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POW at Surgères, and Gitta decided that she would go and get him. The only problem was that she couldn’t drive. This was not going to stop her. She went to see the person in charge at the Town Hall and said she wanted to take her driving license. My father’s car was there, all she had to do was learn how to drive it. And so she did.
A week or so later, she took her driver’s license. I still remember her laughing voice telling us that story. The driving inspector (or whatever you called him) made her go downhill in Trouville and she told us how terrified she was, how she had forgotten where the brake was and started waving at the people around and shouting: “go away, go away!”, as the car was speeding down the hill.
Nevertheless, the driving inspector granted her her license. He knew she really needed it, she promised she would be extra careful and those were extraordinary circumstances, even for a driving inspector 😉
Deauville Town Hall, packed everything and everyone into the car, and off they left, Gitta, her mother-in-law Léa, her sister-in-law Fanny and her son Félix,
They got near Surgères safe and sound but Gitta never got around to driving again after that. I suppose she never even felt like it. But she was a pioneer among her family and friends. The first woman with a driver’s license even if she never used it.
Some 25 years later, I took and passed my driver’s license but never really drove until the death of my husband, Roland. I have been driving ever since, not because I like it, but out of necessity.
I was wondering why my recently born photoblog, which I just renamed Claude’s Daily Snap, (it seemed that One Photo a Day was such a popular name that my photoblog would be lost) was getting more visitors than usual. Well, I’m delighted to say that it has been mentioned in the Art and Culture section of Internet Weekly Report.