Undernourished boys carrying all their luggage in a paper parcel.
Dutch refugee children crowd to look over the side of the ship as it berths, upon arrival in Britain, at Tilbury docks.
A Dutch school teacher leads a group of refugee children away from the ship upon which they have just arrived. They have berthed at Tilbury Docks in Essex, and will be taken to a rest centre, before onward transport to a hostel.
At a rest centre in Tilbury, a newly-arrived Dutch refugee has her knee dressed by her teacher. According to the original caption, she bruised her knee whilst on board the ship.
A small Dutch boy smiles for the camera upon arrival at Tilbury in Essex. He is carrying a small paper parcel under his arm, which contains all his luggage. He, and the other children all have labels pinned to their coats which bear their names, home address and destination.
Upon arrival at Tilbury docks, a group of young Dutch refugee children wait on the quayside. Some of the children look quite worried. The original caption states that the smallest boy in the photograph is 7-year-old Fritsje, and he is one of the youngest of the refugees.
View of the festivities as Dutch children sit at rows of tables to enjoy a feast in the evening before they leave Warmsworth Camp.
The Dutch principal, leaders and English staff have saved all kinds of delicacies for this meal so that the children would have something to remember
At a rest centre in Tilbury, a group of Dutch refugee children enjoy a second breakfast. Two boys are holding up a large flag which has the name of their village on it: Breda.
Young Dutch boys at play in their dormitory just before bed time at Warmsworth Camp, near Doncaster, Yorkshire. Some of the boys have shinned up the central poles of the Nissen hut in which they are staying.
Excited Dutch children with kitbags and wearing labels wait for a coach.
The children had been in England for two months. They were leaving the camp, after a day of celebrations, to live as guests in the homes of private families.
I didn't think this needed clarification but just in case; I used the original IWM description of the photos, so even though they were called refugees then they're technically not refugees in the modern sense.
They were on a temporary visit to recuperate from war & famine.
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That photo, taken by Frank M. Hohenberger, shows a lovely old lady somewhere in Brown County USA, before the 40s.
This is a mugshot of Cianciulli in the 40s, who BTW also turned the bodies into "crunchy tea cakes" she then ate & shared with others...
The serial killer Leonarda Cianciulli interviewed by Professor Saporito, Pozzuoli, Italy.
And here the lady making soap in (probably) the 1920s/1930s.
Yes, according to this website she is a soap maker; abigaildoll.com/art/hohenberge…
Everybody who thought she was Cianciulli say sorry to her.
It is presented by the late Terry Jones, who of course was part of Monty Python but later became a wonderful writer and documentary maker.
I love Terry, not just because of the way he presents but also because he reminds me a lot of my dad.
This episode is about the history of cities, how people adapted to living in them and what we can learn from our ancestors.
A few highlights;
I love hearing about how we have skyscrapers today and then having them compared to the centuries old towers of Italy and Yemen.
I'm getting a lot of questions about these photos, so here's what I've found;
The photos show Евгений Степанович Кобытев (Evgeny Stepanovich Kobytev) and yes, it's the same man in both photos and yes, before and after his experiences during WW2.
But there's more.
Thread;
Kobytev was an artist, writer and teacher, when the Nazis invaded the Soviet Union he became a private gunner of the 821st artillery regiment.
Wounded in battle he became a POW in the Khorol concentration camp where 90.000 POWs and civilians, often Jews, were murdered.
Danylo Lavrentiyovych Shumuk described the German POW camp as a 'pit of death with prisoners dying like flies from hunger, exposure and epidemics.'
Ode to the humble washhandje (little wash hand, aka washing mitt).
This is the setup in my bedroom, it shows an early 20th century washing set, lampetkan as we cloggies call it and it's how most people washed every day for centuries.
It's a bowl, ewer and containers for soap etc
The ewer would be filled with water and in the morning you'd pour the water in the bowl and wash yourself with it.
From experience I can tell you that starting your day in the winter by breaking the thin layer of ice on the water to then wash yourself with it is quite something!
Before you get worried, I've only used the washstand a few times for historical experimental reasons and when I lived in a house with no running water for a few days.
My farm now has a fancy bathroom with bath, shower and two sinks, two!
Flashy, I know!
On this day in 1945 a brave Danish Dutch diplomat drove his car into a Japanese concentration camp and saved my grandmothers and thus my life.
A thread.
It is August 15th 1945, my grandmother and her daughter (2 years old) are prisoners in Japanese concentration camp Lampersari.
When the Japanese invaded the Dutch Indies families were separated, men and women in separate camps, the situation there was atrocious.
Not enough food, terrible treatment and lots of abuse.
Not as bad as in most Nazi camps, but still inhumane and horrific.
You may have seen the film 'Empire of the Sun', made in 1987 by Steven Spielberg with Christian Bale.
Although not without its flaws it still has a few familiar scenes to the situation my family was in.
'Paradise Road' is a film with a similar theme you may have scene.
Did you know Hitler was attacked in London in May 1933?!!
Well technically... it is the max model of him from Madame Tussauds that someone threw red paint at. ;)
I assume they put that sign on him as well, not Madame Tussauds.
Addendum; the photo shows the statue being taken to Marylebone Police court as evidence against the attackers; three men and a girl.
More pictures, but we don't know the names of the vandals yet, so we can't buy them or their descendants a drink.