In a previous newsletter, I mentioned that Marek was designing and building a display that features my father, 2nd Lt. Robert Kurtz, utilizing various artifacts that I have donated to his museum over the past few years, including its latest addition, which was my dad’s service uniform. I am thrilled to tell you the display is now complete. Marek tells me that between 15,000 and 20,000 people visit his museum every year. I am very proud to honor my father’s legacy in this way.
As an aside, a few years ago, I spoke with my cousin who remembers visiting our home in White Plains, NY, when my dad was still living. Although my mom told me that my dad never spoke of the war or his time as a POW, he did tell my cousin one thing when asked what it was like to be a prisoner of war. My father said that it was his job was to fill up his pockets with sand that had been excavated from one of the tunnels the men continued to dig, even after Harry had been discovered. He would slowly let the sand filter out of the pockets from his pants as he walked around the camp’s grounds.
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