(so to speak)!
My brother was born in August of 1957 in
Louis and named (Timothy Leon Bowers). Well now things
begin to spin! My dad was then transferred to Brezolles’ France and based at Druex Air Base in France. My mom,
brother and I moved there shortly afterward. The small ’
was nothing like back in the States and people there never used vile language
instead it was quite the contrary. Everyone as I can recall showed immense love
and exemplary common courtesies not so common in our society even back in the
1950’s. village of Brezolles
Dreux -Louvilliers Airf Force Base by M.M.Minderhoud or Wikipedia/Michiel1972
(Courtesy of Google Earth)
We lived at 15 Rue de Tillieres pictured above. This is the actual physical location of where I lived from 1958 to 1963. I was placed in base schooling, but I didn’t get along well with the other American kids because I could out cuss them without even trying. My mom came up with the bright idea that I may do well in
so that’s exactly
what happened. I learned the language really fast and I had a lot of help from
the Madam Lebudec and family because that’s who I was with five days a week
being that my mom was working on the base in the Affex. So in essence I became
a little French boy and since no one understood my vulgarities in my native
tongue I soon lost interest in using fowl language and began the more eloquent
approach to interacting in my new social environment. I must say the French
were excellent teachers and for them that was just part of a basic service to
mankind in general. French Catholic
American GI’s from the base would sometimes find their way to the village and scare people with their drunken behaviors and womanizing predatory type actions. It’s safe to assume that the political minded French wanted them gone despite the economy and dollar exchange of the day. They tolerated and endured this sort of behavior largely due to the liberation by American troops during the Second World War.
I started in French schools at the age of four in 1958. By the time I was seven years old in 1961 I had the equivalent of an American 7th grade education. School hours were different there, and there was no summer vacation instead we had occasional breaks so we never got to far off track and had very little time for mischief. There wasn’t a lot of jealousy over belongings or clothing because everybody whore the same thing. We wore grey or light blue smock type uniforms. The girls wore skirts and the boys wore shorts. Can you imagine wearing shorts in mid winter?
(Courtesy of Google Earth)
This is the physical location of entrance to the courtyard of the Catholic school I was placed in shortly after my arrival in 1954. I would attend French public school from 1959 to 1963. It was here in the Christmas of 1958 I would meet a Santa so unique in character the memory would last a lifetime.
Christmas was a really special time of year in France, Santa Clause there is called “Father Christmas” or “Pare Noel” in the French language. Madam had two daughters; Soline the eldest, and Annie Claude who was a year older than me and was also my best friend. Much like Forrest, Forrest Gump we were like peas and carrots. I had pictures of Annie Claude and Soline that were sent back with me by Madam, however after my Mother's departure from this plain of existence my sisters laid claim to all memorabilia and it would do me very little good to ask for cooperation at this phase of life. The picture as to why my lack of relationship with my sisters exists I think may be painted at some point in this story. There is so much about my time in
to reflect on in memories, and in the overall view it was all good to me.