Posts Tagged: Family history

Happy birthday!

We do not know where you are going

Thomas said to him, “Lord, we do not know where you are going, so how can we know the way?”

John 14:5

Receive your life and live it


Les Années-Mémoire


Father’s Day



Aujourd’hui, c’est le quatre-vingt quinzième anniversaire de la naissance de mon père, Pierre Krebs. Quand le 8 mai est un dimanche, c’est la Sainte Jeanne d’Arc et le 8 mai 1921 était un dimanche, comme aujourd’hui. Mon père était content d’être née le jour qui commémorait Jeanne d’Arc.

Le jour de son 24eme anniversaire l’armistice en Europe était signée, il était un très jeune officier de la Légion d’Honneur.

A la fin de sa vie, il n’aimait plus beaucoup les anniversaires, mais aujourd’hui on aurait pu lui faire plaisir en lui rappelant que c’était encore une fois la Sainte Jeanne d’Arc.

A mon père…

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mon père Pierre et sa sœur Elisabeth


Mon père dessiné par sa sœur Françoise

Don’t look for, just look


Comment aimer un enfant - Janucz Korczak.

Sometimes the title of a book is what interests us, we tell ourselves we will read the book, we start...
not always at the beginning but we drop it.
We keep the book in a good place for months, for years and we feel a little guilty because the book has not been read.

Maybe it need not be read: the title is enough to set our thinking, to express our desire and somewhere in ourselves we do the rest.

The rare pleasure of a “real” letter


Today a letter arrived on the door mat, a real letter. The envelope looked as if it had been under severe weather or dropped in a puddle. Inside it was rather extraordinary, difficult to say what was a result of the elements and what had been colourful from the start!
There was a photo printed on the letter and it now looks more like an old photo coloured by hand, the colours having taken the freedom to make a rainbow all over the letter. Rainbow? A letter from the Gods? Almost, a letter from an uncle and aunt I like very much but last saw in the 80ies. They are quite old now and quite well! and every word of the letter is readable!


Women’s day

À la magicienne

At the Woman-Magician’s

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This is a poem inspired by a corset lace I found in my great-aunt’s attic never used with the price still on it. The brand name is “At the magician’s” (magician in the feminine).

À la magicienne
Un corset
Un lacet
De quelle magie parlons-nous ?
De quelle magicienne ?

De celle qui opprime
Ou de celle qui embellit

C'est peut-être un choix
A chaque fois
Savoir combien
Quel équilibre
On s'astreint
On retient ou on est libre.

At the Woman-Magician’s
A corset
Its lace
Which magic are we talking about?
Which She-magician?

The one who oppresses
Or the one who gives beauty

It may be a choice
Each time
To find the balance
How much one controls
Or one lets breathe

This poem is part of the book To be a Woman which you can have a look at Here.



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