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More from our Village of Spencers Wood by the Spencers Wood Local History Group – a review by Karen Elliott of Lambs Lane School
I was delighted to have been asked to review this book by the Spencers Wood Local History Group. Having taught at Lambs Lane Primary School for the past 13 years I have got to know the village and its families very well so it was a real pleasure to look at the many photographs and read so much about its history.
The fourteen chapters, written by different members of the group, range in topics from the earliest known history of the village to the opening of Oakbank School in 2012 with chapters on the Natural Environment and various building, institutions and communities in between. The book is full of maps, quotes, memories and information about the village, but for me it is the huge number of photographs that make it a fascinating read. With the many ‘then’ and ‘now’ pictures it gives a real insight into how things have changed and continue to change in the area. In particular, I have started to look at the older houses in a completely different way – imagining the families that used to live in them and how their lives were different to the families that live in them today!Loddon Reach
The members of the Group have clearly done a huge amount of research and each chapter is well referenced for anyone wanting to do further work. It is easy to ‘dip into’ for anything of particular interest whilst also being a good read which is very well illustrated. I thoroughly enjoyed the book and would recommend it to anyone who not only has an interest in local history but in the village of Spencers Wood with its many characters, buildings and institutions that have made it the village it is today.
Spencers Wood Local History Group was pleased to receive this review about their latest book amongst other comments such as the professional presentation of the book. Some people have been seen walking around The Square clutching the book and admiring the brickwork, not once but twice! Apparently, the lending of the library’s copy has been popular. Others have given us further information and names. Thank you everyone for your comments. Our website will have more feedback with more information as people respond to the book.
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We recently received this letter from the daughter of an Italian who was held as a POW at Stanbury – it makes lovely and moving reading. Maria has allowed us to share her father’s memories. ________________________________________________________
When I was young I studied ancient history, Greek and Latin (I am gradueted in Ancient History and only later I studied Medieval, Modern, Contemporary History ), and I was not even interested in contemporary history; so I did not ask my father about his prisony and he would not remember this unhappy time of his life, and when I had finally intended to ask him some questions, he was already dead.
I share with you the only photo I have from England (I suppose, but I am not sure, that the place is Stambury House German Camp n. 135 in Spencers Wood but before this, my father lived also in Camp n. 88 Mortimer ,Berkshire), all other photos I have come from India. The photo represents a group of prisoners and their “leader” (my father told us about his “boss”??he was a famous soccer player, but I am not sure he is the same man who smoke in the photo, he could be another prisoner) my father is the fifth man on the left in the line of sitting prisoners.
Also I send to you two picture of the exercise book, because my father studied English during the captivity in India and Great Britain but he never used this language for working in postwar time in Italy. In time of peace, he only spoke English with his daughters and wanted us to learn English (when me and my sisters made mistakes he used to call us: “Donkeys”!!) and when he was in love with my mother, my mother tell me he told her love’s words in English.
I send also a photo of a letter mailed from Stambury House Camp Spencers Wood and one of the music scores he brought from Great Britain in Italy: he played guitar and violin during his captivity, we have in our house the hand made violin he produced in India with teak wood. He loved English music and dances.
My grandfather Giuseppe, Pio’s father, was born in 1890, in 1905 he was a young socialist and in 1915 served as a soldier in First World War, then in 1921 he joined Italian Communist Party. During the Mussolini’s dictatorship he and his family were persecuted by fascism; when the dictatorship ended, in 1943, Giuseppe cooperated with partisans to lead through Gotic Line some English soldiers, who were prisoners of war escaped from captivity after 8 september 1943. Like him, some inhabitants in San Michele, my little village, gave shelter to English soldiers, escaped from Emilia Romagna detention camps. His son, Otello, Pio’s brother, sadly, was captured in march 1944 when he was a partisan by Nazi army and interned in a German camp in Germany, and was saved by Allied Army and when he returned in Italy in 1946 he spoke English language very well.
My father Pio was not a fascist but when English government asked italian POWS to cooperate, my father decided not to be a cooperator, due to his sense of honour and observance for Geneva Convention on POWs, I think.
The victories over the Italians by British forces during the initial stages of the north African campaign in late 1940 – early 1941 surprised english military commanders: the major consequence was in fact capture of 133,000 Italian prisoner of War.
Egypt was far from secure so general Wavell called a desperate appeal to evacuate Italian POW.India risponded.
My father surrended to a New Zealand soldier in Libia, in Bardia’s siege, in january 1941; he and his friends prisoners walked through the desert to Alessandria. In Alessandria they paraded on uncovered freight wagons before boarding to India. Churchill was concerned about the propaganda value of making the Italian white prisoners parade through the streets of Cairo, Alessandria and Bombay, although he also indicated that every care should of course be taken to prevent their being insulted by the population. My father and other prisoner paraded between egyptians but the local crowd insulted them and threw stones towards them.
By ship the prisoners arrived in Bombay, where my father lived in camp N. 5, then they were transferred in another POW camp in Bangalore. The first months of prisony in India were heavy. But time after time the prisoner’s life became better. Years later the POWs were brought in England to compensate for the lack of manpower. Initially in camp n. 88 Mortimer, then in n.135 Stambury House Spencers Wood.
Pio’s mother and father didn’t understand, while they were risking their life helping English soldiers prisoners of war (Northern Italy was occupied by Nazi army, my country was a partisan zone and Nazi made massacres of civil people in some villages), why their son did not collaborate with English people in England: English soldiers were dying to make Italy free.
My grandmother Anna got scared when the first letter from Spencers Wood arrived from Berkshire because on the letter adress she read “German Camp”. My father wrote to her that he had not become a Nazi or a Fascist and that he was not in danger, he was in good conditions.
My father understood that English people were suffering in time of war. He did not worked in industries but he helped working in road maintenance or other works. He admired English technical and scientific knowledges.
He brought to Italy some little scientifical tools and some english books and he was sorry because he left in England a large Bible with images he had never seen in Italian Bibles.
Year after year in his letters he told his mother Anna that “he was almost accustomed to prisoner’s life” (six years!!), and after his return, he told that he had hoped, after Cassibile armistice (1943), to return in Italy and fight for his country against Nazi and Fascist army but it had not been possible.
He was born in 31.12. 1920,when he left his town San Michele in 1939 for military service he was a young guy you see in passport photo; Mussolini declared war in june 1940 and my father went by train from Boves (Piemonte) to Neaples where shipped to Libia. When he returned from Great Britain to Italy in August 1946 his father Giuseppe, who was waiting for his son’s arrive in Modena Station, did not recognize him among the passengers, he thought his son would not arrive and he went away. They recognized themselves only when they arrived in Sassuolo.
The war declared by fascist regime and wanted by a huge part of italians people had destroyed his youth and changed forever his life.
I have about one hundred letters from Boves and Neaples in Italy, Bardia in Libia, Bombay e Bangalore in India and from England camp n. 88 Mortimer and from camp N. 135 Stanbury House Spencers Wood. My grandmother Anna gave them to me, before dying.
I am copying them down because I would like to publish them.
I am very grateful that you have mailed to me your village history book and that Great Britain have provided safety for my father in time of war. If he were alive he would be happy of this and be grateful.
I allow you to publish to members of history group and in other way you believe this letter I write, as you want.
Maria Antonia Bertoni, Maria Cristina Bertoni (my sister), Nora Bondioli Bertoni (my mother)
Prisoners of war and their captors in World War II, edited by Bob Moore and Kent Fedorowich, Berg, Oxford*Washington DC, 1996
Lucio Sponza, Divided Loyalties Italians in Britain during the Second World War, Peter Lang,Bern, 2000
Agostino Bistarelli, La storia del ritorno. I reduci italiani del secondo dopoguerra, Bollati Boringhieri, Torino, 2007.
Isabella Insolvibile, WOPS I prigionieri italiani in Gran Bretagna (1941-1946) Edizioni Scientifiche Italiane,Napoli, 2012
And now : More from Our Village of Spencers Wood, Spencer Wood Local History Group, TJ International Ltd, Padstow, Cornwall, 2016.