Today the sun shone and I went exploring. The cherry trees that waited until the snow had gone, were in full flower and the apples trees that had slept the frost away were just unwrapping their pinkest, white petals.
In a local village I stopped to look again at the history of the Jewish community that once lived here. They are gone now. Their names are on the war memorials, but nothing else remains.
The community thrived for a long time, built schools and synagogues until in the 19th century, locals ripped the roofs from their homes and destroyed their houses.
Some stayed: their lives were intertwined with France until the very last families, old and young were deported by the Nazis and died in concentration camps.
Their story has not been forgotten in Durmenach and the village commemorates them, but the people are gone and their memory is just glimpsed in the photos and in the spring sunlight.
Beauty and tragedy inextricably intertwined. Thank you.
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I read that after the destruction of houses in the 19th century many of the remaining people moved to Switzerland .
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Really? So the doors were open at that time!
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They were lucky people to find a safe place to live in Switzerland!
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Lovely cherry blossom. A rather poignant post. xx
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It was poignant to be in a village that was once predominantly Jewish and now they are just fade photographs.
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Not all our explorations result in edifying finds. 😢
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