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Family heirloom #searstower
I was 180 pages in when the subject took on a whole new meaning. #notredame #victorhugo
Sometimes we glimpse into hidden worlds.
On recueille les souhaits dans les fontaines des pyramides nouveaux. #MuseeDuLouvre #30ansPyramide
Amidst the busyness of life & the distractive chaos of the world, I’ve been writing a book. An adventure. London to Marrakech, by sea & by land, across two seasons. Partly fact, partly fiction. I spent the past year in France, contemplating the past, personal & ancestral. Calais to Paris, south to Montauban and St-Jean-de-Luz. Now crossing into Spain, despite unfinished business on the north side of the Pyrenees. At 90k words, it’s in need of either a haircut or an amputation. Meanwhile, I just arrived in Donostia (San Sebastián) with a leaky boot & incessant rains. El Camino de Santiago is tempting but Salamanca has a more pressing appeal. Eventually I’ll make it to Gibraltar & cross that formidable divide between continents. But have no idea how long it will take to commit to paper. Mental travel is easy but crafting words on a page takes time. There are only so many hours in the day. #amwriting
Someone discovered late 20th century mythology so we (I) built her favorite characters for a “dark time” shadow puppet show (thank the Maker!). #starwars #c3po #r2d2 #craft #paper
Recalled to life: I bluffed my way though this ragged paperback in school. Reading it for real now. #ataleoftwocities
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Les gilets jaunes ont brisé ce beau visage. #arcdetriomphe #giletsjaunes
“Well, finis la guerre!” my great grandfather wrote to his wife from the front lines, a day after Armistice. He was an officer serving with the American Red Cross, a 48 year old physician from Montana. He described the sudden shift from war to peace, danger to jubilation on the 11th day of the 11th month, 1918. Dearest Mabel: Well, finis la guerre! Yesterday morning early the wireless told us that the Boche was going to sign but we fired till the last minute and, funny to relate, I had the closest call of the war just 6 minutes before they ceased firing. C battery commander, L——, went out with a 2nd Lt. named Luke Sunday afternoon looking for advance —— positions and never came back so yesterday morning —— and I went up in the car to the advance ambulance stations to see if we could weed out anything about there. We pulled out of Thiaucourt at 10:46 and just as we got to Xammes we went into a bunch of 77 bursts and how we got out I don’t know as they fell all round us. We got behind a house at 10:56. It seemed every —— on both sides of the front was firing as fast as it could and stones were flying in all directions when suddenly – 11 o’clock! Silence! And we drove home through the villages and the bands were getting out and the roads were —— with cheery troops. We found out today that they had been taken prisoners. Hard luck, last day of the war. Last night had a big dinner at Ades, the colonel & some other ——. Lots of champagne and toasts for the best battalion of the best Artillery Regiment on the front. (Suppose every other Regiment doing the same thing.) The sky was full of German fireworks. They say the Boche is tickled to death that peace has come. Rumor has it that we are going to Metz for garrison duty, but I think I have done my bit and will apply to be put on the inactive list and come home as soon as the chance offers. See stocks going up. ‪Well, Georgie boy, Daddy will be home soon.‬ ‪ Best love, dear ——‬ ‪ Charlie‬ #ww1 #armistice100