In early April, 1945, all my dad and other US troops had was chicken soup with very few noodles, in tin cups. But they helped these survivors of Ohrdruf, and Buchenwald drink as much as they could. These dying human beings said “Thank you” in English. Some had learned to say it just for this moment… almost all would be dead in hours… and they were Thankful! Think about that this Thanksgiving Day.
Daily Archives: November 8, 2016
The Last Priddy
I am the last person in my branch of the family.
Whether I die last, or my sibling, our family ends. Yes… I feel horrible about that. But there is nothing I can do to change it. I am a proud, direct descendant of a yeoman on the HMS Victory at Trafalgar. If you study English history, you know about Pride’s Purge. Yup… I am a direct descendant of him. The Prides, and the Priddys merged long ago. I even have the official Pride shaving mug.
And, I am a Macdonald. Look it up.
Mt grandfather fought for the US (he was an English citizen) in World War 1. My father, in World War 2.
My father was at Ohrdruf on April 7, 1945, and Buchenwald a few days later, to help with humanitarian needs.
I heard many stories from WW2… some were not so pleasant.
OMG…I just remembered something my father told me… giving soup to prisoners who had no chance of living, and they would say “Thank you” in English, and smile. Mere skeleton and skin, and they were thankful. I was 10 when I first heard the whole story.
and it is making me cry now…
Ramblings of an Agoraphobe 