World War II

Pith Schure

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Inspired by my father's memories and those of my own, I undertook to assemble the stories of several persons on World War II. I happened to be connected in one way or the other to those people. This war has and still does impress upon me because of the madness of its initiators, the unreserved support by the mass of the German population, the collaboration of traitors and the resistance by the right ones. The latter deserve our respect.

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• History
• Histoire

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• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Date de parution: 31 mai 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781528966146
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

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World War II
Pith Schure
Austin Macauley Publishers
2019-05-31
World War II About the Author About the Book Dedication Copyright Information Acknowledgements Chapter 1 Hidden Gold Bouchove, Sunday, July 14, 1850 Montségur, Mercredi Le 16 Mars 1244 Montségur, March 16, 1244 Chapter 2 Sad Tiding Saturday, June 14, 1851 One Week Later Chapter 3 To the Big World Sunday, July 6, 1851 Chapter 4 In the Big World Thursday, July 10, 1851 Paris, Gare du Nord, Saturday 12 July 1851 Chartres, Sunday, July 13, 1851 Chapter 5 Chartres − Montigny Monday, July 14, 1851 Chapter 6 Montigny-Le-Gannelon Monday, July 14, 1851 Chapter 7 George Sand Friday, July 18, 1851 Chapter 8 La Dame À La Licorne Saturday, July 19, 1851 Chapter 9 Les Saintes Maries Friday, August 1, 1851 Saturday, August 2, 1851 Sunday, August 3, 1851 Chapter 10 Corbières, Lagarde, Léran Tuesday, August 5, 1851 Saturday, August 9, 1851 Monday, August 11, 1851 Chapter 11 Montségur – Foix Tuesday, August 19, 1851 Foix, Wednesday, August 27, 1851 Chapter 12 The King of the Belgians Friday, September 16, 1859 Saturday, September 17, 1859 Saturday, September 24, 1859 Sunday, September 25, 1859 Monday, September 26, 1859 Chapter 13 Bouchove Under De Lévis Bouchove, Friday, August 13, 1869 Bouchove, Monday, June 24, 1872 Chapter 14 Château de Léran Uplifted Léran, July 14, 1883 Friday, August 31, 1900 Chapter 15 The Countess of Bouchove Léran, January 27, 1911 Paris, 1912-1913 Bouchove, May 1916 Summer 1917 Hyères, Thursday, July 14, 1927 Bouchove, January 1928 Chapter 16 A Sunny Day Saturday, July 14, 1928 Chapter 17 The Unicorn Dance List of Persons List of Figurants Register of Locations Colofon Historisch Museum, Hedel
About the Author
Born in the most beautiful town of the world, Maastricht , the author moved at age 18 to Wageningen to study rural development. In the company of his all-time wife, Mieke, he worked in two dozen – mostly tropical – countries all over the world. They have two girls and a son. Abroad, he worked on land and water use and improvement, the building of farmhouses, institutional development and project performance evaluation till into his seventies. While on his home base, he undertook to restore a chatelet. As from his sixties, he dug up the history of the noblesse in Europe, having been the masters of the chatelet and surrounding lands, and wrote the trilogy The Great History of the Manor Bouchove about it.
About the Book
Inspired by my father’s memories and those of my own, I undertook to assemble the stories of several persons on World War II. I happened to be connected in one way or the other to those people. This war has and still does impress upon me because of the madness of its initiators, the unreserved support by the mass of the German population, the collaboration of traitors and the resistance by the right ones.
The latter deserve our respect.
Dedication
To my sole love and our children.
Copyright Information
Copyright © Pith Schure (2019)
The right of Pith Schure to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
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A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
ISBN 9781788788151 (Paperback)
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First Published (2019)
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Acknowledgements
With great thanks to AM Publishers’ Ms Janine and Mr Neal for their attentive guidance and speeding up of my publications.
Chapter 1

Hidden Gold

Bouchove, Sunday, July 14, 1850
Lord, thank you for these gifts . Pleased, Joannes looks at the well-dressed table. It had been the old lady Lalicorne who had invited him to join them for breakfast in De Toorn. A thoughtful gesture after the moving events of this morning. After all, everyone here at the table is part of the plot that has just been brought to a good end. She is now absent-minded in contrast to the other tablemates, but the young Madame Lalicorne is caring well for her; so, much is clear. The youth behaves unobtrusively, as always. Apparently, the Steward himself is currently pondering about something.
They are the very words you spoke an hour ago, Honourable. My thanks and compliments for this applicable prayer .
It’s my job to occasionally distract the attention from earthly matters to above . As he pronounces this, the Pastor heaves his eyes spiritually up to heaven.
How practical to remind us? Us laymen cannot listen to your wise advice often enough, which does not take away that the people will talk about the incident .
The more, the better!
Whilst the adults listen politely to the exchange between the Pastor and the Steward, the youth is talking about matter of their own liking.
You were lucky, guy!
That was not luck, but wisdom!
Ha, ha, hear him! You were too late man, just like you’re always late at school. The Pastor did not know how to keep the believers in control .
Nobody can enter anymore but for us .
Old and young, all of them are talking about the big blow, which scared the village during the High Mass.
Serve yourself once more, your honourable .
After you madame. Anna says I have to take it easy with the fruits of the earth .
Very wise, but remember that in this time of year the days are long .
Oh yes, that’s true enough .
A hearty breakfast makes for a healthy person . À propos, did you know that it’s not going well with the Count?
The casual addition of the Steward spells like the bomb of that morning in the casemate at the Castle grounds.

Athanase Gustave Charles Marie de Lévis

C’est affreux ça!
Athanase Gustave Charles Marie de Lévis, Duc de Mirepoix. The first H Mass I can give away, I will assign to the Count’s health .
The church does not have to give anything for free, Honourable. The Countess asks for extra H Masses with urgency. She has ordered me to… but I will come over to arrange it tomorrow .
The man hasn’t reached sixty yet! How’s that possible at that age?
Well, he loved to take in , Junior whispers towards Dominique and Andreas.
Expecting that Luc’s whispering is not respectful, his mother reminds him of the sorrow of Athanase.
Imagine how he lost his father at the age of two .
How then, Mum? Luc asks with interest.
Oh children, that’s too awkward to tell .
Head off, guillotine , he smiles at the little ones.
Madame Lalicorne does as if she hasn’t heard it and continues: Elle mourut, belle et charmante. I must clarify that for you Mr Pastor, Athanase and his wife Charlotte lost their seventeen-year-old daughter, Adrienne, at Château de Léran. Especially, she could never accept the loss .
The break that the Steward enters in order to accentuate the drama fills Luc by explaining: Aw, she fell from the horse .
Indeed, his father goes on to perish: Therefore, two years later, Charlotte donated her husband the possessions in Bouchove that she inherited from her wealthy father in 1837 .
How can the stuff over here compensate for such a big loss? I really do not understand that at all , his son brutally brings in.
Before the Steward can show him his place, the Pastor takes the word: At this point I must agree with the young man. Money doesn’t make happy, even though it may be convenient from time to time .
Well, if you consider that he also inherited Château de Montigny-le-Gannelon … the Steward tries once more.
Oh yes, I almost forgot . Surprised, all of them look up at Larose, who has enjoyed the gathering so far, but now says: The coat of arms in ’t Zaaltje I have made from an example that came from there . Her voice falls as she continues: I have to go downstairs to see if there is anything left. They say it cannot get lost, but it may have melted by the hassle of this morning. I’ll need it soon . The murmur is hardly understandable, but alert children have overheard it all.
***
That morning, the village had been surprised by a burst of explosions that had shaken all the construction works on their foundations just after the High Mass sermon. The villagers had wondered what was going on, because only a small band of inmates knew that the access to the casemates around the Castle of Bouchove was being destroyed. Many were not aware of what had happened, but some healthy Bouchove guys and girls could not find their love nest anymore this afternoon.
***
As long as I make sure that the food is on the table, I am not being noticed. On that assumption, Larose decides to check her painting equipment after her afternoon nap. Carefully, she goes for the staircase, leaving the door to the living room on her left and descending to the basement.
Downstairs she does not go for the provisions but walks into the direction of a solid wall. That’s weird, and what is she doing now? With a few vague actions she opens a passage to the dark space behind. No worries. She ignites a candle and goes on with a self-confidence that points out that she has done it often.
What Larose is not aware of, is that she is followed by three shadows that watch her performances.
She takes the dead end , whispers the smallest.
Since this morning, all walkways are running into a dead-end, smart boy , giggles the girl.
Keep your mouths shut , commands the oldest.
Suddenly, the figure in front of them has disappeared, leaving only a gleam. At the end of the corridor leading to the cachot is a niche that gives access to a room. The space that had stored ammunition in former times has now shelves all around wi