Monday, April 27, 2020




My father’s parents emigrated from England to Rhode Island in 1911.  On September 11, 1939, my grandfather, Arnold Pritchard Sr.  wrote to his old friend Charles Parry, in Colwyn Bay, Wales.  Nazi Germany had invaded Poland on September 1; in response Britain and France declared war on Germany on September 3.  The United States remained neutral until the attack on Pearl Harbor in December 1941. 

Charles Parry was a chemist – what in the U.S. would be called a pharmacist.  Arnold Pritchard Sr. had worked as a clerk in England, and in the U.S. wound up running his own very small dry goods business. 

Below is my grandfather’s letter, and Charles Parry’s reply.  I find these interesting for a bunch of reasons – the attitudes toward world politics, the cultural literacy of people of working class origins, the personal reflections , and the somber way in which both writers look at the past and the future. 

I hope you find these interesting as well.  Let me know if you have any comments.


                                                           
North Providence, Rhode Island
            Sept 11 1939

My Dear Charles/

Once again a few words.

So the powers that be have decreed another bloody war, which is another way of saying that those that govern have again shown their inability to wisely govern.  The 1914 war was a war to end wars, this is a war for democracy.  This time the boys are out to smash hitlerism.  In other words they are out to make their own bastard of Versailles[1] behave himself or else.

No decent or even respectable people could ever tolerate gangsters of the Hitler type; but if society makes its own little criminals, and we have abundant testimony that it does, then by the same reasoning it makes the larger ones also. 

All that Hitler has done is to follow the instructions of Shylock too well. Quote

The villainy you teach me I will execute
And it shall go hard but I better the instructions.[2]

To me it seems fair to assume that had the masters of Europe shown more common honesty, real leadership and vision in handling the problems of the post war period, we would not now have had imposed upon us the brigandry and utter stupidity of the Hit’s and Musso’s. 

And now sons of fathers are marching again.

And for what!  Time alone will tell.

The book you sent “In search of England” [3] is excellent. Like oasis in a desert.

We here are all holding our own fairly well except Mrs. P who unfortunately is having her annual dose of hay fever which as you are undoubtedly aware is a hell of a proposition.

By the way Charles have they developed any remedy for this affliction in England?

We are all hoping very sincerely that that this inhuman struggle will deal with you and yours as kindly as earthly powers can contrive.  In the meantime if we can help in  any way “Ask and it shall be given unto you”.[4]  We cannot be with you in the flesh, but we are in spirit. 

And please let us have a few words from you at the earliest possible moment we are all anxious to know how you are getting along.

                                                Yours

                                                            AP        
 -------------

Colwyn Bay, North Wales


Jan 29th 1940

My dear Arnold,

I have a very valid excuse for not writing a letter but none for not sending you a card at Christmas except I ordered to be sent to you a M/C Guardian[5] Calendar.  They were out of stock.  I hope to send you the Book of excerpts from the press.published by the New Statesman[6] “Called This England with cartoons by David Lowe[7] rather amusing.  All these publications have to be sent from the office of the publisher, on a/c of Censorship (I believe). We have been exceptionally busy this Christmas due to various causes. + my chief assistant has been away ill so that is my real excuse.

Well Arnold.  I was more than glad to have your letter + card.  I note the date of the letter Sept. 11th, it was good that we know we have good friends in U.S.A who care for us personally.  We are deep in it and no one knows to what end. + where.  I feel in the “larger outlook” all these uprisings are just episodes in the gigantic changes that are taking place in the whole world today in the long view I have great hopes, but do not hope to see much even of the real beginnings in my life time which as you must know has entered on the last decade of the Biblical Formula[8].  You know what my outlook is + I am pretty sure of yours.  Personally, the war has not made a great difference to us as yet, but of course it has disorganized a lot of peoples lives + one feels in the third state again.

Last June we went to stay with my daughter Joan. at Haverfordwest in Pembroke, South Wales  We enjoyed it thoroughly.  Her husband is a district agent for the Royal. Insurance Co. + we got about a bit.  We went down by Car.  We had just bought a new indecipherable [a1] (Hillman) ten horse. quite a nice car runs well + quite big enough for us.  We got to quite a lot of Interesting places, Tenby, St Davids, Milford Avon, Fishguard, Swansea Aberystwith, Carmarthen,.  I enjoyed a night off to see farmers + horse dealers re Insurance quite interesting: Joan’s “John” is two years old and quite an interesting little fellow.  Pembroke is a lovely County.  Pembroke itself was quite interesting with its Castle.  The farmers seemed prosperous but the industrial part not.  I expect by now it will be better.

In October we went to stay with Freda at Shrewsbury – Mr. Bevan (Cliff) is travelling about.  to put “Esse” cookers right when wrong.  This is a scientific Cooker.  When once the fire is lit (anthracite) it keeps all the ovens + hot plates hot: the same principle as a vacuum flask but packed with asbestos wool to conserve the heat.  I went with him to Newport.  The suburbs of that place where the first Chartist riot[9] took place a hundred years ago.  Newport was very busy.  Thence to the Cotswold country we stayed one night in a Cotswold village very charming + untouched by the industrial changes.

Fredas “Rodger” is 3 ¼ years + quite a lad.  She has a little girl too 9 months Valerie.  so we are not likely to be lonely in our old age.  “The wife” + I are very comfy in a flat,  all electric.  We have a dandy help + plod along I am here each day by 9.30 + leave at 6.30 to 7 o’c.  Half day Wed. + Sunday duty 1 in 4.  The business keeps us in a remarkable way + is very interesting on the whole.  One gets fed up sometimes.  I wish every one could have as a good a time as we have in a quiet way.  I think they could with a bit of clear thinking + less greed.

Re the “hayfever” I don’t know of anything new.  New things come up but are soon found to be more or less toothless.  I suggest, Sniffing, ½ teaspoonful of Borax, ½ teaspoon of Com(indecipherable) Salt in a pint of warm water.  Sniff as much as poss up each nostril.  Another is.

(deleted some more comments on hay fever treatment).

Mrs. Pritchard may find the foregoing useful.  Also there are Adrenaline preparations these should be used with great care –

“Now. Arnold I think it was 1911 when we had that farewell visit to the Gaiety Repertory Theatre, Miss Horniman’s[10] venture.  The play was G.B.S [11]“Widowers’ Houses.”  How much water has flowed under the Bridges since then.  Shall we see each other in the flesh again?  How I would like to see you all.  + how remote it seems now.

“I should be glad to know what business “A.P. + Sons” are engaged in now. + how are you all faring.  Again thanks for your kind words and also the thought for us in this wicked world.

Mrs. Parry joins me in love + best wishes to you all.

CP



[1] An expression of the common view that the rise of Hitler was due to the harsh terms imposed on Germany by the Treaty of Versailles at the end of the First World War. 
[2] A slightly altered quote from Shakespeare’s The Merchant of Venice, Act III, Scene 1
[3] 1927 Book by the journalist and travel writer Henry V. Morton (1892-1979).
[4] A quote from Mathew 7:7 or Luke 11:9.
[5] Presumably the Manchester Guardian, well known newspaper.
[6] Left of Center weekly magazine, founded in 1913 by the Fabian Socialists Sidney and Beatrice Webb.
[7] David Low (no “e” at the end) (1891-1963), very well-known political cartoonist, a ferocious critic of Hitler and other dictators, inventor of “Colonel Blimp”,.
[8] i.e., Charles Parry was past sixty years old.  The “Biblical Formula” is based on Psalm 90:10, “The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away”. (King James Version).
[9] The Chartists were a major reform movement in Britain in the 1830’s and 1840’s.  In 1839 Newport was the scene of a pitched battle between a Chartist crowd and British troops, in which about 22 members of the crowd were killed. 
[10] The Gaiety Theatre in Manchester, owned and managed by Annie Horniman from 1908 to 1917, was a major force in the development of regional theatre in England, with a major emphasis on reaching the working class.  See http://www.bbc.co.uk/manchester/content/articles/2008/10/22/221008_annie_horniman_feature.shtml, accessed April 27, 2020. . 
[11] George Bernard Shaw, (1856-1950) very well known dramatist and writer. “Widowers Houses” premiered in 1892.

 [a1]Might be “Mini”

Tuesday, December 10, 2019

Here I go again, resolving to do better about posting with some frequency.

About a month ago I told the story based on my father's WWII letters at the Senior Center in East Windsor, Connecticut.  There were only about a dozen people in the audience, but they were very engaged and we had a good discussion afterwards. 

One of the audience members was a lady who said she was ninety-four years old.  She began reminiscing about the day Pearl Harbor was bombed, when she would have been sixteen. She spoke about what a shock it was, mentioned specific things, then said "And all the girls who had boyfriends ran off to be with them". 

Pearl Harbor was bombed on a Sunday.  Far fewer workplaces would have been open than would be today, and schools would have been closed.  I had never thought of this, but what could be more natural than for a young woman's first thought to be "Oh my God they are going to grab my boyfriend for the armed forces and send him God knows where and God knows what will happen to him."  Just the kind of unexpected human touch you get when you start hearing about big historical events from ordinary people who lived through them - whether you hear by talking to them or by reading what they wrote.

Wednesday, January 30, 2019




On March 30 I will be offering a workshop at Sharing the Fire, the annual New England Storytelling Conference, which is one of the great events of the storytelling year.  The workshop will cover the use of historical primary sources in storytelling.   Below is a somewhat expanded version of a blurb which I wrote for the conference outreach efforts.  

For full information about Sharing the Fire see https://www.nestorytelling.org/  This year it will be held in Plymouth, Massachusetts.

 Last Veterans’ day our church’s congregation was invited to bring in mementos of our own or family members ‘military service, to display during coffee hour.   I brought in several items, including the telegram which my father’s parents received when he was wounded in 1944. 

I was chatting with a fellow parishioner when our friend Helen approached, looking distressed.  Helen is kind, caring, a wonderful mother to two young daughters, and a quiet part of the salt of the earth.  

“Is that really how your grandparents found out?”  She asked.  I allowed that it was. 

“That’s awful! Helen exclaimed.  “”Seriously wounded!”  They didn’t say what happened!”  

I knew what she meant.  The telegram, in its entirety reads as follows: 

REGRET TO INFORM YOU YOUR SON WAS SERIOUSLY WOUNDED IN ACTION 22 AUGUST IN FRANCE.  UNTIL NEW ADDRESS IS RECEIVED ADDRESS MAIL FOR HIM QUOTE: FIRST LT. ANTON A. PRITCHARD S.N. (HOSPITALIZED) CENTRAL POSTAL DIRECTORY A.P.O. 640 C/O POSTMASTER, NEW YORK, NEW YORK.  UNQUOTE.  YOU WILL BE ADVISED AS REPORTS OF CONDITION ARE RECEIVED.

                                                                                                J.A. ULIO
                                                                                                ADJUTANT GENERAL

(“S.N.” means serial number, “A.P.O. means Army Post Office. )

The telegram is laconic, almost totally devoid of feeling, and leaves out what the recipient would most want to know.  Yet in its clumsy way it opens up a window into a very human reality.  Helen and I talked about it a bit – imagining the confusion of parents receiving such a message, and noting the problems of large organizations producing masses of standardized documents which cannot take much account of the feelings of those who receive them. 

Helen is not a history buff, but this telegram grabbed her.  A close look at a tiny incident in one of history’s enormous disasters enabled her to imagine what it must have been like – and it became a human story rather than a textbook abstraction.

That is what primary sources do.   They help us reconstruct what it might be like to be someone else, in different circumstances and with different perspectives.  Reading a textbook is like flying over a landscape at thirty thousand feet – you can see a lot of things, but none very closely.  A primary source can bring you into the streets, the homes, the woods, and the people who inhabit them.  And once you get to know those people a bit, you may begin to see what’s so interesting in the landscape around them.  We will explore this at Sharing the Fire 2019, in a workshop entitled “Can these Bones Live?: Creating Stories from History’s Primary Sources”.  Hope to see some of you there.   

Tuesday, March 20, 2018


I have been off this blog practically forever, which is not good.  I am trying to turn over a new leaf here!

I will be offering a workshop next month at the Connecticut Storytelling Festival on the use of primary sources to craft historical stories.  I think I will begin by asking people to compare four accounts that I have of the incident in which my father was wounded on August 22, 1944 (ironically, 47 years to the day before he died) and discuss how to craft a story from them.   After the Festival I will post about how it went. For now, I will post the first account, the telegram which his parents got from the Army

Here is the text of the Telegram:; yes, it is all capital letters. 


RECEIVED AT GILSON’S CENTERDALE PHARMACY – AGENTS.

AKA134         CHECK 56

GOVERNMENT WASHINGTON D.C.      SEPTEMBER 8 3:38 P.M.

ARNOLD A. PRITCHARD
36 WELLESLEY AVENUE
NORTH PROVIDENCE, R.I.

REGRET TO INFORM YOU YOUR SON WAS SERIOUSLY WOUNDED IN ACTION 22 AUGUST IN FRANCE.  UNTIL NEW ADDRESS IS RECEIVED ADDRESS MAIL FOR HIM QUOTE: FIRST LT. ANTON A. PRITCHARD S.N. [1]  (HOSPITALIZED) CENTRAL POSTAL DIRECTORY A.P.O.[2]. 640 C/O POSTMASTER, NEW YORK, NEW YORK.  UNQUOTE.  YOU WILL BE ADVISED AS REPORTS OF CONDITION ARE RECEIVED.

                                                                        J.A. ULIO
                                                                        ADJUTANT GENERAL


[1] Serial number
[2] Army Post Office


And here are some questions: 


What facts do you learn from the telegram? What dictates the selection of facts?
What does the Telegram leave out that would be vital to any story?
What do you learn that is not explicitly stated in the Telegram - not just about simple facts, but about the world of 1944?
Do you imagine yourself in anyone's place as you read the telegram?
Does this remarkably dry and factual document produce any emotions/feelings in you?  Why?

Incidentally, to learn about the CT Storytelling Festival, see

http://www.connstorycenter.org/festival.htm


Thanks for your attention!



Wednesday, July 10, 2013

First Post on "This Business of FIghting"


Hello Dear Reader.  If this is your first time on this blog, welcome!  I suggest you start out at the "First Timers Start Here" page, then explore this and any other pages that take your fancy.

I expect much of what I post here will be excerpts from my father's letters. I'll start with one he wrote to his parents from England on D-Day, June 6, 1944.  He hasn't been in any combat yet but he is clearly thinking about the issues.


                                                                                                        England
                                                                                                        June 6, 1944
Dear Mom and Pop: -

I’m pretty God-damn fed-up, - and kinda tired too, so I’m just going to say “hello”, - and good night.


That’s a pretty auspicious date, - that one up in the right hand corner, - “D-day”!  We were out on an RSOP[1] (in the field) this morning when an old duffer walked thru the field we were occupying to tell us that the invasion had begun.  Excitement ran high for a little while, but it’s beginning to taper off a little now.  The British seem to be taking it well in their stride, and to all outward appearance the day might be a normal week-day, - uneventful and just chilly enough for comment.  The usually great air activity has increased, of course, and for hours at a time the sky will be filled with the drone of planes.  I got up for reveille this morning to the full-throated roar of the 4 motored jobs going out with their load, and a guard passed the comment that they’d been roaring over since three in the morning.  It’s a great day, - but oddly quite unexciting to me, - I’m afraid I can’t get too happy about it all.

I can’t discuss our part in the thing, of course, - when I anticipate it might be, that is.  But I can say that I’m quite undisturbed about it, - and as yet have only one death to die, - even if it comes to that! (I’m not being grim, - just want to try to acquaint you with my feelings.  Not a Helluva lot of sense in beating round the bush is there?)  If we get into it, I shall undoubtedly be scared half to death for a while, but I’m quite confident of an ability to overcome that!

So, trust me, have some faith in me, don’t worry unnecessarily, (you’ll do some of that I know, regardless of my pleadings to the contrary) and lay in a Helluva big supply of rye!


G’night,


Anton


I’ll try to write a decent letter this weekend.  I suspect that mail is being or has been, delayed somewhat, so have patience?

A.


The only package I’ve received to date is the one with the two boxes of chocolates in it.


Can you start another on the way, - candy, gum, Lifesavers etc. etc.?


[1] “Reconnaissance, Selection, and Occupation of Position”.  The term appears to still be in use in today’s military; see http://www.globalsecurity.org/military/library/policy/army/accp/ad0717/index.html