I remember my uncle, describing my grandparents homecoming after the 1943 repatriation, had written the following:

"Among our 1943 Xmas presents was a small, blue and white granite-ware bowl which Mother ate from throughout her time in the Concentration Camp and in the bowl was a card with the following:

Beautiful Stew
(to the tune of Lewis Carrol's "Beautiful Soup") click here(± 60seconds)

“Beautiful stew, so thin but hot,
Waiting in the steaming pot,
Who would not give all else in lieu
Of a big bowlful of beautiful stew?” (repeat)


“Beautiful stew, beautiful stew -
Stew of old Weihsien,
Beautiful, beautiful stew.”