Shortly before Europe was plunged into the Second World War, my young mother and her family traveled from their home in New York to France. This is a true story based on my grandmother's diaries, which document her daughter's early symptoms of men...
My great grandmother, Idalia Fratt, had studied at Sorbonne in 1893-94. Elsie had studied at Vassar College. A generation later, her daughters, Barb (my future mother) and Polly, are being introduced to their grandmother's European experience.
My grandmother Elsie wrote in a letter, "Paris Marvelous! Mother's beloved city. She had brought us up so well on it that it seemed perfectly familiar to us like an old friend, we found our way about without difficulty."
If you are a first time reader, this is an on-going journey, as I explore my grandmother's scrapbooks and diaries. My grandmother's cursive writing is faded and very difficult to read--I may misspell some of the French words.
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My grandmother wrote, "Boloagne [sic] to Paris—our first meal in France on a train. We had difficulty but we did get served."
Wed, Oct, 6, 1937: Paris!!!
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