lived in what was called a two berth caravan with my younger brother Raymond who now lives Down Under. In this orchard were a lot of similar static caravans (trailers or trailer park they call it here) were housed a lot of demobbed servicemen, and refugees from all parts.
Next to one Scots family & the boy I went to school with, was a Polish Jewish family who had come from Warsaw. They took in laundry and did tailoring work, using old irons in the fire to press the finished product.
The grand father used to sit outside playing a fiddle (violin) in a very melancholy way. I still associate this sound with orthodox Eastern European Jewish people and black Homburg hats:eek:
Their daughter was about 18 at the time and was the only member of the family who spoke English. During a summer school break we got talking to her, only to find out that her three brothers and sisters had been taken away and exterminated while they worked. I remember her relating the wailing and weeping that befell the ghetto at night when they had come back to their quarters from forced labour.
I have never forgotten the story even to this day how it was told to me at a tender age by this Polish teenager.
Very sad!
Cheers Dennis

