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Post by Storm on Jun 1, 2011 6:16:21 GMT -5
Have to confess I have always had a vibe that I got on very well with the guy.
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Post by gumby on Jun 1, 2011 19:37:55 GMT -5
Yes I think that Goebbles fit in well with the Nazi agenda, always following protocol, executing the directives of the high command. He was a quiet and reserved man, that makes me wonder about his private thoughts and aspirations within the Nazi regimen.
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Post by Laurasia on Jun 5, 2011 10:51:29 GMT -5
Finally two people admit that they don't recall festering bad feelings about Propaganda Minister Goebbels! LOL! I mean let's face it, some people had to like the guy or else he wouldn't have lasted as long as he did.  Sincerely, Laurasia |
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Post by Laurasia on Jun 5, 2011 11:06:21 GMT -5
LMAO! Okay I swear not to disclose your deep, dark secret Inhaltslos, SS3. ;D
Sincerely,
Laurasia
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Post by gumby on Jun 7, 2011 9:08:43 GMT -5
His cold icy stare is what always got me when I was in Frankfurt at the ralley. I think that he may have been a difficult person to get to know. I am wondering about his childhood, I think I will research that.
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Post by Laurasia on Jun 8, 2011 14:15:21 GMT -5
You know, Gumby, that may have very well been why I haven't met many people who actually liked Goebbels. It's like he was constantly "on", constantly in "work mode"...you know what I mean? Almost like a robot who didn't really have a life outside of running his mouth for the Party.
Sincerely,
Laurasia
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Post by Miss Bothmann on Jun 11, 2011 20:33:48 GMT -5
I remember that Anna had a deep respect for Goebbles..at first. Then, especially towards the end of the war, ann of his propaganda public-persona bull really started to wear on her nerves. When you are running into air raid shelters every day, you are NOT winning the war, and it is definitly not "far" from the borders of Germany.  |
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Post by gumby on Jun 16, 2011 19:19:11 GMT -5
Yes I agree, Laurasia, he was certainly on "auto mode", robotic as you say. This makes me wonder if the man had natural emotions. I just remembered that I still need to do some research into his childhood, perhaps there are some answers there that can shed some light on his personaliy or lack of. Miss Bothmann, I know how you felt, many young people were drawn in by his message. You are not alone on the "nerves" thing either, I remember that towards the end of the war, most of the people I knew were doubtful of the message, we knew that it was a deception. And by this time, Goebbles himself was beginning to fade back into the woodwork.
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Post by eiszeit on Jun 16, 2011 23:57:31 GMT -5
I just remembered that I still need to do some research into his childhood, perhaps there are some answers there that can shed some light on his personaliy or lack of. If it helps (and you probably looked this up before, so I'm probably just repeating what you know XD), I know that Goebbels didn't exactly have the best childhood... That's where he got his limp (either from polio or some such other infection... I forget exactly what it was), and children being as cruel as they can be, they mocked him for it. He wanted to be the exact opposite of what he was (5'0''-5'1'', limp in one leg, one leg shorter than the other, face like a rat), but of course, this couldn't happen. So, he made up for it in intellectual pursuits. I will say this for him: he was quite smart, knew his stuff, and went after whatever he wanted with verve and passion. But he was spiteful, full of venom otherwise. The language I used for this post probably gave it away, but... I don't like Goebbels. XD |
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Post by gumby on Jun 18, 2011 1:11:42 GMT -5
Thanks eiszeit for the information on Goebbels, I had not done any research yet, so what you say confirms my speculation about his bad childhood. I think that he did not get along with people, may have acted a part, always wanting to fit in. That seems to be pretty much the way his life played out. Sort of very sad in a way.
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Post by gumby on Aug 23, 2011 0:02:16 GMT -5
I had a dream that I just remembered today, for some reason I remembered this dream when I woke up last night. It was a restless night. I dreamed about the end of the war, I am in the city, and there are armies in the streets, there is a fight, but the soldiers in the grey uniforms retreat from the city. The occupation army is moving into our city, many tanks and army trucks are everywhere, men shouting, shooting. Thick black smoke rises from many sections of the city. I fear for my life, people are shot and killed in the street and in their homes. I have been taken captive and I'm being held in the back of an army truck. The truck I'm in moves in a long caravan of the trucks through the city. The trucks stop in a central neighborhood, and the soldiers go into the houses and I hear women screaming inside as their men are shot. I cover my ears hoping that it will stop. Large cannon are brought into the street, and soldiers fire the cannon at targets on the other side of the city, killing the last of the brave men defending our city. Somehow the war turns everything a sickly shade of gray, smoke chokes the once beautiful landscape. Now we fight for our survival. I fight for my sanity.
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Post by Laurasia on Aug 23, 2011 12:53:23 GMT -5
Hi Gumby. Wow what a dream! Definitely not one that you hope to have again assume. Please remember to ground yourself after have such unsettling dreams.  Sincerely, Laurasia |
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Post by gumby on Aug 23, 2011 23:23:21 GMT -5
Yes Laurasia it was a very intense dream and it is terrible that I've relived this time, but I feel that I am ready to learn about what happened, I have the desire to know, so this is why I think that my subconsciouss is allowing me to see what happened. I think that there was also an industrial area of the city that was hit by mortar fire, everything getting destroyed that was of any military nature. And there I am, a young woman, having been taken captive from my own home by enemy soldiers, and from the back of that army truck I see it all - the final fall of Stuttgart. Five years of struggle in this war and its hell, and now the occupation forces ( French regiments ) force their way into our city and they come to take their revenge.
I know what happened after this from a dream that I had about 5 years ago. The army trucks left the city. We were not far from Stuttgart, as the soldiers set up positions outside the city. Later that day the trucks stopped near a wooded area and the soldiers got out and were talking among themselves, smoking. These soldiers had dark skin, probably French - African troops. I saw an opportunity to escape, so I got up and jumped down from the back of the truck and ran as fast as I could into a boulder-strewn ravine. The men began to shout angrily in a language that I did not understand then one of the soldiers shot at me. I ducked behind a boulder, then I ran for the woods which were nearby. As I ran through the woods, I noticed a house straight ahead in a clearing. I ran up to this house.
There was a balcony that encircled it, and I ran up the stairs to this balcony. I pounded on the door and screamed for help, but nobody came. I opened the door and ran inside. Once inside I could hear the soldiers' footsteps on the stairs. I ran into several of the rooms seeking a place to hide. I finally ran into a small room that was an entryway from the balcony, and I slammed the door shut and stood there with my heart pounding, out of breath. I could hear the voices of the soldiers in the adjoining room. The door knob turned and the door began to slowly swing open.
I must have passed out, as I don't remember what happened until I woke up and saw hundreds of tents. The tents were lined up in an open field, along a gravel lane. This is where I was taken after I tried to flee from the soldiers. I was not the only girl taken here, there were others. I understand that many women and girls were taken to the subway in Stuttgart, but others were taken to the camps.
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Post by Laurasia on Aug 25, 2011 14:43:59 GMT -5
Hi Gumby. Wow. Thank you for adding the subsequent events from your previous dream to this as well. It makes the picture more complete.  So was it a POW camp that you were taken to after trying to escape into the cabin, then? Sincerely, Laurasia |
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Post by gumby on Aug 25, 2011 19:46:46 GMT -5
Oh no, not a POW camp Laurasia. It was an army camp, set up on the outskirts of Stuttgart by the French regiments that had driven into Württemberg from the West. I think that the troops were being stationed there to secure the area, while other troops moved on to take other towns to the East. From what I remember in my dreams, this camp was there for only about a week. It was abandoned suddenly. I know this because I woke up one morning, it was raining, and all the soldiers were gone. They left a few tents for the girls that they had taken as captives. Odd that they would do that considering the abuse they put us through, but that's the way I remember it. It was so surreal to wake up to the sound of rain on the roof of the tent, so quiet that it was almost scary. I was so accustomed to constant noise of the rowdy army camp, the sounds of war: gunfire, fights, drunken maylays. It took awhile to sink in that I was free. I went with the other girls and we walked a long way until we came to a farm house, where a kind lady took care of us. Then we were taken to a castle that had been converted into a hospital.
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