A Research Guide for Students by I Lee

Autobiography of Carl Kaas

A Member of the Dutch Underground in World War II

Chapter 80. Sunshine Again

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In our unit, we had a real adventurer. He was 35 years old and had for four years served in the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP). He could sure speak English so he was one of the translators, a very interesting person. He drove around on a one-cylinder Harley Davidson, only one I ever saw.

Also with us was a previous officer of the State Police and in charge was Lt. Huygen, who became a great friend. He wanted to make the army his career, but there was no army yet, so for the time being, we would be his army, he could order us around.

White Jaap, who was my contact and buddy during the underground days, had fallen in love and got married. His ambition was to go to the Dutch East Indies. We saw less and less of each other and he finally disappeared.

The Second World War did not come to an end with the defeat of Germany, the Japs kept on fighting, so the allies concentrated all their efforts to the east. Dutchmen were asked to join the expeditionary forces. Tim Rutten, classmate in grade school, signed up and was shipped to England for training. I went for a physical too to find out if I was still alive. The check up showed I had a bad case of heart burn, probably because of lack of necessary vitamins or something in that line. I figured I had seen enough misery and I thought I could make a contribution to help the country get back on its feet by serving here as long as was necessary.

One day, a fellow came over to us. He said he had a package (secret documents) to deliver, he was Jaapie (real name). He came from our headquarters and needed a chauffeur. He said we could get a small truck from the fire department. Sure I would take him. The Lt. said, "Go ahead". Off we went with the little red wagon, across country, looking and more looking. Jaapie said, we might as well see the rest of the country too. I agreed, but we were gonna run out of gas pretty soon. Oh well, we'd better fill up at a fire department.

"Okay, go ahead, you do the talking." And in the meantime, I held on to the secret documents. And so we went to Rotterdam first. We wheeled in for some gas. The chief was kind of leery, us from Civil Defence with a fire truck, and no gasoline? But Jaapie kept on explaining it was top secret. I kept my hand inside my top jacket and let a piece of paper stick out, and we were in a big hurry, no time for an army unit, blah, blah, blah. During the conversation, I had to turn around. I had a hard time keeping a straight face.

In the end, we did get a tank full of gas. This was the way Jaapie went about his business. From then on, we went to several events and always got in without paying.

Jaapie found an old camera, which did not work, put a strap on it and hung it around his neck. Then he had a card with PRESS printed on it, now we were ready to go.

We would come to the entrance gate, he introduced me as a reporter and himself as the official photographer. It worked all the time.

Yes, it was sunshine again. Everywhere, people were smiling. The sunshine came back after five years. The difference in attitude and mood from 1940 when we took a trip around after the invasion and now ... I would say, then it was sombre, now it was jubilant.

Related resources:

Netherlands Liberated Google image from http://www.legermuseum.nl/sites/legermuseum.nl/contents/i001541/2.%20rennende,%20feestende%20mensen%20bevrijdingsdag%20high%20res.jpg
Netherlands Liberated
Photo from Legermuseum (Army Museum)
Lunch for Dutch children at school Google image from http://www.trumanlibrary.org/photographs/61-173-18.jpg
The power of a school lunch
at a Dutch school, circa 1945

Boxes for Katje 
Boxes for Katje [Hardcover] Candace Fleming (Author), Stacey Dressen-McQueen (Illustrator)
Boxes for Katje
by Candace Fleming
illustrated by Stacey Dressen-McQueen

About Boxes for Katje. Best Children's Book of the Year: Simple seeds of friendship grow into something extraordinary.

"After World War II there is little left in Katje's town of Olst in Holland. Her family, like most Dutch families, must patch their old worn clothing and go without everyday things like soap and milk. Then one spring morning when the tulips bloom "thick and bright," Postman Kleinhoonte pedals his bicycle down Katje's street to deliver a mysterious box - a box from America! Full of soap, socks, and chocolate, the box has been sent by Rosie, an American girl from Mayfield, Indiana. Her package is part of a goodwill effort to help the people of Europe. What's inside so delights Katje that she sends off a letter of thanks - beginning an exchange that swells with so many surprises that the girls, as well as their townspeople, will never be the same. This inspiring story, with strikingly original art, is based on the author's mother's childhood and will show young readers that they, too, can make a difference."

Lending a Hand in Holland - Post War Relief. Contributed by DevizesPeaceGroup. People in story by Joan Hewitt. Location of story: Netherlands. "On first landing at 9am we were surrounded by a joyful hubbub of expatriates, some of them reunited with family and friends after war time separations . . . After about four and a half hours a little firemen's truck without a back, arrived for us and a Dutch officer, going in the same direction. Eventually after a very rough and uncomfortable ride over the potholed roads, we arrived at Slijk-Ewijk where the rest of the team were based. We found that, in the team of nine, there were six British, two Dutch and a Dane . . .

A Dutch member of the team with brochitis came to stay in the hospital . . . Her fiance, a student, had been in the Resistance Movement and could never go out by day for fear of the Gestapo. 'The students looked terrible' she said,' like old men'. Her father was one of those forging ration books for submergers, at great risk to himself. One day they heard that some of his friends had been arrested. They feared that one of them might be forced to give him away but not one of them did . . .

During the occupation, sometimes defiance of German orders brought the death sentence. For lesser infringements there were punishments. One group of men were ordered after some misdemeanour, to walk to and fro along the dyke above the river for hours. They did as they were commanded having previously filled their pockets with wallflower seeds which they discreetly sowed. The following spring a blaze of orange, the national colour of Holland adorned the bank' . . .

Some years later I read the remarkable experiences in a concentration camp of Corrie Ten Boom in her book 'The Hiding Place' . . . When talking to us she urged us not only to forgive the Germans, but also the Dutch Quislings who collaborated with the Nazis. They were being sent to prison and our young helper in the kitchen, a cheerful hardworking girl, had been taken on because her father was a Quisling and she found it hard to find a job . . .

The church organisation running the Mother and Baby Home . . . had enough vegetables and to spare and was prepared to give us some. Farmers agreed that we might pick up some fallen apples, so one morning three or four of us set off in the old army ambulance, stacked with empty boxes. On the way home in the evening when halted at the Dutch customs post at the frontier, our boxes were full of vegetables and apples and the only authority we had for carrying goods into Germany was a letter from the church organisation saying the things were a gift for needy Germans. It bore a big, clear rubber stamp. The customs officer waved us on with a friendly smile."

Holland after WW2, Nederland na de oorlog. YouTube video, 8:42 min. "Right after WW2 reconstruction of the devastated country was uppermost in the minds of the Dutch. The roads are still rather empty. There was still rationing."

Fifty Years of My Life (1939 - 1990): A Memoir by Jeff R. Noordermeer, 1945 - 1957. After the war. "We had survived the German Nazi agony but the damage they had done would remind us about this war for many years to come. Places in the open fields and wooded areas that were once an arsenal of war equipment had been our daily playground. Now the only reminders were the empty fox-holes and trenches, empty shells from small artillery which were set up in those trenches, tents, wooden boxes and empty gasoline cans. Still those leftovers from the war were very useful to many townspeople . . .

There were still so many things around to remind us for days to come that the Americans had been our liberators. The color of some of the children was different. Some had very dark skin . . . Whenever those children walked on the street with their white mothers they would always get a lot of attention . . .

When the Germans retreated from Holland they totally destroyed the Dutch industry. Many dikes in the lowlands were blown-up and flooded all of the land. It took the Dutch people many years under the Marshall-Plan to rebuild their industry."

Hitler's bunker before he died image from http://lifehacklane.com/rare-photos-you-ve-likely-never-seen-before
Hitler's bunker before he died
Google image from lifehacklane.com

Hitler's last day: New documentary pieces together the final hours of the Nazi leader by Adrian Lee, Express, Jan 21, 2016.

Death of Adolf Hitler from Wikipedia.

Dutch annexation of German territory after World War II from Wikipedia. "At the end of World War II, plans were made in the Netherlands to annex German territory as compensation for the damages caused by the war. In October 1945, the Dutch state asked Germany for 25 billion guilders in reparations, but in February 1945 it had already been established at the Yalta Conference that reparations would not be given in monetary form. The plan which was worked out in most detail was the one made by Frits Bakker-Schut, and hence became known as the Bakker-Schut Plan . . .

The plan was largely dropped after U.S. dismissal of it. Eventually, an area of a total size of 69 km2 was allocated to the Netherlands. Almost all of this was returned to West Germany in 1963 after Germany paid the Netherlands 280 million German marks.

Many Germans living in the Netherlands were however declared 'enemy subjects' after World War II ended and put into an internment camp in an operation called Black Tulip. A total of 3,691 Germans were ultimately deported."

History of Netherlands: World War II and After. "In 1945, after the war in Europe, the government returned and the laborious process of rebuilding was begun. The Netherlands received more than $100,000,000 in aid under the European Recovery Program. The Netherlands was a charter member of the United Nations . . .

An economic boom followed the postwar rebuilding phase, and under various socialist governments a highly developed social-welfare system was established."

Rebuilding the world after the second world war by Margaret MacMillan, The Guardian. "As many as 60 million dead, great cities reduced to rubble, families torn apart ... The second world war caused unprecedented hardship, but it also accelerated change . . .

At the end of the first world war it had been possible to contemplate going back to business as usual. However, 1945 was different, so different that it has been called Year Zero. The capacity for destruction had been so much greater than in the earlier war that much of Europe and Asia lay in ruins. And this time civilians had been the target as much as the military. The figures are hard to grasp: as many as 60 million dead, 25 million of them Soviet. A new word, genocide, entered the language to deal with the murder of 6 million of Europe's Jews by the Nazis.

In Germany, it has been estimated, 70% of housing had gone and, in the Soviet Union, 1,700 towns and 70,000 villages. Factories and workshops were in ruins, fields, forests and vineyards ripped to pieces. Millions of acres in north China were flooded after the Japanese destroyed the dykes. Many Europeans were surviving on less than 1,000 calories per day; in the Netherlands they were eating tulip bulbs."

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