There was a church on the Romainmôtier site sometime in the 5th century. You can still see the foundation outline from the 7th century constructions. It seems the abbey was, at times, deserted for years because of enemies in the area who had come down from Germany in the 8th century. But now it has all been restored. I’ve sung in it before. Weddings are celebrated there (reservations are years in advance).

The style is the fortress like Romanesque from the end of the first millennium. Son 2 told us about the Cluny monks that built the place. Their motto was "No work and all pray makes Jack a Cluny monk". (I’m still working on what that means.) Some say that these places are permeated with prayer. I don’t know. But finding the balance between prayer and work has always been a challenge, one I will try to do better at this next year.

This is another way families kept the dead in the ground in Edinburgh during those difficult days in the 1800’s. Imagine having the iron casket within the tomb and the iron fence (mortsafes) around the tomb. Makes me feel comfy.

Some tourism pushes the haunted, the dark and the scary stories of the burgh’s past with visits to the underground city where the poorest of the poor lived and died. One guide told us that during a time of plague the underground entrances were walled up and those below were left to die. “And some say” (please imagine the Scottish accent) “their spirits still infest those deep, dark dwellings.”

In this cemetery near the Greyfriar church, 1200 “Covenanters” (who supported a form of Presbyterianism) were imprisoned in 1679 for refusing to give in to the political (and religious) demands of the King Charles. There they spent the winter with little food and only the tombstones for protection.

The nearby area was where JK Rowling spent her time dreaming of Harry Potter and Hogwarts when she hardly had a shilling to her name. I’m still digging through her seventh tome, yet haven’t come to the part where Dumbledore comes out of the closet.

Don’t tell me how it ends…

We love museums, especially free ones. In the Scottish National Museum there is a section on Edinburgh and death. Fascinating, especially when you read about the Resurrectionists. They were not a sect of Presbyterianism, but rather 19th century body snatchers, grave robbers who would steal recently buried dead and sell the cadavers to the medical schools. It was a lucrative business, not even a felony and overlooked by many authorities, but an added burden on the loved-ones of the departed for they would have to protect the dead from thieves.

Check out the Iron Coffin below (click to enlarge). Now, imagine Greg, our favorite funeral home director, trying to store that into his vehicle with his well-publicized grace.

Dad, Sons 1 and 2, and I have all read a stack of books about WWII. And with that knowledge, you walk on the sands and see through the mind’s eye the landing craft dumping their human cargo onto the beach. And man, these beaches are deep with hundreds of feet to the embankment. You “see” those enemy soldiers doing all they can to keep you on that beach. To never let you off of it. Ever.

Most of the French language tour books about Normandy consecrate just a few pages to the landings and even though that’s regrettable, it’s understandable. For Normandy is more than a battlefield. It’s a place where people worked and farmed and fished and raised families and holidayed long before the débarquement (D-Day), and it’s right that those same everyday activities continue, even on the beaches and in the fields and along the hedges where so many gave their lives. To turn the entire area into a memorial would defeat the purpose of the invasion.

The cemeteries scattered around are an appropriate enough memorial, as are the everyday activities of the people who live in Normandy, people who still live free…

At least politically free.

At Colleville, the French have given to America a large plot of land above Omaha Beach. 9,387 US soldiers are buried there. You will also find a wall inscribed with the names of over 1000 soldiers who went missing in action during the Normandy campaign. It is moving to walk the pathways that lead along the beach cliffs past thousands of white crosses, along with the occasional Star of David, which sprout out of the well-kept lawns. Both Wife and I where surprised by the number of French visitors, young and old, who were visiting the graves. The cemetery is beautifully maintained by the American Battle Monuments Commission.

Over 20,000 Germans are buried in this simple cemetery near Cambe. Several thousand of the grave markers simply read: Ein Deutscher Soldat. It is small, austere, and a place for deep reflection.

You can click on all the pictures of the last few days for enlargements.

Pegasus bridge is now the name of the Caen Canal crossing where Major John Howard and his men landed their gliders just after midnight on June 6. (Stephan Ambrose wrote an entire book on this one operation.) The British successfully took the bridge and held “on till relieved”. (For those of you who’ve watched The Longest Day, that command is repeated in a haunting voice 4 times during the film… It becomes unintentionally comic!)

Sword beach is just a short drive away (as is Ouistrehem, where the French led a bloody attack on the German’s communication center). Dad carefully collected sand from that beach (as he did from all the beaches). Then we headed down to Juno and Gold, where the children flew a kite in gale force winds while us older folks sipped coffee in a nearby hotel lobby.

We spent most of our time in Switzerland except for the 5 day trip to Normandy. The region of Basse Normandie (yes, there is an Haute Normandie too) was a well-known tourist destination long before June 6, 1944… Just think Mont Saint-Michel and the birthplace of Guillaume the Conqueror. Though the water is cold, the wide beaches off the Côte de Nacre served rich summer vacationers, (though less popular than those of the French Riviera).

Check out the link for a map of the area if you need a reminder of locations and distances. Zoom in and out to find the 5 landing beaches (Utah, Omaha, Gold, Juno and Sword) along with the infamous cliffs at Pointe du Hoc (west of Omaha beach).

Most battlefield tours of the area begin at the Peace Museum (or Peace Memorial) in Caen. It’s a wonderful museum that covers not only WWII, but the build-up to war from 1918 on. It’s fascinating and “global”, keeping the interest of history buff and novice alike.

Thanks for stopping by… and see you on Friday. 

But they did.

On the way back to Lausanne, we stopped at Avenches where there’s a first century Roman amphitheater and ruins of Roman baths. Dad, wearing his Western hat and wandering in the beautiful Swiss countryside, was a "roamin’ cowboy".

We are hanging around Lausanne tomorrow (someone’s turning 48) and then be with the church on Sunday. Monday we are heading to the Normandy beaches.