END OF THE LINE

You might think of the phrase end of the line as reaching a conclusion or the final outcome; or in situations where one might also say that you have run out of road and can go no further – both clear references to when a road / bus route / railway line has reached its endpoint. In the case of the painting by John Meyer, which we will look at in more detail below, the phrase – the title of his painting – focuses on trains in the Anglo-Boer War in South Africa.

Given the vast territory that needed to be covered, it became clear to the British early on in the war that the railways in South Africa would prove to be a valuable for transporting large numbers of troops across the country. Bear in mind always that the Boers generally fought on horseback. It is thus no surprise that the Boers used the derailment of trains as a tactic to prevent the advance of the British army. They damaged the railway lines where they could and destroyed trains and bridges with dynamite. This was the most effective way of breaking the British lines of communication as well as interrupting the conveyance of British troops and food.

Many of my readers are likely to be familiar with the story of Winston Churchill being captured by Boers on the 15th November 1899 after the armoured train he was travelling on was derailed by Boer forces who placed obstructions on the track and then opened fire. He was a journalist working for the Morning Post at the time. Two of the trucks were derailed near Chieveley and it is recorded that Churchill assisted with the clearing of the line, after which he was captured along with 74 British soldiers.

Such attacks meant that the British military had to find ways of making the quickest possible temporary repairs to the damaged railway lines so that they could be re-opened with the least possible delay. Lord Roberts was so determined to safeguard the railways that, on 16th June 1900, he issued a proclamation to the effect that the farm nearest to the scene of any attempt to damage the line or to wreck a train was to be burnt. In a form of additional retaliation, all farms within a radius of ten miles were to be completely cleared of all their stock and supplies. Blockhouses were also erected at key points to protect railway stations, bridges, and railway lines from destructive raids by the Boer forces. This blockhouse on the Geelbek River near Laingsburg is an example, as is the railway bridge it is protecting.

By late 1900, the nature of attacks against British trains had become increasingly sophisticated and were well executed. This led to the British equipping themselves with armoured trains, some of which were built as far away as in Bulawayo, in the then Southern Rhodesia. Armoured trains were the first self-propelled land war machines, paving the way for the later use of wheeled and tracked military vehicles.

Picture acknowledgement: https://www.keymilitary.com/article/ironclads-across-veld

This photograph helps you to identify the circumstance depicted in John Meyer’s painting: End of the line.

While we see British soldiers jumping off the train under the threat of their lives, our eyes are drawn to the two Boers defending themselves against what is clearly an overwhelming majority. In some way, I feel the painting epitomises the enormous might of Britain with superior numbers, arms and ammunition against the Boers who fought with what they had and had to make do – even when they ran out of simple things such as nails for the horseshoes. The painting depicts the sharp contrast between these two forces. Even the hats they wear show this.

For a fascinating account of the railways during the Anglo-Boer War, you might enjoy reading https://wmbr.org.za/wp-content/uploads/The-Pretoria-Pietersburg-railway-line-during-the-South-African-War.pdf

There is also an interesting account of attacks on railways during the Anglo-Boer War at http://samilitaryhistory.org/vol151im.html and at https://www.keymilitary.com/article/ironclads-across-veld

 

BOOK REVIEW: THE DRESSMAKERS OF AUSCHWITZ

One of the most remarkable books I have read recently is Lucy Adlington’s The Dressmakers of Auschwitz: the true story of the women who sewed to survive. It covers a relatively unknown aspect of the Second World War that needs to be told.

For most informed people, the name Auschwitz is synonymous with the horrors of what we have learned about the Holocaust and, over time, we have become familiar with the narration of the mass deportation of Jews to camps, such as Auschwitz, where they were exterminated in their tens of thousands – largely through the use of gas chambers, although many were shot or literally worked to death – barely living anyway on the inadequate food they were provided with.

Some of you may recall watching the film Schindler’s List, which portrayed so well the prevailing callous attitude of camp guards who quickly learned to regard the inmates as ‘subhuman’, thus rendering it easier to subject them to widespread humiliation and blatant cruelty. According to Adlington, so horrendous were the conditions in the camps that of those who were not deliberately killed, relatively few survived. Of those who did, not many were initially willing to share their experiences after the war. Even those who were, experienced their circumstances being regarded as so incredulous that their listeners found them difficult to believe or to absorb as being real – that is until Adolf Eichmann, one of the most prominent architects of Holocaust logistics, was forcibly brought to trial in the 1960s.

Lucy Adlington’s book is a meticulously researched and very well expressed history of a group of mainly Jewish women who, having suffered all the deprivations of Auschwitz, initially survived their ordeal through the use of their sewing skills. These women became dress designers, cutters and seamstresses who produced sought-after garments in a fashion salon known as the Upper Tailoring Studio in Auschwitz. In the book she makes the point that “the Nazis understood the power of clothes” and observes that “uniforms are a classic example of using clothing to reinforce pride and identity”. The shapeless and ill-fitting striped camp uniforms synonymous with Nazi concentration camps were, however, designed to achieve the opposite by stripping the inmates of their dignity and individuality, and to reinforce their perceived ‘lack of humanity’ as far as their captors were concerned.

Adlington’s research shows that Nazi economic and racial policies were aimed to profit from the clothing industry by using the proceeds of plunder to help fund their military hostilities. And plunder they did! In Auschwitz alone there were large warehouses known as Kanada filled with artworks, jewellery, shoes, fabrics, furniture and other household goods taken from Jewish homes and businesses, as well as from the luggage brought in by each batch of new arrivals in the camps. She notes, for example, that Goering’s residences were crammed with Jewish acquisitions such as art and luxury goods.

According to the author, “Elite Nazi women also valued clothing” and revelled in being able to wear bespoke high-end fashion garments throughout the war. She mentions that Magda Goebbels, a devotee of good style, had few qualms about wearing Jewish-made high fashion clothing. She is reputed to have lamented the closure of a Jewish salon after Kristallnacht, noting that “What a nuisance that Kohnen is closing … we all know that when the Jews go, so will the elegance from Berlin.” Emmy Goering was also apparently happy to wear plundered luxury clothing, claiming no knowledge of their origin.

Against this background, Hedwig Höss, wife of the camp commandant of Auschwitz, was not going to let the war get in the way of her determination to indulge in her love of luxury and so it was she who established the dressmaking workshop, the Upper Tailoring Studio, which was conveniently situated as she and other SS families lived in luxurious conditions just outside Auschwitz – the studio was thus on their doorstep as it were.

The book focuses on the twenty-five seamstresses who worked there for up to twelve hours a shift, both day and night. While the majority of them were Jewish, their number also included some non-Jewish communists from Occupied France, who had been incarcerated because of their resistance to the Nazis. The youngest seamstress was only fourteen. The rest were in their late teens and early twenties, who regarded the women in their mid-thirties as being ‘ancient’!

The women of the Upper Tailoring Studio worked in a basement room where, Adlington writes, “This group of resilient, enslaved women designed, cut, stitched and embellished for Frau Höss and other SS wives, creating beautiful garments for the very people who despised them as subversives and subhuman; the wives of men actively committed to destroying all Jews and all political enemies of the Nazi regime. For the dressmakers in the Auschwitz salon, sewing was a defence against gas chambers and ovens.” When one of the workers was called away never to return, their kapo [a prisoner placed in charge of other prisoners], Marta Fuchs, who had once run her own successful salon in Bratislava, would arrange a replacement from among other female prisoners whom she knew could sew. In this way someone else was provided with an opportunity to sew for her life.

The Upper Tailoring Studio was so successful, and the garments produced there so desirable, that commissions were received from as far away as Berlin. Orders from the Auschwitz SS women received priority, however, and any order from Hedwig Höss naturally took precedence. Far-flung orders might have to wait for up to six months to be filled.

As there were not enough beds in the basement dormitory, the women slept in shifts according to whether they were working during the day or night. The beds consisted of straw-filled mattresses covered by a single sheet and a blanket. Their food consisted of ersatz tea or coffee, turnip soup, as well as bread with margarine and sausage. Along with all other prisoners, they suffered from symptoms of long-term malnutrition.

It is through Lucy Adlington’s meticulous research that we get to know a handful of these women whose backgrounds she was able to flesh out from diaries, letters, photographs and interviews. Readers get a glimpse of them as ordinary human beings with families and ambitions before they had been reduced to numbers. All of them had been seamstresses of one kind or another before the war.

By the summer of 1942, Jews were being transported directly to Auschwitz for extermination. Before being drafted into the Upper Tailoring Studio, some of the seamstresses had been among those tasked with expanding the Birkenau sub-camp, which Himmler had decreed would hold 200 000 prisoners. Others had worked in the Kanada warehouses which were situated in the main camp of Auschwitz and are where clothes, suitcases, bags and bundles removed from the new camp arrivals were sorted into various categories by prisoners working day and night shifts “because the transports kept coming and the luggage kept piling up.” Such was the abundance of goods available in Kanada that Marta Fuchs could choose from a selection of textiles, clothing and sewing notions in order to satisfy the needs of the ‘clients’ of the Upper Tailoring Studio. There was neither need for stock control nor payment. In any case, Adlington notes, the SS “helped themselves to anything and everything in the plunder warehouses of Auschwitz.”

Garment fittings were supervised by an SS guard and at noon on Saturdays the men would collect their wives’ orders. As the author emphasises, “These were men whose names were synonymous with violence, tyranny and mass murder.”

On Wednesday 17th January 1945, the dressmakers were informed it was their last day of work. Through their connections with prisoners working in Kanada, they were able to organise underwear, shoes and coats in addition to the striped prison jackets issued by the SS. They were mustered along with 30 000 others the following day to leave on foot towards an unknown destination. The group kept together as best they could, with some managing to escape from the marching columns while the rest continued to Löslau. Not all survived. Others from the group escaped by train while the rest, “to the accompaniment of shrieks, beatings and shootings” were loaded onto open coal wagons, 180 women to a wagon, headed for Ravensbrück.

There, camp police with rubber truncheons “hit out at the wild surge of starving women” desperate to reach the inadequate vats of soup when they arrived at 3 a.m. Some of the remaining dressmakers were later sent by passenger train to Malchow, one of Ravenbrück’s satellites, where before long they and other inmates were reduced to eating grass as they laboured with the timber commandos in the forest. Red Cross trucks arrived bearing food parcels for the prisoners in April 1945 – “the SS stole the lot.”

By then the Russians, British and Americans were converging on the area. When Berlin surrendered on 2nd May 1945, the prisoners were simply abandoned by their SS guards. Although the surviving seamstresses endured harrowing journeys towards freedom and eventually settled in different parts of the world, they mostly remained in touch. As the author says, “Each dressmaker found her own way to resist both SS suppressors and the general grinding down of their humanity. They ultimately became part of a hub of international friendships that defied racism, antisemitism and political affiliations.”

Lucy Adlington visited the last surviving dressmaker of this group, Berta Kohút, who was 98 at the time and living in California. She wanted to hear her story and describes her as a “small resilient woman [who] has faced deprivation, deportation, starvation, humiliation, brutality and bereavement.” She died of Covid-related complications shortly before her hundredth birthday.

A BUTTON WAS LOST

A button was lost near Bathurst in the Eastern Cape. Not any old button, but a rounded brass button that had once shone brilliantly on the tunic of a soldier. How it was lost will remain a mystery. So many things go missing when armed forces are constantly on the move during a war: buttons, buckles, stirrups, cap badges and so on.

Over a hundred and twenty years later the button was found by Theo van der Walt, who has developed an eye for such treasures from the past.

He looked closely at the embossed design on the button and made out the figure of a horseman and the number five. Could it have come from the Light Dragoons, he speculated, and turned to members of the Eastern Cape branch of the South African Military History Society for assistance in identifying the origin of the button, made from gilded brass.

Everyone loves a mystery.

True to form, within twenty minutes the Chairman had matched the emblem to a cap badge and sent a link to a Wikipedia article that suggested a connection with the Royal Northumberland Fusiliers. What a promising lead!

Meanwhile, others were taking an even closer look at the photograph posted on the WhatsApp group. Was the clearly visible VOOAN a significant abbreviation, Nick Cowley wondered? After all, some units were called ‘Victoria’s Own’, but they usually had the word ‘Queen’ in front. Further research was required.

About four hours later, Nick reported that VOOAN is the word for the Irish province of Munster. Had this mounted soldier been part of a unit from Munster that had served in the area during one of the Frontier Wars?

Interest had been piqued and the collective search continued.

The following day brought to light that the 5th Regiment of Foot’s regimental badge pointed to the horseman on the button being St. George slaying the dragon. It is interesting to note that the regiment of the Northumberland Fusiliers was permitted to use the legendary figure of St George killing a dragon in uniform regulations dating back as far as 1747.

Three hours later, the mystery had been solved: the button had indeed come from a member of the 5th Royal Northumberland Fusiliers. The letters VOOAN had been an interesting red herring that was netted and put to rest with the discovery that the Latin motto of this regiment is QUO FATA VOCANT (Wherever the Fates call). The second O was actually a C and the letters (viewed only from the photograph) were clearly a part of that motto – the other letters were not easily decipherable. The button has a raised moulded band in the shape of a garter, bearing this motto. These buttons are described on eBay as ‘rare’.

The 5th Royal Northumberland Fusiliers had been involved in the Anglo-Boer War (1899-1901). This infantry unit was raised in 1674 and subsequently served in many British Army campaigns during its long history. While there might not have been much military action in this area during that war, a British concentration camp had been set up in nearby Port Alfred.

Note: Photographs supplied by Theo van der Walt.

INTERESTING FINDS IN THE GREAT FISH RIVER RESERVE

The roads in the Great Fish River Reserve in the Eastern Cape are generally not in good shape and so a high clearance vehicle is recommended. The vegetation here is typical of the thickets one encounters in natural areas here.

The reserve is close enough for us to visit it for a day. This time we were intent on visiting the rapidly disappearing ruins of Fort Willshire – a brief history of which you can see on this plaque.

Each time we come here the walls are more difficult to find as the whole area has become very overgrown as the veld has had two centuries in which to reclaim its own.

Weathering has taken its toll of the lettering on the few gravestones seen in the area. These are now enclosed with a wire fence to protect them from the animals – but not the rampant growth of grass and bushes. One that is still readable is a stone erected in memory of eighteen year-old Matthew Stanworth, “Late Private Soldier who was unhumanely murdered by […] February 24th 1825 …”

The pictures in WordPress Reader are usually larger, so you may wish to have a closer look at this one there. Apart from some of the pretty flowers which I featured earlier, I also spotted a harvester ant carrying away a leaf.

Several dung beetles were busy taking advantage of a fresh pile of dung. This is one of many rolling a ball of dung through grass and over rocks.