Except for the church bells tolling most of the day, there isn’t much going on in Sainte-Mère-Église on Sundays. Of course, there are the walking tour, restaurants, and trinket and bead shops, but no places of interest within walking distance that we had not already seen, and no buses to get to the sites that are further away.
At the tourist shop, we were surprised to find books not sold at the bookstore. More amazingly, we found photos of Dennis’ father and leads to more information. Dennis was as thrilled as a kid at Christmas and bubbled with excitement.
We visited the church where there are two stain-glass windows honoring the parachutists of the 82nd Airborne. The picture on the right depicts Saint Michael and the insignia of various Allied military units that fought in or near the village.
It is remarkable how the people of Sainte-Mère-Église continue to commemorate those that liberated them that night of June 5, 1944 and the days following. It also honors the civilians who died at that time. Next year will be the 70th anniversary.
Below is the tree where Dennis’ father’s parachute was hung up. As bullets whizzed by, he cut the ropes to the chute–and part of his thumb in haste–fell about 30 feet, and then ran off to join other members of his team. Once gathered together, some came back to liberate the town and others went to capture a Bridge at La Fiere, a marsh three kilometers away.
Incredible about Dennis’s father! I felt the same way when I went to Piltz, the village in Poland where my parents were born, in 2001 and found my mother’s birth certificate from 1892 and when I went to the Brussels Archives in Belgium and found a complete file on my family’s and my stay in Antwerp in 1933-4.
Sonia,
I can imagine how you felt, especially after seeing Dennis’ reaction; even I was teary-eyed.
Quite a story about Dennis’ father.
Dave,
It is quite a story, especially when you see how many jumped from planes and how many survived. And to think that he did five combat jumps!
i’m glad that you were able to find photos of dennis’s father. that must have been a wonderful experience,
It’s fascinating to read about those times and what Dennis’ father endured. It makes someone who has never done anything so scary as fight in a war, wonder just what I would do under similar circumstances, besides cry of course. Loved the church window.
Donna Jean,
I too wonder what my reaction would be and if I would have the courage…unless we are tested, I guess we never know.