The prisoners of Ruhleben

The BBC has an article about World War One:

Unlike a prisoner of war camp, the five thousand captives at Ruhleben, near Berlin, Germany were not made to work, and the German guards at the camp just patrolled the perimeter. The article prompted a number of readers to get in touch with pictures, letters, and stories of family members who had passed through the camp. Here are the stories of seven prisoners of Ruhleben: 

Arthur SmythMy grandfather, Arthur Smyth, was at Ruhleben. He had been studying medicine at Heidelberg at the outbreak of the war, and apparently continued his studies at the camp. He said it offered the best education in Europe, because there were so many eminent foreign academics interned at the same time. He made little carvings in his spare time, learned to skate in the winter and played a violin, which we still have (the photo is of a Ruhleben orchestra; he is third from left on the second row from the back). He did lots of things, but I think he had mixed feelings about it; it was like being at a boarding school and then being made to stay the summer as well.
After the war, he went on to become senior registrar at Addenbrookes hospital in Cambridge, but died from cancer while he was still in his forties, shortly after World War Two. In March of 2014, I was in Germany and went and had a look at Ruhleben but, apart from a new sports stadium, there was nothing much to see, and I couldn't find a memorial.

Rachael Stainer-Hutchins, Stroud, UK 

James ChadwickIn your article you missed Ruhleben's most famous inmate: James Chadwick, who later received the 1935 Nobel Prize for Physics, after discovering the neutron. This discovery led directly to the development of the atom bomb which ended World War Two, as atom bombs depend on neutron decay.
In Germany working with Hans Geiger as a young student, he was interned at Ruhleben for the duration of World War One. He had a miserable time, in cramped and cold accommodation, but, astonishingly, he converted part of his space in the overcrowded loft into a physics lab and performed experiments on ionization. He improvised a Bunsen burner using melted butter and persuaded fellow prisoners to operate bellows. Apparently his captors were quite co-operative and supplied him with scientific equipment.

Luke Davies

William Hohenrein
There is a great story, connected with Ruhleben, that highlights how civilians were affected in World War One. I am a local historian from Hull in England, and I have carried out quite a bit of research on the Ruhleben camp, as two brothers from Hull were affected by it. They were the Hohenrein brothers, born in England to German parents. The older brother, George William Hohenrein (but always called William), was in Germany at the outbreak of World War One and was classed as a British citizen, so he was interned in Ruhleben with his teenage son, also called William. Both of them wrote letters from Ruhleben to their Hull relatives and these are in the collections of the Hull History Centre. I have read them and they are very moving at times.
Meanwhile, William's younger brother Charles ran two pork butcher's shops in Hull during the war. The shops were repeatedly threatened because, although he was a British citizen, he was seen as German. Some of the anonymous letters that he received were almost apologetic in tone. Charles changed the family name to Ross, and closed the shops, but opened one of them again towards the end of the war when the public's attitude began to change.
After the war the Hohenrein family did well on both sides of the North Sea, with Charles Ross getting into the cinema business in Hull, building the Regal, the Rex, and the Regis. But, sadly, the family was to suffer again due to their location. William's son was working as a doctor in Germany during World War Two and died in an Allied bombing raid, while, in Hull, the butcher's shop was badly damaged by German bombing.

David Smith, Shefford, Bedfordshire

A letter from William Hohenrein Jr., written from Ruhleben in March of 1915. He writes: "Father and myself are both very sorry to hear of your predicament, and the many troubles to which you are subjected… Like yourself we have also our own cross to bear and this at present bears heavily upon us." A warning letter sent to the shop in May of 1915. The writer says: "The reason I have taken such an interest in warning you is because when I was a boy your parents... were very good to me." He goes on to explain the attack will be a revenge for the sinking of the Lusitania that month.
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Arthur Gordon Ponsonby
My dad, Arthur G. Ponsonby, was at Ruhleben. He graduated from Trinity College Cambridge in the summer of 1914 and was on holiday in Germany visiting relatives when he was taken to the camp. At Ruhleben he worked in the library and devoted himself to learning languages, which equipped him for a subsequent career in the Consular Service.
He didn't harbor any lasting hostility to Germans at all. For some reason he never really talked about the camp, but he used to go to Ruhleben reunion dinners every year, and he did tell one funny story. Somebody at the camp wrote a postcard home saying: "They are keeping our noses to the grindstone," and the German censor took exception to this, saying: "We're not such monsters!", the idiom being lost on him.

Dr. John Ponsonby, Wilmslow, UK

Though written in excellent German, Arthur's postcard from Ruhleben to his sister thanks his mother for a recent parcel, although it says the chocolate and brawn was "a bit over the top". It goes on to request another parcel for the end of the month "in order to get me through the cold weather".

John William Green
John Green had reddish hair, was 6'4", and wore size 14 shoes. My great-granddad, who was known as Jack, was the skipper of a steam trawler. He was taken prisoner in the first month of World War One, on 25 August 1914, with his seventeen-year-old son (my great uncle) and other members of the crew. He recorded a lengthy account of his capture, which begins like this:
"On the 20th of August, 1914, we sailed from Grimsby on a fishing voyage, which, in ordinary circumstances, would have taken eight or nine days, but with fate or the Huns, or both, against us, this voyage turned out to be a much longer one, as we did not see Grimsby again until the 28th of November 1918."
His account focuses on the terrible conditions of the prison hulks where he began his incarceration, and the poor treatment of prisoners there: "I have seen the Germans rush in among a crowd of Poles or colored men, lashing out right and left for the most trivial offenses, and woe betide the poor fellow who was singled out for punishment. He was dragged to some place or other under the bridge, and the groans we heard were terrible, and gave us some idea of what he was going through. He would then be given two or three days in cells and a bread and water diet. The things we heard and saw on board these hulks made the blood swell in our veins, almost to bursting point, and this was the nation who were going to rule the world."
After some time, they were transferred to Ruhleben, and we know much less about how he and his men got on there. The family back home certainly suffered while he was away, but we've always looked at it fairly positively that he wasn't sent to France into the trenches.

Margaret Burgess, Holmfirth, UK

Alexander Ashwell
My grandfather, A. F. Ashwell, was interned for four years until exchanged. He travelled a great deal, managing and installing biscuit factories. He was living in München-Gladbach and the family was about to join him when war broke out. Apparently he was on a boat that had set sail from Germany but was then forced to turn back. My Uncle Arthur always said he should have tried to slip across the Dutch border. Life was very hard for my grandmother and her five children stranded in Cornwall. All their possessions were lost in München-Gladbach.
After the war, my grandfather's wanderlust continued. He went to Japan with his son Frederick and was there during the 1923 earthquake. He earned a fortune but, unfortunately for the family, spent it all.
My grandfather was opposed to the armistice. He said that granting the Germans an armistice then would lead to another war in twenty years. He did not live to see his prediction come true!

Peter James, Pwllheli, Wales

Harry Carter Walsh
My grandfather was at Ruhleben. Like a lot of the campers, he didn't like to talk about it, so we don't know how he came to be there or what it was like. But I understand he made some lifelong friends. Our family has two magazines that were produced by the prisoners at Ruhleben, and, looking at them, it's really fascinating how they created a Little Britain at the camp. Trust the Brits!
After the war, Harry Walsh became a founding partner of Coopers & Lybrand which became Price Waterhouse Cooper. He became quite wealthy; he and my grandmother had a large house in London. But most of the family fortune was disposed of down the racetrack. He was quite a character, but he died the year before I was born, so I never got to meet him.

Richard Walsh, Eastbourne, UK

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