Gram's War Story

My grandfather was a woodchopper in Italy. Gram sat me by her knee and told me how they had to bury school uniforms and linens in the woods near their log cabin to prevent the German soldiers passing through from stealing them. The cabin was later seized by the Germans and they were made to move on and placed in a rooming house, in a room shared by another family.

Nothing came easy. There were eleven mouths to feed including my grandparents.  There would have been fourteen but three of the children died very young -  twin boys aged eighteen months and a girl of 4. Food was very scarce and they often had to do without or with very little.  Grandad had to find whatever work he could since he could no longer chop trees for a living.  And it was not secure work.

 Eventually, they were moved on again. Many times their home was fired upon by the Germans if a light was left on past curfew. My uncle is lucky to be alive. One night a bullet barely missed him.

I don' t know that I could have survived such tragedy and hardship. But I know that they did and I would not be here today without their amazing strength of character.

The legacy of age is being able to look back and know that you can pass it on.
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1 Response Aug 9, 2010

and you should be forever grateful that you and your family didn't have to suffer just to get by.
remember this story and pass it on to your kids and theirs kids....
never forget where you came from. never-ever.