Forever Guilty

Living since the mid-eighteenth century for several generations in the southeastern part of Austria-Hungary surrounded by neighbors whose family names were Hungarian Slavic or in increasing numbers German my French family name was a rarity if not a curio that was most often badly pronounced especially by my teasing friends in high school. Before the war I asked my father to explain but he always refused declaring “Since we had been kicked out from France we shall never return.” However having fo...See More