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- From: fr@compu.com (Fred Rump from home)
- Newsgroups: soc.roots
- Subject: Re: Pest house & Typhus
- Message-ID: <1993Jan22.175723.21875@compu.com>
- Date: 22 Jan 93 17:57:23 GMT
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- lincoln@rand.org (Tom Lincoln) writes:
-
- >Typhus is an unlikely candidate. It is most characteristically a disease of
- >filth, rats and wartime combined and was common in WW I and II among
- >devistated groups. It was also common in the gettos and the Germans
- >feared it.
-
- Well, perhaps I'm the only person on the net who actually had and survived
- this disease.
-
- After the war, in Berlin, things were a bit of a mess to say the least. I was
- there. There was no food or shelter and as children we made do like the
- little urchins one sees in the movies. We climbed into the basement of the
- Russians and stole briquets of coal, we searched thru their garbage for
- edible things, we ate weeds and lugged the feet of animals to wherever we
- lived at the moment. Mom would cook a cow's hoof and make soup out of it for
- a week or more. My mother would often be gone searching the countryside for
- food what we used to call 'hammstern' - that is trade something of value for
- another piece and take it away just like a hamster would. She may return with
- a pound of flour which we then made flour soup out of. Strangely enough there
- was always water to be had somewhere. I used to hate lugging a bucket of water
- but did my share of it.
-
- Anyway, as an eight year old I had to grow up fast and be the man of the
- house. I was malnourished to skin and bones. Only my stomach was huge from
- all the soup I guess. It makes me sad to see the kids in Somalia but I was
- there already. And then I got deadly sick.
-
- As mothers tend to get frantic when their children are about to die, mine
- searched for a doctor like a madwoman. No one really cared. She found a
- Russian clinic somewhere in Berlin. I think it was a military hospital of
- some kind but I don't really remember any of this. My mother told me.
-
- Apparently she begged whoever she could find to come to take a look at me
- wherever I was. Fat chance of that. But one Russian doctor said to bring me
- there and he would take a look at me. Since I was too weak to walk my mother
- and aunt undertook the trek taking turns carrying me.
-
- The doctor said I had 'Typhus' which I now understand to be typhoid fever.
-
- While all this stuff sounds a bit melodramatic, even to me, what my mom said
- happened was that the doctor, a Russian soldier, gave me a direct blood
- transfusion from himself and saved my life. I've no idea why the blood
- transfusion, maybe some nourishment and other care really did the job.
- Anyway, since I was living the life of a cat, I still had a few spares and
- used up one of them. Actually, by that time, I already had cashed in at least
- two. More were to come.
-
- History is always lived by real people. We need to dig up history to know a
- little about our ancestors and our own past. None of this should be simply a
- bunch of dates if we are to take genealogy as a serious hobby.
-
- Fred
-
- PS One of the main reasons for my interest in writing a family history is
- really an attempt of gratitude to my beloved mother who sacrificed so much for
- her children. The only way I know how to pay her back is to write it all
- down.
-
-
-
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