Gurley "Gene" Eugene Barr
(1925-2013)
Barr, Woolsey, Miller, Bilderback, Lauderdale and associated families of Warrick and Spencer Counties in Indiana.
Before I present this genealogy I would like to convey that Grandpa was present for my entire life, I do not remember a time without Grandpa until after his death.
The following is what he told me about that time.
I was a young man, had never seen the world much. I grew up on a farm in Folsomville, Indiana as you know. My Mom and Dad bought a restaurant on Division Street and bought a house on Garvin St. in Evansville when I was still a young man before the war. Well, that was like moving to Chicago to me, small farm to a big ole city. We did have family in Evansville and I had lived with family in Evansville to go to school for a time.
Gurley Thomas Barr (1901-1975) and Dora Elizabeth Woolsey (1900-1976)
So there came the time when I joined the Army to serve in the War. Every man should serve their country, it was my duty to go. I went to Germany.
Blackhawk Campaign Map
Germany was when I went from being a young man to a grown man. I could not understand or believe the things that I saw there. We were so cold and there were thousands of us. I was a Blackhawk, it was a big deal to be a part of the Blackhawks, very proud. The Army took us to France, they marched us fighting across the Danube River and we were cold and our boots and socks were wet, but we kept marching and fighting. It was a mess over there the people were living in terrible conditions. Buildings, churches and homes destroyed by the bombs.
One day after we had liberated a few camps and allied forces had obliterated the Nazi forces, the people we would see leaving these camps...well, we did not know they were alive or even human for that matter. The people were just walking bones to me, I will never get the sight of them walking passed us like zombies out of my head. They had no homes to go to, no food, no clothes, did not know where their people were and all we could do at the moment was give them what we had in our packs until they brought in the trucks from the allies and American Red Cross (I think) with food and clothes.
Grandpa and I cried as he described the condition of the people he had encountered and his fear for what would happen to them without any place to go. I was also heartbroken for the young soldiers who did not know people do this to other people and could survive such horrendous conditions. Grandpa said most of us boys were just in a daze of shock not for the war and fighting, but for the people we saw, the dead and the alive, until they were finally home again.
So then, this courageous man, I called Grandpa, I had a deeper understanding of his personality and his life that I did not before.