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trip to the past

Posted in Books, pictures with tags , , , , , , , , , on January 6, 2019 by xi'an

When visiting my mother for the Xmas break, she showed me this picture of her grand-father, Médéric, in his cavalry uniform, taken before the First World War, in 1905. During the war, as an older man, he did not come close to the front lines, but died from a disease caught from the horses he was taking care of. Two other documents I had not seen before were these refugee cards that my grand-parents got after their house in Saint-Lô got destroyed on June 7, 1944.

And this receipt for the tinned rabbit meat packages my grand-mother was sending to a brother-in-law who was POW in Gustrow, Germany, receipt that she kept despite the hardships she faced in the years following the D Day landing.

Juno Beach [jatp]

Posted in pictures, Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 2, 2019 by xi'an

War memories

Posted in Kids with tags , , on December 31, 2009 by xi'an

Yesterday, I went to see my grandmother and she started talking about the hard times she had during the second World War. Before and after Saint Lô’s bombing. She described how the food restrictions were so harsh during the war years that items like trousers and socks, when available, had to be traded against butter or meat. How the sole delivery of meat my grandparents could pretend to for a whole week was often set aside to be cooked within a piece of bread in the local bakery and was sent as a package to a brother who remained a war prisoner in Pomerania for the whole duration of the war. She even showed us the receipts of all those packages, kept within a jar, which were dutifully delivered by the German post at the time rather than by the Red Cross…. All those privations while another sister who lived in a farm with unlimited access to this restricted food never contributed to support this brother. The same sister who would not lift a finger to help when my grandparents found themselves homeless after Saint Lô’s bombing. A selfish behaviour my grandmother still resents today for they were close family. Much more than the thefts of neighbours right after the bombing, when my grandfather recovered the large knife I saw him using all his life from those neighbours’ table during their lunch. More also than the laundry soiled by German troops occupying the ruins of my grandparents’ house for a few days during the Saint Lô’s battle. The hardships of those years is so remote from our current life that it seems difficult to believe it only happened seventy years ago.