WWII Roman Aqueduct Bridge, Morlaix, Brittany 1940 - 1941
CONNECTING WITH MY BRETON ANCESTRY FOR HEALING
The town of Morlaix, France is the birthplace and final resting place for many of my French ancestors--grandfather, great-grandfather, great-grandmother, two great-uncles, and a great-aunt—many of whom died during WW II or shortly thereafter. One of my great-uncles, General Paul Rumen was a highly decorated WW II hero who died in Buchenwald leaving behind a legacy of courage and resilience.
I’m entering a two-year battle with cancer, and drawing upon the strength of my Breton ancestors and their life stories as a source of inspiration in my fight to live. I’m an American who lives outside Orlando, Florida over 4,000 miles from the Brittany coast. I find myself ready for a “journey” that will take me across the Atlantic, into the heart of Brittany to explore the world of my Breton ancestors and discover the healing power of connecting with my roots.
Bob's Great Grandparents Summer Home Villa St Pol, Carantec in early 1900s
My mother Christiane Rumen, 1947
My mother was born in Nantes and raised in the Saint-Mande suburb of Paris. After World War II she met and married my father a U.S. Army Colonel and moved to the United States.
I have fond memories of my French grandparents, great-uncle, and great-aunt. At the age of two, I moved with my mother from the United States to live in Paris with my grandparents, and at the age of five, they enrolled me in first grade at an International School in Paris. I cherish the memories of the summers I spent with them on the Isle de Noirmoutier and listening to childhood stories my mom would tell me about the “good life” my great-grandparents enjoyed before the war at Villa St Pol, their summer home on Carantec Island.
Bob is 1 year old (1949) with his mom and grandparents on Noirmoutier Island, France
One day in April 2022 during the most intense period of my chemotherapy and radiation treatments a chance encounter with a French gentleman lead to a stunning discovery: a long-lost cousin who shares my passion for spiritual writing and the power of connecting with our ancestors. My daughter received an email from a French gentleman living in a small town not far from Grenoble, claiming to be my “French cousin.” He had in his possession childhood photos of my mother in his family album. He had contacted my daughter and found her on the internet due to her social media presence in the French wine field. He explained that he was passionate about family genealogy and that his mother’s grandmother was my grandmother’s first cousin and that she had taken care of my mother when she was little living in Nantes. His investigation uncovered an old “immigration” photo taken of my mother in 1947 when she arrived in New York. He had spent months searching on the internet for her descendants and after considerable research was able to locate us, sending us a reconstruction of our family tree and other documents that he was able to uncover through his research.
I now communicate regularly with my cousin, exploring the hidden corners of our family tree, sharing photos and stories of our ancestors, and uncovering a shared history that spans over the centuries. His mother is my age, he has two grown children, a son, and a daughter as I do. We are of similar temperament and share the same birthday (April 25). He writes telling me about the long walks he takes not far from his home and the stops he makes along the way to pray for me in a small twelfth-century chapel. We enjoy delving into our inner selves and “connecting” with our ancestors for greater healing. It's a mystery how our paths and stories have crossed and that connecting with my Breton ancestors would be my personal healing path.
12th century Chapel in St. Didier d’Aosta in the department of Isere (38)