{"id":807,"date":"2019-08-07T12:46:17","date_gmt":"2019-08-07T16:46:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thoughtsredacted.com\/?p=807"},"modified":"2019-08-07T13:20:56","modified_gmt":"2019-08-07T17:20:56","slug":"cookies-for-your-country","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thoughtsredacted.com\/?p=807","title":{"rendered":"Cookies for your Country"},"content":{"rendered":"\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I haven&#8217;t written a postcard post in a while, but that ISN&#8217;T because I&#8217;ve quit the hobby. Rather the opposite, in fact; I &#8220;met&#8221; a family through a postcard and dived completely down a rabbit hole, which has just gotten bigger and bigger as I&#8217;ve learned more and more about things that never fell into my wheelhouse before.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Here&#8217;s the card that started it all, which I purchased in Paris in 2017:<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\r\n<figure class=\"alignleft is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/thoughtsredacted.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/021-Sacre-Coeur-Front-417x640.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone wp-image-809\" src=\"https:\/\/thoughtsredacted.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/021-Sacre-Coeur-Front-417x640.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"212\" height=\"326\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thoughtsredacted.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/021-Sacre-Coeur-Front-417x640.jpg 417w, https:\/\/thoughtsredacted.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/021-Sacre-Coeur-Front-417x640-195x300.jpg 195w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 212px) 100vw, 212px\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\r\n<figure class=\"alignright is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/thoughtsredacted.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/021-Sacre-Coeur-Back-640x414.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone wp-image-811\" src=\"https:\/\/thoughtsredacted.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/021-Sacre-Coeur-Back-640x414.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"252\" height=\"163\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thoughtsredacted.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/021-Sacre-Coeur-Back-640x414.jpg 640w, https:\/\/thoughtsredacted.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/021-Sacre-Coeur-Back-640x414-300x194.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 252px) 100vw, 252px\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\">\r\n<p>My dear cousins, If it will not disturb you, we will visit you on Thursday the 13th sometime between 3 and 4 o&#8217;clock. Best wishes, Francois Bodevin<\/p>\r\n<\/blockquote>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I have tried and tried to find anything at all about Francois. The name is uncommon, but common enough that I can&#8217;t pin it down, and of course I don&#8217;t have his address. He mailed the card from a post office near the Arc de Triomphe and his cousins, if they were indeed such, lived 3.5km to the southwest. I can find no link between a family of Bodevins and a family of Augiers.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The latter, fortunately, were not hard to find at all, despite the fact that &#8220;Emile Augier&#8221; is a name shared with one of France&#8217;s great writers. Fortuntaely the Emile Augier of the <br \/>Acad\u00e9mie fran\u00e7aise died a full 17 years before this card was sent, so I was able to sort them out pretty easily.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\r\n<figure class=\"alignright\">\r\n<div id=\"attachment_816\" style=\"width: 309px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"https:\/\/thoughtsredacted.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/d4ae39a2-6f43-474c-8132-4ade15fc6e3f-471x640-1.jpg\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-816\" class=\"wp-image-816\" src=\"https:\/\/thoughtsredacted.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/d4ae39a2-6f43-474c-8132-4ade15fc6e3f-471x640-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"299\" height=\"407\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thoughtsredacted.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/d4ae39a2-6f43-474c-8132-4ade15fc6e3f-471x640-1.jpg 299w, https:\/\/thoughtsredacted.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/d4ae39a2-6f43-474c-8132-4ade15fc6e3f-471x640-1-220x300.jpg 220w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 299px) 100vw, 299px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-816\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><span style=\"background-color: #ffffff; font-size: 12px;\">Emile Augier (photo from the <\/span><a style=\"background-color: #ffffff; font-size: 12px;\" href=\"https:\/\/webmuseo.com\/ws\/musee-suresnes\/app\/collection\/expo\/51\">Musee de Suresnes<\/a><span style=\"background-color: #ffffff; font-size: 12px;\">)<\/span><\/p><\/div>\r\n<\/figure>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">My guy was born Eugene Jean Baptiste Emile in Lyon in 1864. His father Noel was a merchant of some sort and his mother Henriette was eighteen years old. By 1886 Emile lived in Bordeaux where he began working at <a href=\"https:\/\/biscuitsolibet.com\/\">Biscuits Olibet<\/a>, a cookie company pioneering the mass production of baked goods in cutting-edge factories. (There is a <a href=\"https:\/\/levainbio.com\/cb\/crebesc\/la-biscuiterie-olibet\/\">fascinating write-up of the factory<\/a> at The Center For Research and Study of Bakery. Also: there is a Center for Research and Study of Bakery. Day, made!) By 1901 Emile was the general manager of Olibet and a counselor on the Foreign Trade committee, and in 1915 he was a representative on the French delegation to the San Francisco World&#8217;s Fair.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I know this much about Emile because it was all carefully cataloged and preserved in the files of the Legion d&#8217;Honneur. I&#8217;m not entirely clear on the specific services he performed, but during WWI he utilized his experience as a manager and with mass-production techniques to help bolster and preserve the French economy, and in 1920 he was awarded the title of Chevalier.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The postcard addresses two cousins, of course, and Mrs. Augier is where my rabbit hole started. She herself hasn&#8217;t left that much of a footprint, although she apparently started out well as a young lady of note to American society, if not\u00a0French. \r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-813\" style=\"font-size: 12px;\" src=\"https:\/\/thoughtsredacted.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Musical-Courier-Vol-57-Gotendorf-Augier-Marriage-2-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"406\" height=\"189\" align=\"right\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thoughtsredacted.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Musical-Courier-Vol-57-Gotendorf-Augier-Marriage-2-1.jpg 448w, https:\/\/thoughtsredacted.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Musical-Courier-Vol-57-Gotendorf-Augier-Marriage-2-1-300x140.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 406px) 100vw, 406px\" \/>\r\nHer father was born in the US but lived much of his life in Europe, and her mother was born in France but had a celebrity history in the US, and they will be a post unto themselves. Isabelle married Emile in 1908 and they had four sons and a daughter, the latter of whom died at 11 years old. The Augier household was frequently mentioned in Parisian who&#8217;s-who publications in the early 1910s.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Emile died in 1937, and Isabelle lived another 29 years to pass away in 1966.<\/p>\r\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I haven&#8217;t written a postcard post in a while, but that ISN&#8217;T because I&#8217;ve quit the hobby. 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