March 9, 1944 WWII Hiding from the Germans

Jean and I go to the bigger lake to fish. He, as alert as I am and wise beyond his years, shows me the hidden way. Hanging out with Jean, I learn a little French. It’s a long way.

We bring back some fish for le dejeuner (lunch).

The young mother makes a shirt for me out of the parachute material. I’m given a beret. Actually, I look rather French in my new outfit.

It’s a fairly cold winter, apparently unusual – but I can hack it. West Virginia can be frigid. I’m sure glad for the coat they give me though.

The couple is risking their necks to keep me safe. Apparently they have helped many: Jews, Catholics, others on the run from the Germans and the Vichy French.

Their older son is working with the French Underground somewhere in the area. They haven’t heard from him in a while and are a little worried.

c. GCYI