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Jacob Hendryx

Goodreads Author

Born

in Adelaide, Australia

Genre

Historical Fiction, Biography, History

Member Since

January 2021

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By the time I reached my mid-twenties, I could have offered little conversation on the topic of World War II. I knew the main characters and who won, but had no idea of the events and motivations leading to the twentieth century’s most significant turning point and the fallout that followed. Whether from teenage ignorance of anything surrounding history as a topic, or a curriculum focused on local Australian settlement – probably both – a story that has fascinated me for the last few years nearly went undiscovered.

I grew up close to my German grandparents. The term ‘favourite grandson’ was often thrown around – which might have had something to do with my being their only grandson. I even lived with them for a year after leaving home to st By the time I reached my mid-twenties, I could have offered little conversation on the topic of World War II. I knew the main characters and who won, but had no idea of the events and motivations leading to the twentieth century’s most significant turning point and the fallout that followed. Whether from teenage ignorance of anything surrounding history as a topic, or a curriculum focused on local Australian settlement – probably both – a story that has fascinated me for the last few years nearly went undiscovered.

I grew up close to my German grandparents. The term ‘favourite grandson’ was often thrown around – which might have had something to do with my being their only grandson. I even lived with them for a year after leaving home to study in Adelaide. I knew they had both grown up around the time of the war, that she was a nurse, he had been a soldier. Yet when the topic arose, neither would give it much time. It was a subject they preferred not to talk about.

Several years later, now living on the other side of the country, I planned my first trip to Germany. I began reading more about the war; I wanted some perspective on the sights I would see. After some extensive digging, I located the little town my grandmother had grown up in, which had since changed names. It was just across the Czech border between Berlin and Prague, nestled into the Sudetes mountains. I planned to brave the harsh winter and drive out there to see what I could find.

Returning home, I showed her photos of a small chapel, one of very few buildings that remained. Immediately she began to recount stories of her childhood eighty years earlier, in vivid detail I’d never heard before then. Stories of growing up in the town that used to surround that chapel during a time when rising political tensions in the region were almost invisible, as seen through the eyes of an innocent eight year old girl. I furiously scribbled down notes, and it was these stories that formed the first chapter of this book.

The chapter was sent to a friend, who helped edit and proofread it before I printed it as a gift for the next time I visited. Clearly delighted to read her own stories told back to her, and giving a few corrections here and there, she then began to recount the stories that followed in the same extraordinary detail. Another chapter would be created, edited, gifted to her on my next visit – a repeating cycle.

‘Can you tell me what happened next?’ was the catalyst to many conversations over a couple of years that formed a story which had previously gone untold. One of thousands of stories grandparents around the world might still be holding onto today, keeping them to themselves until somebody is ready to listen. ...more