WALKING IN THE STEPS OF…

October 1, 2026

Reims, France

WWI Battlefields

When I was a student in Tour 48 years ago our group toured around many of the chateaux in the Loire valley. We were studying the history of the region; it always struck me that I could be standing where King Francois 1st stood, or where Henri de Navarre was killed trying to take over the throne. The history seemed to speak from the walls.

Walking the Camino I was always reminded that I was following the footsteps of pilgrims from before the time of Jesus.

Today Glen and I walked in the steps of his grandfather who fought in WWI. This is a pilgrimage of a different sort, and a pilgrimage nonetheless. I won’t say much here because this is really Glen’s story to tell. I can only share that it was moving to stand where so many young men fought and died to stop the Germans from trying to capture all of France. I stood in their cemeteries and felt the impact of their sacrifice. British and Americans stood side by side with the French to save their country. There was bravery, honor, and sacrifice for something greater than themselves.

German trenches. These were built using concrete; that’s why they are so well preserved.
Someone came to leave flowers at the grave of an unknown soldier.
There are no words
Memorial built for the Americans who sacrificed their lives in the Battle of Saint Mihiel which brought the war almost to conclusion. Glen’s grandfather fought here
The flagpole was originally part of the monument but after it came down several times it was removed.

This is a Saint Nicholas cookie made out of spice bread. The tradition in this particular region of France is that there was a butcher who would grab children, cut them up and keep the pieces. Hey I didn’t promise a nice tidy story. So one day Saint Nicholas comes along (he wasn’t a saint then), goes to the butcher, returns all the children to life and takes them away from the butcher. On December 6, which is the feast day of Saint Nicholas all children receive a gift and a Saint Nicholas cookie. The story and tradition is unique to this area in France.

Published by michelleperram

I am me, a person with love for others, a passion to be creative, and a desire to be a cheerleader for others. I’m a wife, a mommy, and a grandma (you can call me by my grandma name “Lady M”). I’m on a search to grow and connect more fully with God. I didn’t grow up particularly church, married a man who had, and we raised our three daughters in the church. I found a place to belong in the church and somehow discerned a call to go to seminary. I received a Masters of Arts and Religious Communication (MARC). I went on to become ordained as a deacon in the United Methodist Church and served in media ministry and Christian education. As clergy I found that I didn’t have a place to belong in the church so I left the United Methodist Church in 2010. I still believe and I’m still on a quest to draw closer to God. And I’m going to walk the Camino de Santiago.

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