MARCH 7th 2009The
next day came with a mist outside which developed into a steady rain in
the morning. Bernard joked
that the weather he had ordered had not come through.
She showed me the map of the We
came upon the gate of the current base which is manned by the French
military.
We
left the base and then came upon a monument which was dedicated to all of
the Bernard
came to me and asked me: “Are
you ready for Bievres?” I
should have asked him if Bievres was ready for me.
He had informed me that the Mayor wanted to meet me,
so that was an honor in itself. So
we set off for the trip to Bievres. As
we came down the hill, I instantly recognized the landfill which was there
over forty years ago, and then we entered the town.
We passed the home where the Holsteins (another USA family had who
was stationed at Laon AFB) used to live, then made a left turn and within
seconds I immediately recognized the hill that led up to the place my
family called home forty four years ago.
There
was someone coming up the hill, and they stopped to speak with Bernard who
explained why we were there. A
lady came out of the home and I explained that I used to live there.
Her daughter explained to her that I used to live there many years
ago, and we were all invited in. I
excused myself to get my photo album and we all went inside and looked at
old pictures. It was so
fascinating that although there had been some changes, the area was still
the same. We chatted away
about things I remembered about the home and Sophie took me upstairs to
look at the lovely view of the yard. The
Mayor, Mr Gilbert Rousseau,
greeted us warmly and invited us in. I
met his wife, his granddaughter and grandson.
We sat down and looked at the photo album and there was a photo of
the very home he lives in. A
scan was made and he took Bernard and me on a tour to the Town Hall and
the school my brother attended for one year.
He also opened up the church which was next to the house I used to
live in and where as a family we worshiped in so many years ago.
We also went by the World War 1 memorial.
I was shown the place where a barn used to be, which my mother had
documented with a photo. There
were few new homes that had been built there, and I could recognize that
they were new. While
at the town hall, the mayor showed me a group of photos of Bievres before
the time of the war and after. Bievres
suffered a great deal during World War I, and this was the first time I
learned about this. In the
past, I had always wondered why there was a World War I memorial and not a
World War II memorial. We
came back to his home and he served us refreshments, including a local
wine which I thought was delicious. His
daughter came and I met her and her husband.
I took pictures of all of my new friends there and sadly it was
time to depart. Suzanne
made a wonderful lunch, as Bernard was still feeling a bit under the
weather so she would be taking me to Laon to catch the train to I
briefly lived in Laon before we moved to Bievres so it was interesting to
go up the hills and the narrow roads.
Suzanne proceeded to give me a tour of Laon, something I did not
expect and again was another pleasant surprise.
I saw a leaning tower there, and she would stop and allow me to
indulge myself in taking photos and video of the cathedral and the area
below. Bernard gave me a
pamphlet about Laon so we got to see much of the history of the city.
All
good things come to an end, and Suzanne dropped me off at the train
station, but made sure that I caught the right train to I was blessed by new friendships while I was in Laon with wonderful, gracious and kind people. I was touched by the devotion I saw between Suzanne and Bernard while I was a guest in their home. Although my knowledge of speaking French has diminished, I understood the speaking and expression of the kindness, concern and making one feel at ease by my hosts and many of the people I met that day at Bievres. Always I shall be grateful to the website that is maintained by Bernard and Suzanne and their hospitality as they entertained me in their home one misty March day.
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