Bonjour! Maggie here- and welcome to today’s blog post. I want to start by saying that today’s visits and topics are quite heavy. We found the visit to Oradour to be completely heartbreaking, infuriating, surreal, shocking and so much more. This will be discussed further in the blog.
“Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” -George Santayana
We started the day bright and early, hopping on the bus and driving out toward Oradour. As we pulled into town, visions of the remains of the village could be seen peeking over hills. A once lively safe haven for all of its habitants. We arrived with some time to spare, so we headed to a small cafe.
We finished up and it was time to make our way down to the memorial museum portion of the morning. There we were handed a special device which played English dialogue that matched the exhibit. As we made our way through the exhibit the heaviness really set in. Images of children, families, young adults my age, and elders really emphasized the identities of the innocent souls taken.
The Story of Oradour:
On June 10th, 1944 just a few days after D-Day. The German military, feeling pressure from the French resistance began to gear up for action. It is unclear if they believed Oradour to be a place hiding resistance fighters or if they wanted to “send a message.” But regardless, 200 soldiers woke up that morning and surrounded the innocent town.
Every person was ordered to gather in the center square of town. The men were then separated from the women and children. Most of the men lives were taken in a near by barn whether that be by fire or gun wound. The women and children were then locked inside the church. Their tragic ending starts with a series of hand grenades thrown into the building, smoke filled the air. It is reported that at this point they were all panicking and trying to get out. The Germans then entered and shot rounds at them. It was a haunting sight to see bullet holes in the wall when walking through the old church. They finished off the village by setting fire to almost everything.
It was reported that only 6 people escaped this massacre. 642 people were killed. 247 women. 205 children. 190 men.
Walking through the village:
After the memorial we entered the old village. Cobblestone streets, sidewalks and brick buildings sit there broken and burnt. We all took our time to go through the streets and reflect on what we just learned and were currently feeling. The burnt cars, melted in place as well as one of the children’s schools and the church were the most difficult places to view in my opinion.

Here is a picture of the children’s school.
The visit as a whole served as a really important reminder that World War II and this specific event did not happen that long ago. These people had vehicles and sewing machines. We all agreed that there are events happening right now in the world that in some way, resemble this event.
So with heavy hearts, we made our way back to the bus stop, glimpses of the rubble still visible. It was quite a quiet ride back into town.
We then had a small break to find some lunch. Several folks opted to go into the grocery store, others found nearby restaurants. Feeling a bit better after eating, we boarded a bus towards Condorcet & Roussillon (two schools!)
Upon arrival we split into groups and went off to different classrooms. Yelena and I went to a first grade room where we read our presentation book about UVM & Vermont. The children were so excited to ask questions! We also were lucky to observe some songs as well as a vocabulary lesson!
As we finished up in the schools, we walked over to a library dedicated to education. Here we met Sandrine Simon (faculty at the University of Limoges), who gave us a tour and introduced us to some other education students. At the library, books on curriculum, children’s books & special topics like physical education could be used.

Preschool curriculum books!
It was lovely to view such a wonderful place for educators & students to access information, methods and resources needed to succeed! We said a quick “see you later!” to Sandrine and walked to our bus stop.
We also learned the French sign language for bathroom! If you notice the hand makes a “WC” which stands for water closet aka toilet!
After freshening up at the hotel, we walked up to our dinner spot where we met back up with Sandrine! We were hoping Philip would have arrived in Limoges by now. After all, pasta is his favorite food -- unfortunately one chair still remained empty. Nonetheless, it was lovely to chat with Sandrine a bit about special education and how it’s taught and practiced here in France!

It’s safe to say we are all ready for bed after such an emotionally and physically busy day.
Bonne nuit!
Maggie