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Several years ago I was in Prague staying with a friend who lives there.. He invited me for a trip out to a place called Terezin . It is a walled town, and was used for imprisonment in both World Wars .. the Nazis used it in the 2nd War to house Jews, dissidents and Resistance fighters.. Many died of sickness and disease in the terrible and overcrowded situations, many were shot or killed , and thousands took the journey from here to the Extermination sites..

I went to the Museum , a simple place that deeply affected me, with it’s children art  and photograhs and accounts of the horrors that took place here and in other places …  A remarkable matter is that the Jews being held here established their own council to make representations and deal with matters of concern , but also many of the very gifted captives used their talent in artistically creative ways 


O Terezin

You place of sin

Of death and degradation

Holding place

For terror camps

For Jewish execution

“ The Final Solution

Of the Jewish Question”

Young and old

Side by side

Unaware of genocide

Children leapfrog



Into fratricide

O Terezin

Fortress camp

Served as Jewish ghetto



For mass extermination

Demonic torment

Brutal treatment

Dignity repressed

O Terezin

Your famine

Your death

Disease and excrement

The torture

And the nakedness


Screams and cries

Squeezed like cattle

Sent to die

‘Sie wurden in den Transport eingereicht…’

Began the note

To those whose plight

Would be a one-way

Train to Auswitz


O Terezin

You living Hell

Your Machiavellian posturing

The charade the lies

The twisting of the knife

To cover the Evil of your ways



You could not


The spirit of your captives

Who snubbed their noses

At your evil and depravity

And broke out into song and dance..

As their last chance at freedom

And of life ….

With poignant levity

The people made their puppet shows

Their vaudeville

Their operas

Their concerts and their pantomimes

While poets uttered rhymes …

Most touchingly the children drew

Their chilling record

Of your crimes

Their gifted plays

Their satire of your ways


And in the end 

The Final Solution

Had its own


O Terezin 

You could not win              


john nuttall May 2018

Grandma and the boys

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In my Christian walk , my God is a God of honour .. Father honours the Son , Son honours the Father etc.. and in our Christian walk , we have many ways to honour those around us , reflecting God's character..

In these days of criticism and judgmentalism , I wanted to write in honour of my darling wife , and the special lady she is - part of which is being an amazing grandma to our growing clan of grandchildren !

I hope there are people around the world who can recognise those deserving of these words .. including Grandmas themselves !!!

What would you like to do today boys ?

A question often asked 

By grandma in high expectation 

Of vivid imaginations 

And her being put to the task


A pirate with a treasure map

A formula one racing track

A vehicle rescue by T and T motors

A medieval battle between two opposing forces

Or can it be we make a cake 

Or simply have a pyjama day….

A visit to the garden 

With tadpoles, veg and plants

Or draw , or paint 

Stick and glue

Do some arts and crafts 


So grandma being grandma 

Sets about the tasks in hand 

With boxes, paints, material 

Bits of odds and ends 

A rolled up piece of paper 

With a treasure map is made 

And placed into the oven 

To make it look decayed 

The blanket is the sand

The box a hidden treasure 

The palm tree marks the spot

The task goes on forever




Meanwhile grandad sits with eye patch 

And creates a little song 

To fit the theme , create the mood 

As each of us sings along 


         I'm a pirate 

         I sail the seven seas 

         I'm a pirate 

         A pirate’s life for me 

         I’m a pirate 

         Ooh aghr ooh aghr ooh eeh

         Help me find the treasure 

         Or I'll kill thee !! 

         Ah harrgh


‘Hello T and T motors here .. how can we help ?

Right…so… that’s a lambourghini on the M62 ?

Its a flat tyre…. yes.. .ok 

We’ll pop along to see what we can do.......


So a piece of hose , an old shower head 

And a decorated box 

Became a phone , a tyre inflator 

A petrol pump , a drill ,and a car wash 

To serve broken or crashed vehicles in a waiting queue

As T and T Motors came to the rescue

On little cars that hurtled around 

Operating their business from grandma’s lounge


Then change the scene into a racing track

A black and white chequered table cloth

Becomes the race’s starting flag

With a count down from 10 to nought

Then bursting out onto the race course 

While Grandad sings like Elvis :


  You do the racing car shuffle

 Racing car shuffle

 Riding found the track 

 Racing round the track with me


All in all we had lots and lots of creative fun

Making things out of nothing 

And Grandma always called upon

With many happy hours to fill

To show her ingenuity

Resourcefulness and skill

These times will never be forgotten 

As special to our growing days

And grandma can we just say 

' You’ re wonderful, gifted,

Loving, caring, tireless: 

And never cease to amaze '