The entire Norwegian resistance movement has been
overshadowed by the success of the “heavy water” incident where Norwegians sank
the boat that contained critical material the Nazi’s were going to use in an
atomic bomb. But many other small
resistance movements also contributed to thwarting the efforts of the Nazis occupying
Norway during World War II.
The stories still circulate at dinner parties about what
life was like during the war. The
prejudice toward Germans still lingers for many, but many also feel triumphant
for the things they were able to do to “get them back” in little ways. Norwegians have a sly sense of humor.
Halvor, my father-in-law, was a carpenter by trade, but the
Nazi’s forced all the tradespeople to work for them, building things they
needed for their own infrastructure.
Halvor refused to do the work so he started painting pictures and called
himself an artist, instead. He took great
delight in outsmarting their plans to recruit him. Another friend of ours actually worked in an
office for the Nazis handing out ration cards to the natives during the war. He felt triumphant every time he made out a
card. If a person told him they had six
children, he’d write down they had twelve, so they could get more food. Decades
later he laughed about the fact he was never caught, even though he would have
been imprisoned if he were.
Many Norwegians hid local Jews, just as the Dutch did. Some men pretended to be fisherman, then left
Norway in small fishing boats, heading to England to be trained as soldiers for
the resistance movement, and no German was the wiser.
Nighttime provided the Norwegians with the opportunity to
sneak around and pour sugar down the gas tanks of the Nazi’s vehicles to ruin
their engines.
One of our relatives owned a butcher shop and was ordered by
the Germans to not sell his high quality meats to the locals, but to save it
all for their consumption. The butcher
agreed and told them to come back in a few days when he would have the best
meat he could find.
The butcher then told all the boys in his neighborhood to go
hunting through the garbage dumpsters and kill as many rats and find as many pigeons
as possible. He skinned and butchered
them and was happy to turn over that meat to the Germans when they came in with
their machine guns demanding the “best.”
The funny part was, the Germans had no idea what it was and they thought
it was so good, they kept coming back for more.