I grew up with six brothers. That’s how I learned to dance – waiting for the bathroom.” Bob Hope. brainyquote.com

I grew up with six brothers. That’s how I learned to dance – waiting for the bathroom.”  Bob Hope. brainyquote.com

Thanks for the memories

You know Bob Hope is a great comedian, a great human being. as I look back, always finishes his show with, Thanks for the memories.  it reminds me, that’s the only important thing that we have in life as, we get older, is our memories. So, from time to time I like to share memories, of very special people, that I met when I was a tour bus driver in Washington DC for 45 years

I had read a biography about Adolf Hitler, by John Tolan. I wanted to know why someone could hate people so much to be able to kill so many men, women and children

Some of my questions and answers was dumped right in my lap. I was assigned a job shuttling Holocaust victim from the Holiday inn at 1501 Rhode Island Ave., Northwest D>C> to Maryland, for there reunion there were hundreds and hundreds of buses going back and forth to many hotels and motels

It took about 30 minutes for a bus to be loaded.

 I had a married couple sitting off to my right, in a front row seat. I started asking questions, about the Holocaust, they were only too glad to share their incredible experiences with me. they were senior, they held hands and when one would to talks, the other pay total attention to what his or her spouse was saying.

 they only survive death, because they were used, as slave laborers, to help build escapes routs for tanks to get over ditches.

Hitler’s army had been beaten in Leningrad.

they explained, at night they be marched to a school. They would have to sleep on their sides, one person’s back to the next person’s front. their guards had every classroom, hallway, rest room filled. seven people couldn’t be squeeze in. They were taken outside and they did not come back!

If you had to go to the bathroom, in the middle of the night, you went outside and you did not come back, horrible!

I asked about the death camps, they said the big camps, like Dachau, were the better ones. you might only get potatoes soup, a crust of bread, but you got it on time. if you were in a smaller camp and the commandant got drunk. you might not eat for one or two days.

 I looked at my new friends. I thought surely if one died, the other would not be far away.

 They enrich my life by sharing their story with me.

Ron mcginley

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