Cleansing Grandpa's Name
How A Family Man Ended Up Fighting For The Enemy
My father came to Australia shortly after WWII as a ten year old boy with his mother, stepfather and siblings. They were determined to leave behind all the horrors lived and start a new life. Especially the shame grandpa had brought upon his family by fighting for the Germans. As he grew older my father started wondering why his father, whom he remembered as a kind and loving dad, had suddenly left his family during the war and ended up siding with the enemy. His mother passed away without clearing anything up for him. She simply refused to talk about it. Last Christmas I decided to go find the whole story myself to set my father's mind at ease. Dutch Ancestry Coach dived into the WWII records for us and what they found was amazing...
The first scan they run through the archives revealed that grandpa had been arrested after the war for treason. A trial was held and he was stripped of his citizenship. This seemed to confirm what little we knew. The interesting thing was that all the papers concerning the trial had been preserved. Due to privacy laws permission to study the records had to be requested at the Dutch National Archives. Luckily permission was granted and our genealogist spent a couple of days studying the papers. This research revealed quite another story.
Until the winter of 1944 grandpa had worked as a labourer at a local factory in Rotterdam to provide a meager income for his wife and four children. The papers revealed that the marriage was not a happy one. Then, all of a sudden he was laid off. With no income, and the winter drawing near he was desperate to find something to feed and cloth his family. But at the time jobs had become a scarce commodity in the big cities as had everything else: food, clothing and fuel. After searching for weeks he heard that the German army was hiring people to repair the army's bikes. He applied reluctantly and got the job. He was not proud to work for the Germans but at least it put some food on the table.
Then, in the Spring of 1945, everything changed suddenly. Every man working at the bike shop was required to go on a "training camp" in Groningen. He who refused would be fired. And so grandpa went. At Groningen he was fitted with a uniform and trained in basic military skills for a week. Expecting to return to the bike shop after this week grandpa complied. But he never returned there. After the training ended he was put on a train and sent off to the front at Arnhem. And before he knew what happened he lay in the mud at the wrong side of the river shooting at the men he had so desperately wanted to welcome to free his country.
Once he realised his awful position, he deserted and walked home. He was hidden by his family but eventually captured by the Germans and sent to the prisoner camp of Vught. He managed to escape on transport and went home again. In the mean time the allied forces had won and the Netherlands were free. Within a week grandpa was arrested by the Dutch for treason and imprisoned. He spent a year and a half in a prisoner camp waiting for his trial. In the mean time his wife filed for divorce, remarried and went to Australia with the children.
Grandpa was trialed, and punished with removal of his citizenship. He kept on pleading his case, however, and eventually his rights were fully restored. He remarried a Jewish woman with whom he had a daughter. He led a peaceful life until his death.
My father was so happy to finally hear the whole story. To finally know that his father was not a bad man of twisted ideology who had sided with the Germans, but simply a desperate father trying to feed his family and make the best of trying times.
* Names and some details have been altered to protect our clients' privacy