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My Father’s Paris

I’m excited to have author Jane S. Gabin as our guest blogger today! Jane recently wrote and published her newest book, The Paris Photo, after finding unexplained pictures among her late father’s papers. A native of New York City, Jane earned her Master’s and PhD in English from the University of North Caroline at Chapel Hill. She is an accomplished teacher, educational counselor, lecturer, and most recently, conducting classes on World War II at the Osher Lifelong Learning Institute at Duke University. Jane is a member of the Southern Association for College Admissions Counseling, the Victorian Society of New York, and several branches of Alliance Français. But the most important fact about Jane is that she shares one of our favorite Paris pastimes: sitting in the bistro with a glass of wine or beer and people watching.

S/Sgt. Alfred L. Gabin’s Paris As Told By His Daughter

In Paris, World War II seems like an almost recent event. There are reminders everywhere. You cannot walk a block without seeing a plaque or statue memorializing a person or event. Stops on the Métro remind you as well – Jacques Bonsergent, Colonel Fabien, Guy Môquet.

On this trip to Paris, though, I decide to concentrate on the part of the city my father – who was stationed there in 1944-45 – knew best: the area around Gare Montparnasse. His unit arrived shortly after the Liberation and set up a military postal office in the space under the road leading up to the Gare.

(Rue de l’Arrivee, Gare Montparnasse US Army postal station, 1944; photo by S/Sgt Alfred L. Gabin)

There, between the Rue de l’Arrivee and the Rue du Depart, they prepared incoming letters and parcels for the troops and censored the post. I know the men had free time because I saw from my dad’s photos that they explored the city, had drinks at the many cafes along the Boulevard Montparnasse, and went to horse races at the track in the Bois de Boulogne.

The Gare Montparnasse has been replaced by a new station, and where my father and many others worked is now an unadorned, monolithic 59-story office block offering an unparalleled view of the city. This compensates for its existence. Completed in 1973, the Tour Montparnasse rapidly inspired the passing of legislation limiting the height of any new building in Paris. But it does provide a good vantage point from which to view the area.

The combination of broad Haussmanian boulevards and short neighborhood streets meant that my father was surrounded by an area inviting him to explore. The wide Boulevard du Montparnasse stretched directly in front of where he worked, an important boundary; on the other side was the 6thArrondissement, with the Rue de Rennes running straight ahead down to the church of Saint-Germaine-des-Pres. The basic view has not changed in the intervening 75 years. Read More My Father’s Paris

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“Nazi Love Children”

The three children were aware their maternal grandfather, Alfred Landecker, had been murdered by the Nazis sometime in 1942. But when they pushed their mother for further information about that infamous period of time and growing up Jewish in Germany, her response was always, “stop talking about that old stuff.” The children ultimately inherited their father’s company, but it wasn’t until several of them ordered an exhaustive investigation into their firm’s wartime activities that they uncovered the ties their father and his father had to Hitler and its use of forced labor. This is the international company that today owns Panera Bread and Krispy Kreme Donuts among hundreds of other well-known consumer brands.


Did You Know?

Did you know that that French fries did not originate in France? Nope, French fries ⏤ I knew them as “pommes frites” while growing up in Holland ⏤ were invented during the seventeenth century in Belgium. However, the French were responsible for the term “French kissing” ⏤ you know, the open-mouth smooch. At this point, you should hide this blog from the kids.

It seems the term “French kiss” entered the English language in 1923. It was coined by ex-pat American men who enjoyed their dallies with French women (in France, it was just called a kiss). The French it seemed, were more comfortable with tongue action than those uptight Americans.

However, it wasn’t until after World War II that the term and practice caught on in the United States. The popularity of French kissing was brought home by the G.I.’s who served in France and other parts of Europe (I’m sure they brought other things home as well). The Academie Français has yet to formally accept a name to denote a French kiss but I don’t think that will put a dent into practicing this time-honored adult activity.

French kissing is honored on International Kissing Day every year. So, if you want to have fun at least once a year, do it on the sixth of July.

We now return control of this blog to you and the kids. Until two weeks at the same time and day, when we will take you to ⏤ another “Did You Know?”


The Maternal Grandfather

Alfred Landecker (1884-1942) was Jewish and a German citizen (at least until 1935 when the Nazis stripped German Jews of their citizenship), a World War I veteran, and a very successful accountant/businessman. He married Maria who was Catholic, and together, they had three children: Emilie or, “Emmy” (1922-2017), Gerda (b. 1923) and Wilhelm or, “Willi” (1925-2016). Maria died in 1928 and Alfred raised the children by himself. Under Nazi Jewish laws, the children were considered to be Jewish. So, Alfred had his three children baptized in the Catholic church. Once that was accomplished, Alfred transferred ownership in all his possessions to the children. Alfred and the children tried to flee Germany, but he couldn’t afford the cost to leave. As a Jew, Alfred was not allowed to work so the teenager, Emmy, had to go to work in late 1940.

Alfred Landecker. Photo by anonymous (date unknown). ©️ Alfred Landecker Foundation.
Alfred Landecker. Photo by anonymous (date unknown). ©️ Alfred Landecker Foundation.
Wilhelm “Willi” Landecker. Photo by anonymous (date unknown). MyHeritage.
Wilhelm “Willi” Landecker. Photo by anonymous (date unknown). MyHeritage.
Gerda Landecker. Photo by anonymous (date unknown). MyHeritage.
Gerda Landecker. Photo by anonymous (date unknown). MyHeritage.

In early April 1942, Alfred received a letter informing him of the date he would be deported. Willi later recalled the Gestapo knocked at the door of the family’s apartment in Mannheim on 24 April and demanded to know, “Is the Jew Alfred Israel Landecker here?” Alfred presented himself and the Gestapo agent asked him, “So, you dirty Jew, are you ready to take a trip?” Alfred hugged his son and told him to say goodbye to Emmy and Gerda. Read More “Nazi Love Children”