A painful pilgrimage
Henriette, Laura, Adèle, Rose, in their black hats and second-best heavy coats and sturdy shoes, pick their way across the …
Henriette, Laura, Adèle, Rose, in their black hats and second-best heavy coats and sturdy shoes, pick their way across the …
My mother has reminisced about spending childhood holidays at her Auntie Amy’s farm close adjacent to the River Bollin at Castle …
The winter which ended 1914 was bitter, foul, thoroughly dispiriting, and it didn’t improve into 1915. The French-American academic Robert Pellissier spent …
It’s in winter, in a traditional little chalet hotel in the Black Forest. I’ve noticed a collection of photos on the …
You can tell he’s going to be a bore; the sludge-shade ‘slacks’ labelled him as Man From Greenwoods, or a cardboard …
I did. I was the only person who went to help. There was a blood trail going up the stairs …
This card was sent from the Vosges on 31st January 1918. Servance is south west of Bussang, west of the …
There’s snow, and there’s Snow. This card was sent from the Vosges during World War One. It depicts a pathway …
I’m thinking about a drill hall photo which, when closely examined, reveals three misty figures by the gate: a round-faced …
I wonder why Hélène picked this particular card. And what lies behind her uncertainty about her future? Why are the …