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Adelaide to Cecily in 1990
Publié le 14/04/2011 par Michael de Montlaur — Famille
Dear Cecily,
My grandfather and grandmother on my mother’s side were brought up together and later married. Grandmother Piper was born in 1867 in Schoolies Mountains, New Jersey. She was called Marie Susan Cozzens. Her mother died when she was a little girl. Her aunt Adelaide Cozzens Piper had no children. She and her husband, Uncle Alec Piper, an army officer, brought her up.
Marina – 8 avril 2011
Publié le 12/04/2011 par Michael de Montlaur — Famille
Since Grandmama got really ill in the last few weeks I have been thinking back on my precious times with her from over 30 years ago. Being the eldest grandchild came with perks. I was for a while the only child in Franval, and while there were certainly quiet times when I would have been happy for a playmate, there were many moments when I had Grandmama’s undivided attention and helped her with her daily chores.
Laura – 8 avril 2011
Publié le 12/04/2011 par Michael de Montlaur — Famille
Over the course of the last few weeks, I too have been remembering Grandmama. And my most precious memories are the ones tied to holidays spent at Franval.
Coming to Normandy always felt like a big adventure. We would leave our London flat and my heart would lift as we turned off the Thiberville road – soon I would be free to roam the grounds and discover the house’s secret corners.
Edward - 8 avril 2011
Publié le 12/04/2011 par Michael de Montlaur — Famille
Contrairement à la plupart d’entre vous, la majorité de mes souvenirs de Grandmamma parviennent d’un temps récent.
Mais les problèmes de mémoire dont Grandmamma a souffert ces dernières années ne m’ont pas empêché de bien la connaître.
Plutôt, ils m’ont peut-être permis de mieux la connaître que je ne l’aurais pu, car j’ai pu témoigner de son incroyable courage face à sa maladie.
Caroline - 8 avril 2011
Publié le 12/04/2011 par Michael de Montlaur — Famille
It’s hard to pick only a few things to say about Grandmamma, of course. When I think of her, I think of all those summers we spent at Franval playing ping pong and pretending to run a restaurant in that chicken coop. I also remember more mundane things, like closing the shutters at night, and helping Grandmamma pick weeds out of the gravel in front of the house, which I always found very satisfying.