Word: sauveur
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Quebec's picturesque Lower Town lies the district of St. Sauveur, a ragged slum in which French Canadians cling to "a mode of life tenaciously wedded to the past and resistant to all progress, obstinately refusing any kind of change for the reason that all change was brought about by outsiders." Unlike the rest of Quebec City's picture-postcard prettiness, St. Sauveur is a wretched place: its proletarian "mulots" are ignorant and desperately poor, its bourgeois "soyeux" (silken ones) often bigoted and pretentious...
Roger Lemelin, himself the son of a mulot, has drawn, in The Town Below, a thickly atmospheric portrait of St. Sauveur. He wrote it on the family kitchen table, while his numerous brothers & sisters did their homework on the other end. Lemelin loves the vivid, sharp-tongued mulots but at times he is overcome with despair over their backwardness and superstitions...
They had a right to be. In liberated Corsica, French rowdies had clipped and stripped whores who had dealt with Germans (see cut). In the Norman village of St.-Sauveur-le-Vicomte, townsfolk had rounded up a dozen poules, cropped their hair, paraded them through the streets, reviled them for trafficking with Germans...
Passing Through. Battle-weary but still pushing on, the 82nd made a daring crossing of the Douve River. By nightfall Thursday, its general had his command post at a turreted chateau overlooking St.-Sauveur-le-Vicomte. In the morning, the general personally reconnoitered the frail, sagging bridge leading into the crumbling, burning village, decided it would do. The 82nd marched...
They got their chance; the 82nd was too spent to exploit its breakthrough. So while one regiment of the 9th pushed west from Néhou, through St.-Jacques, another regiment passed the tired 82nd, pushed through St.-Sauveur in a parallel thrust. The enemy's 77th Division put up a bitter rear-guard fight, was savagely cut up and broken; those who could, escaped -but the wrong way, to the north...