This is the autobiography of a 20th century Frenchwoman named Emilie Carles (née Allais in 1900), a peasant from a tiny village in the high Alps of southeastern France, called Val-des-Prés.
She shares with conviction and interesting detail the story of her childhood and life in a modest farm family, and the trials she overcame to become a schoolteacher when education and leaving her community was a totally foreign concept to her fellow peasants. She lost her mother as a young child and was raised by her upright, kind father who did not know how to communicate well with her or relate to her ambitions, but whom she adored because of his goodness and support for her throughout her life.
In her adolescence, she lost her brother to World War I, along with her much loved brother-in-law, and his wife, her sister, to childbirth. She lost another sister to mental health issues and helped raise her children.
The family survived brutal, harsh mountain winters and modest income. They dealt with the sweeping 20th century technological changes. Later, as a married woman with a family, she endured World War II.
After decades of teaching French schoolchildren in mountain communities in the Briançon region, in her 70s she became an activist against a proposed highway in the 1970s that would have run right through her small valley and ruined the breathtaking peace and beauty that made it so special.
The most moving part of the book for me was her relationship with her husband, Jean, whom she met on a chance encounter on a train ride from Grenoble. She said his kindness and gregarious nature brought out the best in her, and together they created a family and a life filled with friendships and the joys of country living. She taught. He was a handyman—a painter. They refurbished an old hotel and invited young couples to stay there at low cost and created 3+ decades of memories there.
She and her husband were extreme pacifists. She had strong views about education and about the war. I have empathy for her perspective about war, reading recently about her and others who suffered through the great global conflicts and how families like Emilie’s were upended forever by paying the dearest of prices, often without the proper appreciation or subsequent care from their country that conscripted their service.
However her communist and socialist political views were foreign and anathema to me and I don’t think she understood the global threat to peace posed by Hitler and other fascists, and why the world was compelled to act against his wicked ambitions.
But I was reading this book for a taste of rural mountain life in the early and mid-20th century, and I found her account and her as a person to be courageous, selfless, thoughtful, and kind.
I like reading strong, articulate first person glimpses of lives that are very different than mine. Especially ones from different places and eras. I find it satisfying to discover threads of shared experience that help me remember and appreciate our shared humanity, no matter where in the world we are from or in what era we live.
Emilie Carles was a force to be reckoned with. A wife, a mother, an educator, a farm girl, a gatherer of people, a servant to those in need, and appreciator of nature and the best parts of the old ways of life while embracing the inevitability of change, a protector of wild places, a reluctant but influential activist, and a great writer. I’m glad I spent time getting to know her.
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I picked this book up from Deseret Industries sometime in 2022, and was drawn to it from my library after finishing Caroline Moorehead‘s book, Village of Secrets, about another small town in eastern France, Le Chambon, and the story of their resistance to the Nazi occupation of WWII.