Kenneth Newcomb, November 2007
Obituary: War ordeals didn't dim Kenneth Newcomb's kind ways
- Article by: PAMELA MILLER
- Star Tribune
- February 12, 2012 - 1:05 PM
Kenneth Newcomb thought he was a goner on Sept. 12, 1944, when a German soldier who had flushed him and two other GIs from their foxhole near Belfort, France, poked him in the belly with his bayonet as he wobbled to his feet, hands held high.
The German didn't kill him, "something Dad was deeply grateful for," said Newcomb's daughter, Janet Spatafore of Maple Grove. But there would be more harrowing experiences before Newcomb was liberated from a German POW camp in June 1945. Despite them, Newcomb lived out the rest of his long life with "an extraordinarily kind, gentle, peaceful nature," his daughter said.
He died Feb. 7 at the Veterans Affairs Medical Center in St. Cloud, near the home in Rogers where he'd moved later in life to be near family members. He was 94.
Newcomb was born in St. Paul, graduated from Humboldt High School and was "a lifelong proud West Sider," his daughter said. After the war, he worked for 42 years for St. Paul's Public Works Department, earning a business administration degree from the University of Minnesota in 1955.
In 1948, he married Evelyn Perron, who like him attended Ascension Episcopal Church in St. Paul. They had met in passing before the war, and she had prayed for his safety as a POW. Their children -- Janet, Cheryl and Joanne -- were born in 1950, 1953 and 1955.
"He was blessed with such good mental health," Spatafore said. "Once when he was in his 80s, he and I were on a long walk and he described to me the whole night when he was captured, very calmly."
Newcomb was fighting with the 45th Infantry Division near the French-Swiss border in September 1944 when he and two others who had been cut off from their company were captured. "With a German guard, we had to crawl and inch our way on our stomachs down a little ditch alongside a road for about 1,000 yards ... sweat[ing] out a terrific artillery and mortar barrage from our own troops," he wrote later in a history for his family.
In the long, cold months that followed, Newcomb would be shuffled among many prison camps in Germany. At most, sanitation was nonexistent, sleep plagued by lice, fleas and shelling, and starvation routine.
In his history, he exclaimed over how precious and rare Red Cross packages were when food frequently was grass-and-wood-chip soup, "purple passion" (cabbage in dirty water), rotten sauerkraut and bread made of sawdust. From February to early April 1945, he lay in a shabby hospital with a severe infection caused by fleas and starvation. When it was proposed that his legs be amputated, he said no, taking his chances with the infection.
On April 29, 1945, "a day I will never forget," he wrote, U.S. troops arrived at his camp near Altheim, Germany. They "passed out K rations and gave us what cigarettes they had," he wrote. "A K ration, right then, tasted almost as good as a steak dinner." He was soon bunking in a converted store in Paris, then sailing for New York. He was back in St. Paul by June 5.
Last Aug. 27, Newcomb was asked to raise the flag before a Twins game at Target Field in Minneapolis. "It was so emotional," Spatafore said. "He got a standing ovation."
In retirement, he tutored students in the Elk River School District. He loved bowling, dancing, watching sports and nature.
"I've never met anyone as peaceful and kind as Dad," Spatafore said. "None of us remembers him ever raising his voice at us. You just liked to be around him."
Newcomb's wife of 57 years, Evelyn, died in 2006. In addition to his daughter Janet, he is survived by two other daughters, Cheryl Howard of Maple Grove and Joanne Jirak of Albertville, seven grandchildren and four great-grandchildren. Services were held Saturday.
Pamela Miller • 612-673-4290
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