What a week so far. So, imagine you’re having a normal Monday. You’ve organised groceries, prepared the gates for painting earlier in the day – then your phone starts ringing and ringing. As usual you don’t answer, thence begin text messages for you to please pick up, urgently. In my usual way, I thought, yippie, someone’s died and I finally get an inheritance! Flashes of a house in Cadaqués or Cascais cross my mind 😀 I finally pick up and receive the request to join a Zoom Call in 20 minutes. Some diplomatic affair. On the call will be someone from the French diplomatic corps, someone from SOS Racisme, someone from the Alliance Française and my father’s two sisters. They’d like me to join because apparently my memory is very precise. Odd, but they’re very insistent so I agree.
It begins. I’ve never used Zoom, but Mike’s phone seems to know exactly what to do. A man begins speaking. My grandmother was nominated for the Legion d’Honneur and they need her detailed history with highlights. And off we go. I own and have read her diaries, so, I can do this. Born between wars, she lived at 2 Rue Debrousse in Paris in the 16eme. Her mother is a wealthy heiress and her father in the military. He was a war hero in WWI, then prisoner of war (later founder of one of France’s largest associations of Ancien Combattants). During the occupation they go to their country house in the Southwest because it’s calmer and in the Free Zone. Her father has tuberculosis and dies in 1944. After that, they return to Paris. She studies at the lycée Molière in the 16th arrondissement. Then goes to the Sorbonne. She wanted to study law, but just as women who wanted to study medicine at the time were pushed to do nursing first – women who wanted to study law were pushed to become “executive secretaries” first. At the Sorbonne she meets my grandfather who’s studying in the biochemistry department. She’s a militant feminist. Despite that she decides to get married, and off to Brazil she goes. It’s the 50’s. She arrives in a land where slavery had only ended just over 60 years before (1888).
She finds herself as the only French woman in the very small, very wealthy, very closed society of Bahia. A place where speaking French is highly prized since everyone who can sends their children off to be educated in Europe (usually Switzerland). People beg her to teach and so she does. In the process she becomes the unofficial French Ambassador of Northeast Brazil. Along with Jorge Amado and Zelia, she hosts her friends Simone de Beauvoir and Jean Paul Sartre in 1960.
They stay at the beach house and also visit the Cocoa plantation of an uncle in Ilheus. Over the years she goes on to organise Pierre Balmain‘s first show in Brazil, and to found the Alliance Française in Bahia. It’s the Franco-Brazilian Cultural Centre with French library, art exhibition space, theatre etc.
She helped organise Visas to the US, UK and France for Brazilian artists escaping the Brazilian dictatorship. Her own house was nearly a cultural centre in itself where intellectuals, academics and artists met and exchanged ideas. She had lunch with Brigitte Bardot at the Mercier house in La Madrague and Angela Ro Ro used to say she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She’s quintessentially French, and believes in the values of the republic, secularism, women’s rights and in spreading those ideas throughout the world. She did everything in her power to accomplish that. So, there.
She’s also very glamorous. Incredible taste in clothes and jewellery. She shocked my grandfather’s family by getting married in a cream Chanel tailleur instead of a big white dress with a veil. Oh, yes, she’s also heavily involved with charities aimed at improving the lives of Blacks in Brazil, particularly street children.
And now, the driving test is coming soon. The teacher from the auto-ecole is becoming more and more strict. Meanwhile, to lighten the mood, I’m deciding what to wear. I want something that says I’m a responsible, thoughtful, middle aged man — but also that implies that if they don’t pass me, I’ll dedicate the rest of my days to ensuring generations of the family of the driving examiner die in abject misery, poverty and despair 🙂
Simone de Beauvoir? Wow, your mother sounds like an amazing woman! I have so many questions about how she navigated her time and locale, and how she changed(?) her perspectives on her choices over time. So courageous 🙌 I have no doubt you’ll pick a perfect outfit. 🧣🎩
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From reading her diaries now I understand how incredibly difficult it all was. Arriving in a different culture where expectations of women were incredibly rigid. Wives were expected to play a very specific supporting role, never doing anything that might outshine their husbands Her opinion about many things changed a lot.
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Gentle nudge to get her story into book form. Even if just for private reference.
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That’s the plan! And no, not just for private reference!
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Wow, she was gorgeous. And I’d guess she spent a lot of time with her grandson. About time she was honored. Not for being gorgeous….
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I was the first grandchild and the only one who learnt French from birth because she and her mother only spoke to me in French 🙂 That created a very different sort of bond than what she had with the others. In a sense she and I shared a very specific sense of culture.
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And you narrated all this without reference somewhere? It flows smoothly as a story. And yes, wonderful lady.
I like your choice of dress. Pass me or your family suffers for generations!
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To be honest by the time we were done my brain had basically melted I’m still recovering. I can do stuff like that, but I need time to prepare!
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I assume you’ll be wearing gloves.
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At the minute I’m plotting like Ms. Havisham, just in case. I want to raise Great Expectations so I can then systematically crush them — unless I pass, of course 😀
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She sounds a remarkable lady. You have an excellent memory, I’d need to consult those diaries etc before recalling the details on a zoom call. Do le us know your driving test outfit details, you will be the most elegant person the examiner will have tested.
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Yes, definitely remarkable. Also a bit brusque. A person on the call described how at his first event as a French representative in Brazil she marched up to him, buttoned his shirt to the top and told him to put on a tie 😀 She had an authoritarian manner, very military-like. Even at the table we were all terrified of making the slightest mistake. Funnily enough, I got told off by the driving instructor because when I’m stopped at the light I put my hands on my lap folded into each other. That’s the level of training we had! Arms down at the sides, hands in your lap if sitting down…
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Your Grandmother sounds like a truly amazing woman! Did you know her as a child? Her circle sounds like a Who’s Who of the intelligentsia of that era. She deserves acknowledgement! I hope her grandson passed his driving test with flying colours and didn’t kill anyone along the way. 😉
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She mostly raised me. My first two years of life were in her care, then we went to the US. Then from around 9 I lived with her again 🙂 She was really the person who educated me and the only person in the family I was around for any significant amount of time.
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I hope she was a kind influence in your life. I only met my grandmother a few short times when I visited Hungary as an adult, but I adored her. Wish I’d had her around when I was growing up.
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Not sure I’d use the word kind 🙂 Let’s say dramatic.
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Hmm…dramatic is fun for an adult, not so much for a child. -hugs-
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Horrendous for a child!
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Very much so. 😦
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So glad that they thought to consult you about your grandmother…you saw her from a different angle to those who knew her as adults.
Driving test attire? Don’t worry about that. Just make sure you mention that you know the maire.
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I felt used! After I hung up (is that what one says of Zoom?) I thought I should have started with — either it’s a one on one with Macron handing me a prize at the hotel suite of my choice, or I’m not playing 😀
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I’d be a bit cautious about a one to one with Macron….
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Lol! I’d do anything he asks.
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Several responses hang upon my lips, but, with the innate caution of a lawyer they remain unwritten.
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