Monday, August 25, 2008

La Liberation de Paris


At the dawn's early light on August 25, 1944, the 2nd French Armored Division entered Paris, ending the long German occupation of the City of Light. Despite Hitler's order to destroy Paris, General Dietrich von Choltitz refused the order and instead surrendered to French Major General Jacques Le Clerc. Later that day, President Charles de Gaulle led a parade down the Champs Elysees.

On February 13, 1944, Tech Sgt John Prasch was killed over Germany while on manuevers for D-Day. It wasn't until 1971 that a family member visited his grave at the American Cemetery at Colleville-sur-Mer France, also known as Omaha Beach. I was that family member, a 20 year old college student at the end of a 3 month European trip. That visit to my Uncle John's resting place was a pivotal moment in my life, for not only was he my Mother's only brother, but also my Father's best friend. I will never understand the pain they must have felt when they got the news, yet I am inexplicably tied to an Uncle I never knew, a war I never experienced, and the historical importance of that war, fought by the Greatest Generation.

Defend Paris to the last, destroy all bridges over the Seine and devastate the city.
~Adolf Hitler - August 1944

Attended thanksgiving service…for liberation of Paris…hearing the Marseillaise gave me a great thrill. France seemed to wake again after being knocked out for five years.
~General Sir Alan Brooke - 28th August 1944

Thursday, August 14, 2008

The Sounds of Silence


It's a noisy world we live in, so when I seek refuge from chaos even from my work at the library, I am elated when I find the rare silence to be deafening. I'm pleased to report that at least one famous author saw it in the same way:

A man's silence is wonderful to listen to.
- Thomas Hardy

Monday, August 11, 2008

Summer Fun!

Wow, it's the middle of August already! We've had a pleasant, albeit short summer in terms of warm weather, but September and October are still ahead, and the Northwest is best in early autumn.

Was 1968 really 40 years ago? Apparently so, since this past weekend John and I went to his HS reunion in Grandview, Washington. We had great fun, and that's given me the extra incentive to attend my own reunion in October. If I could do anything about the passage of time, I'd be avoiding it like the plague, but I'm actually looking forward to seeing which classmates show up for the shindig.

Perhaps my best weekend so far this summer was going to Cannon Beach with my good pal, Kim. It was a perfect trip all around, with requisite long beach walks, great people watching, and an amazing meal at EVOO, Cannon Beach Cooking School. Wandering the beach at low tide was the icing on the cake, with starfish and sea anemones and puffins aplenty.

Summer afternoon - summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
~Henry James