Showing posts with label POW series. Show all posts
Showing posts with label POW series. Show all posts

Thursday, March 18, 2021

Pieces From The Past - Final Wrap Up



WWII ended in 1945 and the German soldiers left Camp Trinidad in January 1946 ~ 75 years ago.  The most fortunate ones returned to their homes.  The less fortunate discovered that their home and family were no longer there, and the least fortunate were captured and held in Russian POW camps. In October 1946, the Army ordered an appraisal of the camp facilities. It was the opinion of the appraiser that none of the facilities, structures or buildings would be of much use at the current site. Rather, all of the material and equipment was very much needed in the vicinity and could be repurposed and put to use.

As told by Kurt Landsberger in his book Prisoners of War at Camp Trinidad, Colorado 1943 - 1946: Internment, Intimidation, Incompetence and Country Club Living:


It was necessary to move the structures and buildings on flatbed trailers, either as a whole or in sections. The buildings could also be taken down and removed as salvage.

There were two main groupings: The mechanical or installed equipment, such as light fixtures, switches, heating and ventilation equipment, and plumbing fixtures attached to the building; and the building materials, which included lumber, insulation board, doors and windows, and sheeting.

A complete physical inventory had to be made and then unit prices had to be obtained for a total value.

In 1948, the Trinidad public school moved the former nurses’ quarters and used the building as a permanent classroom unit. It also retained various surplus, such as steam boilers, steam radiators, doors and window frames, for the new junior high school being built, and used plumbing equipment in several schools. Bent County schools also acquired buildings, doors, windows and plumbing equipment.


In June 1964 there was a five day event – Operation International Friendship - held in Trinidad. It was an opportunity for former German POWs that had been held at Camp Trinidad and US Officers and soldiers that worked at the camp to return to the remote (some stated desolate) location. A location that so many of them had come to love. (Below is a photo of some of the attendees - none of them had written letters to Phillip & Katie.  The quality is poor, but it is scanned from the newspaper - with great appreciation for my Mom and the Carnegie Public Library)




The POWs grew to love and appreciate the vast views of the landscape – The Sangre de Cristo Mountain range, the Spanish Peaks (Twin Peaks) and Fishers Peak, the flat butte that stood so prominently before the Camp. There were many art pieces that featured the landscape that had been on display at the Camp. At least one painting made its way to Phillip & Katie. But there were several letters that mentioned the gift of artwork that had been presented to them in appreciation for the kindness that had been shown to them while working in the sugar beet fields at the Schleich Farm.

Landsberger shared…  “Numerous letters by prisoners (to their loved ones) survive. From one: “I have never as a soldier been as well off as I am here; we are being treated very decently.” Another one compared the camp with a rest cure, the author being surprised by barracks with electric lights and individual cots complete with quilts. “The food is excellent and plentiful. Particular attention is given to the state of our health.” Yet his is the exact opposite of another letter written complaining about the lack of tables.

SIDE NOTE::  I wonder who made/provided the quilts that were on the beds???  How many were there?  Did each bed have a quilt?  And what did they look like???

It seems that most of the men grew to appreciate the facilities and the manner in which they were treated while at Camp Trinidad. But I am certain that their appreciation grew even more so upon their return to their war-torn homeland, as evidenced by what they wrote in their letters and their desire to return to America.

How interesting that it was the same year that pieces of Camp Trinidad were being redistributed and repurposed (1948) that my Grandparents, Phillip and Katie, began a new chapter of their lives as well with the purchase of a small farm between Trinidad and Model.

I am saddened that we have reached the end of this journey… a 15-month journey that took assorted pieces from the past – vintage quilt patterns, letters from former German POWs, family stories and recipes as well as lessons from history.  And with each piece we have had the opportunity to create a quilt that represents each facet and step of this journey.  

From the introduction (The Signature Block) of my family to the first letters that were filled is gratitude on that they were back in their homeland (The Mayflower), to the sad news of families being unable to locate their family (The Lost Goslin')or simply being separated from them because of the various "zones" (The Flower Garden) and as the time passed, the news in the letters reflected complete despair, as in the letters with Double T, The Blockade and Pride of Ohio, yet repeatedly the men mentioned the kind treatment they had experienced while at Phillip & Katie Schleich's farm.  

And let's not forget the numerous mentions of the delicious and generous amounts of food they were offered when they were at the Schleich Farm (Russian Sunflower)!  Or the recollections of Phillip's & Katie's family members as in the letter from Rudolf Salulke (Indian Star).

The most fascinating bit of historical information I learned of in my research was the information regarding C.A.R.E. Packages (Dragon Fly).  The most exciting "lead" that was stumbled upon by my translator was the information of Klaus Hesselbarth (Rolling Stone).  My favorite block to piece was Modern Broken Dish but the block that I am most pleased with in the quilt is the Friendship Block.  The most challenging blocks??? No doubt they were the Russian Sunflower and the Pine Burr Block!

This sew along has been a journey I have enjoyed making with you. And it is my hope that you enjoyed the journey as well.  If you happened to have missed the "journey" as it unfolded, you can find all of the letters, patterns, stories and recipes by clicking on the Pieces From The Past tab located at the top of the blog page.

Perhaps it has even inspired you to record the stories of your own family.  If you would be interested, I have compiled a document entitled "Priceless Conversations".  It, as well as all of the patterns from this sew along, are available on the products page of my Payhip "store".  


Last spring as the stay at home status was encouraged, my Mom and I (safely) ventured the 20 miles to Model, Colorado for a photo shoot with the quilt.  


There isn't much left to see in Model.  There is an old Mercantile building that is standing, but is no longer in operation.  





The school that my Dad  attended was lost in a fire and nothing really remains of it.  






The home that Phillip and Katie and their boys lived in while farming in the area was torn down long ago.  It and any other identifiable landmarks had also been demolished so long ago that even my Dad, while he was alive and before dementia had set in, was unable to tell us where he lived.

I just felt right that the photos were taken there... in a sense, returning home.


As I  considered various options for finishing the quilt I thought that it needed something that was reminiscent of the past, yet a tie to the present time as well.  It was for that reason that I selected a "Baptist Fan" design for the quilting but rather than having the quilting lines so close together as they would have been done traditionally, I chose to super-size them and make them 2-3/4" apart and the largest arc of the quilting as large as 10-1/2".


The binding is made up of left over fat quarters from the blocks, and stitched down with big stitches on the back.  Leaving a traditional, finished look to the front of the quilt and a modern look on the back.  That red thread really pops!

So, here are the final details you need for completing the borders...

Border 1 - 
Cut 2 strips - 2-1/2" x 58-1/2" for the sides of the assembled rows (58-1/2") 
Cut 2 strips - 2-1/2" x  73-1/2" for the top and bottom.

Cut eight 1-1/2" wide strips for a second border.  Piece two strips together to create four long strips.  Add to each side and then top and bottom.

Cut eight 3-1/2" wide strips for a final border.  Again, piece two strips together to create 4 long strips.  Add to each side and then top and bottom.

Layer, quilt as desired and bind.  

Binding - Using scraps from the fabric you used in your blocks, cut 2-1/2" strips, join, using a 45 degree seam, to make a strip 300 inches (8-1/3 yards) long strip.  

When your quilt (top only/flimsy) is complete share on instagram, tag me (@MelvaLovesScraps) and use hashtag #PiecesFromThePastSewAlong or post on my fb page - Melva Loves Scraps. And don't forget to link up for the give away!  C&T Publishing is generously giving five copies of the Kansas City Star Quilts Sampler to five individuals.  I can't wait to see your quilts!




But, before you run off... Tell me...

Leave a comment with your favorite block in the quilt.  And why it was your favorite.  

Was there a story that was your favorite?  I'd like to hear from you about that as well.

Piece Happy!

Melva

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Thursday, February 25, 2021

Pieces From The Past - The Pride of Ohio




This letter from 1949 was written 3 years after the closure of Camp Trinidad.  Three years!  It is the last of the letters that Phillip and Katie received from the men that worked in their sugar beet fields. 

Riesa, Jan 30, 1949


Very honored Mr. Schleich!

Please forgive if I allow myself to approach you with a very large request.  It is well known to you that we do not lie on a bed of roses here, and in this way to tell you how pleased we would be and how much good it would be to our bellies, if you could have sent to our address a care package with urgently needed foodstuffs, mainly cooking fat.  Our dear God blesses you richly for your good heart.

Our son-in-law Gotthart Hauswold worked for you as a POW and he always praised how well he liked working for you and how you treated him like your own son.  Unfortunately he has been very ill for a long time and urgently needs better and more food.    I most politely implore you, grant this motherly request.  God Almighty has inspired me to approach you and will richly reward you for your good work, if you have some food sent to us.

Heartfelt thanks in advance, very honored Mr. Schleich, for the good deed that you hopefully do for us in our need,  

Most sincerely yours,

Mrs. Marie Lomtscher 

One last heartbreaking letter...  Honestly, I'm not sure I could take much more heartbreak.  😭

Post Master, Mase Hauswold, wrote on his son's behalf in January, 1947 (Block #14 - The Owl Quilt).  Gotthart Hauswold, himself, wrote to Phillip and Katie later that same year, in November (Block #16 - The Corner Star Block).  And this final, desperate plea from his Mother-in law, Margarete, two years after the first request for help was made.  

Phillip and Katie had worked hard raising sugar beets for Mr. Bob O'Brian and after several years they had managed to save enough money for them to purchase a 63-acre farm of their own between Model and Trinidad.  Their mailing address was simply Route 1, Trinidad, Colorado - as noted on the envelope to the left.

Under the current postal regulations this letter to Phillip and Katie would have never arrived in their mail box since forwarding orders for mail are in place for only 6 months.  Is it possible that more letters never arrived simply because they moved?  Were there letters that were "returned to sender"?  We will never know...

How difficult it must have been for Gotthart and his loved ones to be so desperate to set aside their pride and basically beg for assistance.  Asking for help is one of the most difficult things to do.  Yet when we make the decision to do so, the reward is often two-fold, the one needing help has needs met and the one fulfilling the request is rewarded with a feeling of satisfaction and even joy.  Remember, it is in the giving that we receive.

As I read that Gotthart had told his family how much he liked working for Phillip and how he had even been treated like a son, my personal feeling of pride rose up.  Knowing that, though Phillip and Katie had, at times, barely enough to feed their own three growing sons, yet they shared what little they had generously with the men from the POW Camp.  They left a lasting impression on lives that were lived on the other side of the world and it makes me proud.

It makes me not only proud, but it inspires me to try to be a better person and carry on such a legacy. For this reason the block named Pride of Ohio was selected as the final block of this sew along.


When your block is completed, you can assemble row #3.  You will need three 2-1/2" x 12-1/2" sashing strips to be sewn into place between the blocks.  You should have a sashing strip at the bottom of the row 2, as well as the top of row 4, so you are ready to add row 3.  In case you missed the cutting instructions for the sashing strips...

Additional cutting directions for sashing strips...

Row 1 - cut three 2-1/2" x 12-1/2" strips 
Row 2 - cut four 2-3/4" x 9-1/2" strips
Row 3 - cut three 2-1/2" x 12-1/2" strips
Row 4 - cut two 3-1/2" x 16-1/2" strips 
Row 5 - cut three 2-1/2" x 12-1/2" strips

Horizontal sashing - 4 strips 2-1/2" x 54" long.  Unless you are using extra wide muslin, you will need to have a seam in the sashing between rows.

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Be sure that you join me one last time on March 18th for the final wrap-up of the Pieces From The Past Sew Along series.  I will share some details of the dismantling of the POW Camp, a reunion that was held in 1964, and the final cutting instructions for the final borders and binding of the quilt.  At that time I will have a final link up opportunity for you to share your finished quilt tops.  Those who link up their finished tops will have a chance to win a copy of the Kansas City Star Quilt Sampler book from C&T Publishing... actually, there are FIVE copies available!  And good news!  The chance to win a pattern book will not be limited to US addresses only.  



As you go about your life, I encourage you, challenge you even, to make a difference in the world by being kind to those around you.  Your actions, your smile, and your kindness can be something that someone else may hang onto for years to come!  

Before you leave though... Leave a comment about a small way YOU make a difference to those around you.

Me?  I always return my cart to the store or a cart corral and at times I will let others check out before me... especially if there is a parent with a restless little one, I will allow them to go first.  I remember like it was yesterday how challenging it could be to take small ones shopping. :)

Keep Piecing!

Melva

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Thursday, February 4, 2021

Pieces From The Past - The Blockade




Willi Baruschke Berlin-Tempelhof Nov 10, 1948
Berlin-Tempelhof
Friedrick-Wilhelm Street 88

To: Schleich Family
Trinidad-Model (Colorado) USA

Very honored Schleich family:

Can you remember the group of German POW officers, who in the summer of 1945 worked on your sugar beet farm?  It was the group who, at the end of the work, presented you a small picture as a Thank You and a memento.  I am one of that group.  

I have often thought back to the lovely days spent in your family circle.  Unfortunately, only just now am I able to write to you, because then, as we left Trinidad in January 1946, the journey did not lead, as I hoped, to my home and family, but rather on the road to Russian-held Berlin and then deep into Russia in the Caucasus to the toughest work camp.  Only now have I come back, very sick.  And as for being able to recover my health, the first need is good food.  But as you have well heard, I am sitting here in Berlin, a blockaded city, in which rations at this time are very, very scarce.    

Then I think back to your words back then, if any of us is in need, that we should contact you.  And that is what I am doing now, with the big request of if you can perhaps spare a small care package for a sick survivor of a Russian POW camp now in blockaded Berlin.  I can pay you back by sending you other things by return package that would please you over there.  Very honored Schleich family, in the hopes that this request is met, I wish you all the best and send you my warmest regards, your Willi Baruschke.

Hope to hear from you soon.

Willi Baruschke

handwritten ~ And to you all a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

From History.com - "Following World War II, Germany was divided into occupation zones. The United States, Great Britain, the Soviet Union, and, eventually, France, were given specific zones to occupy in which they were to accept the surrender of Nazi forces and restore order. The Soviet Union occupied most of eastern Germany, while the other Allied nations occupied western Germany. 


The German capital of Berlin was similarly divided into four zones of occupation. Almost immediately, differences between the United States and the Soviet Union surfaced. The Soviets sought huge reparations from Germany in the form of money, industrial equipment, and resources. The Russians also made it clear that they desired a neutral and disarmed Germany." 


With this letter from Mr. Baruschke, we hear again of an unfortunate German soldier who only wanted to return home, yet fell into the poor conditions of a POW camp controlled by the Russians and released only because of his failing health.

"On June 22, 1948, negotiations between the Soviets, Americans, and British broke down. On June 24, Soviet forces blocked the roads and railroad lines into West Berlin."

"For a few tense days, the world waited to see whether the United States and Soviet Union would come to blows. In West Berlin, panic began to set in as its population worried about shortages of food, water, and medical aid. The United States response came just two days after the Soviets began their blockade. A massive airlift of supplies into West Berlin was undertaken...  Russia looked like an international bully that was trying to starve men, women, and children into submission...  On May 12, 1949, the Soviets officially ended the blockade."



Willi Baruschke included two sweet postcards, probably for the boys, but possibly as a small "down payment" of his promise to "return packages that would please you".  

Handwritten on the back of each card were well wishes to the family.



Because of the Russian Blockade told of in the letter, this beginner block, The Blockade, is the pattern I selected to accompany this story.  I had a bit of a challenge in writing the pattern for this block since the printed templates included mis-sized pieces.  Errors happen, I get that.  But I cannot help but wonder how many "beginner quilters" got frustrated with this pattern in 1938?
Rest assured, the final pattern has been tested by myself several times, as well as a few pattern testers that have been a joy to work with.  

Now is the time to download the pattern for free - link is above (highlighted name).  Don't forget to come back when your block is complete to link up for the opportunity to win a free fat quarter.  Be sure to use the hashtag #PiecesFromThePastSewAlong and tag me on IG - @MelvaLovesScraps or on fb at Melva Loves Scraps.  I love seeing all of your blocks!


With the completion of this block, you can assemble row #2.  You will need four 2-3/4" x 9-1/2" sashing strips to be sewn into place between the blocks.  You can also add a sashing strip 2-1/2" x 54" to the bottom of the row, and join row 2 to row 1.  Oooooooooh!  We are getting SO close!  Just one block left!  I can feel the excitement... Can YOU?

Now, before you run off, leave a comment telling me...

What was a stand out item in this letter?

Piece Happy!

Melva



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Friday, January 29, 2021

A Happily Ever After


After the last few letters I have shared from former German POWs I have felt defeated, saddened and depressed for the appalling conditions that were described in them.
   

International Holocaust Remembrance Day is an international memorial day on January 27th that commemorates the victims of the Holocaust, the genocide of European Jews by Nazi Germany between 1941 and 1945. January 27th was chosen to commemorate the date that Auschwitz concentration camp was liberated in 1945.

Yesterday as I scrolled through social media I found this story.  Often times the longer stories get skipped over because people can have a very short attention span... but this one is worth reading.  For that reason, I am sharing here...

Marcel Sternberger was a methodical man of nearly 50, with bushy white hair, guileless brown eyes, and the bouncing enthusiasm of a czardas dancer of his native Hungary. He always took the 9:09 Long Island Railroad train from his suburban home to Woodside, N.Y.., where he caught a subway into the city.
On the morning of January 10, 1948, Sternberger boarded the 9:09 as usual. En route, he suddenly decided to visit Laszlo Victor, a Hungarian friend who lived in Brooklyn and was ill.

Accordingly, at Ozone Park, Sternberger changed to the subway for Brooklyn, went to his friend’s house, and stayed until midafternoon. He then boarded a Manhattan-bound subway for his Fifth Avenue office. Here is Marcel’s incredible story:

The car was crowded, and there seemed to be no chance of a seat. But just as I entered, a man sitting by the door suddenly jumped up to leave, and I slipped into the empty place. I’ve been living in New York long enough not to start conversations with strangers. But being a photographer, I have the peculiar habit of analyzing people’s faces, and I was struck by the features of the passenger on my left. He was probably in his late 30s, and when he glanced up, his eyes seemed to have a hurt expression in them. He was reading a Hungarian-language newspaper, and something prompted me to say in Hungarian, “I hope you don’t mind if I glance at your paper.”

The man seemed surprised to be addressed in his native language. But he answered politely, “You may read it now. I’ll have time later on.”

During the half-hour ride to town, we had quite a conversation. He said his name was Bela Paskin. A law student when World War II started, he had been put into a German labor battalion and sent to the Ukraine. Later he was captured by the Russians and put to work burying the German dead. After the war, he covered hundreds of miles on foot until he reached his home in Debrecen, a large city in eastern Hungary.

I myself knew Debrecen quite well, and we talked about it for a while. Then he told me the rest of his story. When he went to the apartment once occupied by his father, mother, brothers and sisters, he found strangers living there. Then he went upstairs to the apartment that he and his wife once had. It also was occupied by strangers. None of them had ever heard of his family.

As he was leaving, full of sadness, a boy ran after him, calling “Paskin bacsi! Paskin bacsi!” That means “Uncle Paskin.” The child was the son of some old neighbors of his. He went to the boy’s home and talked to his parents. “Your whole family is dead,” they told him. “The Nazis took them and your wife to Auschwitz.”

Auschwitz was one of the worst Nazi concentration camps. Paskin gave up all hope. A few days later, too heartsick to remain any longer in Hungary, he set out again on foot, stealing across border after border until he reached Paris. He managed to immigrate to the United States in October 1947, just three months before I met him.

All the time he had been talking, I kept thinking that somehow his story seemed familiar. A young woman whom I had met recently at the home of friends had also been from Debrecen; she had been sent to Auschwitz; from there she had been transferred to work in a German munitions factory. Her relatives had been killed in the gas chambers. Later she was liberated by the Americans and was brought here in the first boatload of displaced persons in 1946.

Her story had moved me so much that I had written down her address and phone number, intending to invite her to meet my family and thus help relieve the terrible emptiness in her life.

It seemed impossible that there could be any connection between these two people, but as I neared my station, I fumbled anxiously in my address book. I asked in what I hoped was a casual voice, “Was your wife’s name Marya?”

He turned pale. “Yes!” he answered. “How did you know?”

He looked as if he were about to faint.

I said, “Let’s get off the train.” I took him by the arm at the next station and led him to a phone booth. He stood there like a man in a trance while I dialed her phone number.

It seemed hours before Marya Paskin answered. (Later I learned her room was alongside the telephone, but she was in the habit of never answering it because she had so few friends and the calls were always for someone else. This time, however, there was no one else at home and, after letting it ring for a while, she responded.)

When I heard her voice at last, I told her who I was and asked her to describe her husband. She seemed surprised at the question, but gave me a description. Then I asked her where she had lived in Debrecen, and she told me the address.

Asking her to hold the line, I turned to Paskin and said, “Did you and your wife live on such-and-such a street?”

“Yes!” Bela exclaimed. He was white as a sheet and trembling.

“Try to be calm,” I urged him. “Something miraculous is about to happen to you. Here, take this telephone and talk to your wife!”

He nodded his head in mute bewilderment, his eyes bright with tears. He took the receiver, listened a moment to his wife’s voice, then suddenly cried, “This is Bela! This is Bela!” and he began to mumble hysterically. Seeing that the poor fellow was so excited he couldn’t talk coherently, I took the receiver from his shaking hands.

“Stay where you are,” I told Marya, who also sounded hysterical. “I am sending your husband to you. We will be there in a few minutes.”

Bela was crying like a baby and saying over and over again. “It is my wife. I go to my wife!”

At first I thought I had better accompany Paskin, lest the man should faint from excitement, but I decided that this was a moment in which no strangers should intrude. Putting Paskin into a taxicab, I directed the driver to take him to Marya’s address, paid the fare, and said goodbye.

Bela Paskin’s reunion with his wife was a moment so poignant, so electric with suddenly released emotion, that afterward neither he nor Marya could recall much about it.

“I remember only that when I left the phone, I walked to the mirror like in a dream to see if maybe my hair had turned gray,” she said later. “The next thing I know, a taxi stops in front of the house, and it is my husband who comes toward me. Details I cannot remember; only this I know—that I was happy for the first time in many years.....

“Even now it is difficult to believe that it happened. We have both suffered so much; I have almost lost the capability to not be afraid. Each time my husband goes from the house, I say to myself, “Will anything happen to take him from me again?”

Her husband is confident that no horrible misfortune will ever again befall the. “Providence has brought us together,” he says simply. “It was meant to be.”

Skeptical persons will no doubt attribute the events of that memorable afternoon to mere chance. But was it chance that made Marcel Sternberger suddenly decide to visit his sick friend and hence take a subway line that he had never ridden before? Was it chance that caused the man sitting by the door of the car to rush out just as Sternberger came in? Was it chance that caused Bela Paskin to be sitting beside Sternberger, reading a Hungarian newspaper'

Paul Deutschman, Great Stories Remembered, 
edited and compiled by Joe L. Wheeler

As I read this story I had the sickening and heart-wrenching realization that the German POWs that had returned home only to become part of the Russian POW population were the ones digging the graves of the Holocaust victims.  

I am left speechless. Oh, how I wish I would get a response from Klaus Hesselbarth's family!  I wish more stories of happy reunions were available... stories of survival... stories of happiness and joy...  more stories of "happily ever after".

Never forget!  And I can only hope that history never repeats itself in this way or to this devastation again.  🕯

Shalom,

Melva



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Thursday, January 14, 2021

Pieces From The Past - Double T Block

Today's letter is a second plea for help... a follow-up of Klaus Hesselbarth's letter that was published with the The Rolling Stone Block (#13).


Jan. 18, 1948

Dear honored Mr. Schleich:

You will be surprised at receiving a letter from Germany.  I am the mother of one of the German POWs who worked for you in the Summer and Fall of 1945.  You would remember my son, he felt, since you always called him Fritz.  You were always good and kind to my son and for that I thank you with my whole heart.  

Great need makes it necessary for me to write to you today.  We were driven out of East Prussia, have lost everything and now we live in Muhlenhagen in the Russian Zone of Germany.  My son works for a farmer in the West and because of the borders between the zones, we cannot be together with him.  We would be so grateful to you if it would be possible for you to supply us with a packet of warm things.  We need everything and anything would be welcome.  Hopefully this letter reaches you.  My son has already written to you, but unfortunately received no response.  

With heartfelt regards,

Mrs. Margarete Hesselbarth

This mother's heartbreak and concern for her son is evident.  The request for "warm things" makes me wonder if she was requesting one of the CARE packages...

The first CARE Packages contained:

one pound (450 g) of beef in broth
one pound (450 g) of steak and kidneys
8 ounces (230 g) of liver loaf
8 ounces (230 g) of corned beef
12 ounces (340 g) of luncheon loaf (like Spam)
8 ounces (230 g) of bacon
two pounds (910 g) of margarine
one pound (450 g) of lard
one pound (450 g) of fruit preserves
one pound (450 g) of honey
one pound (450 g) of raisins
one pound (450 g) of chocolate
two pounds (910 g) of sugar
8 ounces (230 g) of powdered eggs
two pounds (910 g) of whole-milk powder
two pounds (910 g) of coffee

Or, was she requesting clothing, socks, scarves, gloves, hats, etc.?  She does state that they were in need of everything and anything would be welcome.

I have not given up hope of hearing from Mr. Hesselbarth's family... Remember, one of my reader's located an obituary from 2012 for him that included an address for the family.  I sent a letter to them but, sadly, have not had a response.  It is still somewhat encouraging that the letter has not been returned to me either.  Perhaps the family is still trying to determine how to respond...

So, as we await a response from them let's focus on the Double T Block.  As I researched the history of this block there is some belief that the 'T' stood for Temperance, as explained here...

A "T" For Temperance or Teetotaler?
Women's Temperance Movement: Temperance Quilt
The word "temperance" implies use in moderation and indeed those who pledged temperance could still drink wine and beer. On the other hand a "teetotaler" forswore all alcohol.  

There were stories told of the POWs making beer and wine while at Camp Trinidad.  After the discovery of the escape tunnel the American soldiers "entered the compound in full force and searched every nook and cranny."  They found stills for fermenting alcohol, a crude short-wave sending and receiving unit, a makeshift printing press with forged documents and other items that were considered illicit.

And let's not forget about the conversation that I shared with the Friendship Block when my Dad talked about his brother Leroy telling one of the guards to leave a prisoner alone stating, "I was the one who gave him that beer."


My cousin, Glenda, shared a recipe for homemade beer from her Dad.  When I showed it to Dave he was less than impressed since he and a friend made beer on a regular basis for several years.  Every step of the process took two hours and sampling and taste tests of other beer were required.  LOL!  🤣  Also, I'm not sure of the amount of malt required.  Hmmmm... 1/2 cup?  1/2 gallon?  It doesn't much matter... When I asked my cousins if they had any memory of beer making, the oldest of my cousins (Howard) stated "Yes. my dad and Bill made this type of beer. Horrible!!!!!"

Jump over to Payhip to download the free pattern now.  But before you go, tell me something...

I have some preliminary ideas for another Block of the Month/Sew Along featuring history of the Santa Fe Trail and an ancestor that made the journey multiple times in her life.  

Would you prefer a 9-block BOM?
Or 12 blocks - continuing with the familiar timing of this sew along - a new block every three weeks?

Either way I would wrap it all up by the end of the year... Leave a comment with your input.  

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Happy Piecing!

Melva


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