a little history

when WWII ended
my mother was
an 11 year old
girl.
she spent her
teenage years
growing up
in war-torn
germany.
it is
no wonder,
that
when she turned
18,
she left.

she went to sweden,
then london
(where she learned english),
and then ended up
in paris
in her early 20s...
just imagine
being
a 20 year old woman
alone in paris
in the 1950s.



she studied
at the the sorbonne,
and worked as a translator
for a german baron
and
as an au pair.

she lived
in paris
for many years
and
although
she talks
very little
about herself
and her life,
it was always clear
her years in paris
profoundly
affected her.



in the late 50s
my father was
doing some
research with
some french scientists
which brought him
to paris
for a few months...

my father met
my mother
at the comedie francaise.
he came in late,
made
a lot of noise
and
she was annoyed.
but somehow
they got to talking
after the show
and
the rest is history-
the beginning
of my history.

i have always
wanted
to visit paris
with my mother.
recently
grub and i
had an opportunity
to stay at
grub's publisher's condo
on the
ile saint-louis.
in paris...
since grub
couldn't go,
i asked {begged}
my mother
to go with me
so i could finally
see paris through
my mother's eyes...
through her memories.

tomorrow
i leave to spend
a week
with my mother
in paris.

wow.

read the
history
of another
amazing mother
here.

. . . . .

i will be taking
a little pause...
i will be
back again
on the 17th
to share
many stories
and
a multitude
of photos.

until then,
xo