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I have written here more than once about my being born in Barcelona in 1935

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That was less than 12 months before the  grim clouds of Spanish fascism morphed into a officer led rebellion against the liberal socialist Republic that had been voted into power in a recent election in the seesaw battle between all the opposing political forces in Spain pre-WW II.

It is with some pleasure that I read “Hemingway Reports Spain Part I” in TNR book section this morning:


It was a lovely false spring day when we started for the front this morning. Last night, coming in to Barcelona, it had been gray, foggy, dirty and sad, but today it was bright and warm, and pink almond blossoms colored the gray hills and brightened the dusty green rows of olive trees.

Then, outside of Reus, on a straight smooth highway with olive orchards on each side, the chauffeur from the rumble seat shouted, “Planes, planes!” and, rubber screeching, we stopped the car under a tree.

“They’re right over us,” the chauffeur said, and, as this correspondent dove headforward into a ditch, he looked up sideways, watching a monoplane come down and wing over and then evidently decide a single car was not worth turning his eight machine guns loose on.

Hemingway’s clear prose style gives me an indelible picture of the Spain of 1938 when my father was deciding, while enduring the onslaught of daily bombings in Barcelona by Italian aircraft from Majorca, when to leave that beleagured city.

Less then 12 months later he and the rest of our family were in Paris, which was clearly in the way of Hitler’s helter skelter plans to defeat the armies of the European democracies before undertaking the final fatal battle against the USSR.

It’s odd how writings from that time, like Hemingway’s don’t go away, They just keep popping up when and where I least expect. These writing only remind me about my unfinished writing job.

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2010/06/10 at 19:26

The Internet, the resource that keeps on giving to me!

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How else could I find these words by Chomsky in a current issue of The Nation that offer a telling counterpoint to the  seemingly fascinating expat experience of me and my parents in Barcelona before, during and after the Spanish Civil War:

Among the most memorable of these materials is a collection of primary documents about collectivization, published in 1937 by the CNT, the anarcho-syndicalist union that is celebrating its centenary this year. One contribution has resonated in my mind ever since, by peasants of the village of Membrilla. I would like to quote parts of it:

In [the] miserable huts [of Membrilla] live the poor inhabitants of a poor province; eight thousand people, but the streets are not paved, the town has no newspaper, no cinema, neither a café nor a library…. Food, clothing and tools were distributed equitably to the whole population. Money was abolished, work collectivized, all goods passed to the community, consumption was socialized. It was, however, not a socialization of wealth but of poverty…. The whole population lived as in a large family; functionaries, delegates, the secretary of the syndicates, the members of the municipal council, all elected, acted as heads of a family. But they were controlled, because special privilege or corruption would not be tolerated. Membrilla is perhaps the poorest village of Spain, but it is the most just.

These words, by some of the most impoverished peasants in the country, capture with rare eloquence the achievements and promise of the anarchist revolution. The achievements did not, of course, spring up from nothing. They were the outcome of many decades of struggle, experiment, brutal repression – and learning. The concept of how a just society should be organized was in the minds of the population when the opportunity arose. The experiment in creating a world of freedom and justice was crushed all too soon by the combined forces of fascism, Stalinism and liberal democracy. Global power centers understood very well that they must unite to destroy this dangerous threat to subordination and discipline before turning to the secondary task of dividing up the spoils.

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Written by BobG in Dalian & Vancouver

2010/05/10 at 11:54

Confraternisation de militants anarchistes et d’agents de la Guardia Civil

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Confraternisation de militants anarchistes et d’agends de la Guardia Civil

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This photo is part of a recently revealed archive of photos of conflict and fraternizing between opposing fighters during the early part of the Spanish Civil war in Barcelona.

I probably l had just gotten out, or was about to get out, of Barcelona by way of a car convoy to Andorra, on the Franco-Spanish border in the High Pyrenees with my mother, siblings and nanny, Pensa Gomez.

It’s amazing how bits and pieces from that time in Spain and Europe that touch ever so slightly on my own living experiences then continue to filter out. It’s only through the ubiquity of information on the Web that I can get this stuff. The Web has helped me put together more of my own story in Barcelona in 1936 and France in 1939-40.

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Written by BobG in Dalian & Vancouver

2009/12/06 at 09:23

Photo archive from the Spanish Civil War – Death after bombardment of Lerida

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Not an ordinary scene. Those dark objects in the background are probably dead horses. I have a picture of myself and my father next to a car, in the French Pyrenees not far from Spain, that looks a lot like the one in this photo!

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Written by BobG in Dalian & Vancouver

2009/12/05 at 10:30

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A word picture of Barcelona in 1937

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Since my father worked, as a manager of the Royal Bank of Canada, and lived in Barcelona during 2/3rds of the Spanish Civil War, I have often wondered how working and living conditions were there. Of course, it is factually accurate that I was born in Barcelona October 8, 1935.

This morning I googled into an essay by Albert Weisbord and encountered this word picture that seemed quite authentic and credible to me:

The appearance of Barcelona in May 1937 proclaimed unmistakably that the proletariat was now asserting itself. All the important buildings in the center of the city were occupied by workers organizations. The top floors of Hotel Oriente had been taken over by the Syndicalists and on Via Durutti (renamed after a popular Anarchist leader who fell in battle a year ago) the National Confederation of Labor (C.N.T.) made its headquarters in the magnificent building which formerly housed the Chamber of Commerce. Hotel Falcon had been converted into a center for the Workers Party of Marxist Unification (P.O.U.M.), especially for its soldiers on leave from the front. On the exclusive Pasco de Gracias a beautiful building had been taken over by the Unification Socialist Party of Catalonia (P.S.U.C.) and was now the Case Karl Marx. An enormous propaganda sign covered its basement and first floor but when the fighting began in May, at once the sign had been ripped and the machine guns concealed behind it had opened fire on the revolutionary workers who were behind the barricades in the streets.

One startling innovation was the huge picture of Stalin three stories high which stared at one from the facade of the Hotel Colon, the swankiest hotel in Barcelona which had also been requisitioned by the P.S.U.C. It seems the picture had been accompanied by a picture of Lenin of similar size, but Lenin’s picture had fallen down (let those who will look for a hidden symbolism in this incident) and had never been replaced.

Las Remblas and Plaza Catalunya were a riot of color not only with the red flags of the Communists and Socialists and the red and black flags of the Anarcho-Syndicalists, but with other enormous banners and signs placed over the avenue and center of the square. Here in bright pictures and large letters the masses were called upon to fight fascism and to build a new society. The old street names had been replaced to honor Spanish revolutionists or even Russian celebrities who had caught popular fancy (such as Calle Pavlov or Calle Tolstoy).

The sunny calm that in 1932 had pervaded the city’s thoroughfares had given way to a contagious atmosphere of strain. It was civil war now in all its grimness. Many streets were still torn up where the recent barricades had been erected. The barracks of the old guards near the Columbus column were in a state of complete destruction, a reminder of the July days of 1936, with huge shell holes marking the spot where the cannon of Montjuic in the hands of the workers had smashed the resistance of the guards and had forced them to come down from the top of the column where they had placed their machine guns and to surrender.

The straw-sandaled picturesque dancers in the streets, the gay crowds hanging about the sidewalk cafes, all had vanished. Now groups stood tensely to hear the radio reports of casualties from the front and the stern directives for the citizen on how to win the war. At night all lights were out; searchlights played over the city and on every corner placards notified people where to go in case of an air raid or bombardment. Soldiers, home on leave from the front, were everywhere.

But if the old civil guards in the patent leather hats had disappeared to go with Franco, new guards and police, the Asaltos and Carbineros, had been formed by the conservative elements in the government. These bodies were now apolitical and deadly enemies of the old Workers Patrol Control which had been dominated by the trade unions and revolutionary parties. Once again there was appearing the ubiquitous spy and the night raid. Daily, nightly, individuals known to be active members of this or that revolutionary organization would simply disappear never to be seen again.

Even for the moneyed stranger life was not what it used to be. Few hotels could boast of hot water or warm baths. Food was becoming poor in quality even in the pensions and restaurants where meals were restricted to two courses with one small piece of bread per customer. For the rest of the people there were bread and milk lines while olive oil, tobacco, charcoal, soap and medical supplies had become very scarce. In general only simple fare was obtainable consisting of rabbit, muscles, plain cuts of meat and rice, the standbys of the poorer classes. Nevertheless in certain restaurants patronized by the officials and by well-to-do strangers in the know such delicacies as lobster, chicken, ice cream and strawberries might be enjoyed. Evidently Catalonia was still far from having realized the Socialist Commonwealth where all would be treated alike.

Gone were the pleasant diversions which formerly used to ease the stay of the tourists in the city. In the fashionable neighborhood near Tibidabo the buildings had been sequestered as sanitoriums or hospitals for the wounded, homes for refugees or orphaned children and similar institutions of social welfare. The cable cars, deserted, no longer operated. The fountains of Montjuic likewise were silent… who would want to spend money on colored waters when there was dire need for arms and munitions for the front and hundreds of thousands of the best blood of Spain were dying on the field of battle? The fortress of Montjuic was still there (The Anarchists had captured it for a brief moment during the fighting of the May Days) but as for the old prison, the bastille in which so many champions of the people had suffered torments in the old days, the populace of Barcelona had stormed it and released the prisoners.

As for the music halls with their accompanying prostitution, after July, 1936, when the workers had crushed the fascist revolt throughout Catalonia and were on the road to becoming the chief power, there had been a determined effort to stomp out these hotbeds of vice. Many of the pimps were killed and the women liberated. Educational posters were spread throughout the city advising the soldiers that prostitution was the disgrace of the army and the degradation of the women; it was an agency of Franco and must be stamped out. But in the months that had elapsed since then, during which the influence of the workers’ organizations was waning, there had been a general relaxation of discipline and the dance halls were now open once more with their languishing sirens. By June the Syndicalists had been ousted from Hotel Oriente where now a hot abaret flourished.

How far the revolution had emancipated the women of Spain was an intriguing question for all those who had followed the heroic participation of these women in the actual fighting in defence of their country. To what extent had the old semi-harem status of the feminine sex, so strongly rooted in the traditions of the country, actually broken down? It must be confessed that, in spite of the efforts of the progressive forces in Spain, the enlightenment of the women has not proceeded very far. In everyday life the customs of centuries still had their grip on personal relationships.

Women in Spain were still divided into two simple groups, prostitutes and respectable women, the latter consisting of cloistered virgins and fanatically loyal mates. Revolutionary soldiers could be found beating their wives and even so-called professional revolutionists were still ready to kill their life companions if they were caught conversing with other men. It is true that a certain breath of freedom has blown over the women. Its first expression have been rather freakish ones inspired by Hollywood, heads bleached blond and pained faces glaringly incongruous among the natural dark beauties of Spain. Women constituted still but a small percentage of the membership in the revolutionary organizations, and the women secretariats which had been recently appointed were having an exceedingly difficult time of it to make the men understand the need of drawing the women into the movement and the women to understand their place in the new social order.

Similarly with the school system. The Generalidad was making efforts to introduce new methods and curricula, yet in only two or three of the nine high schools of Barcelona had they succeeded to any great extent. Old fashioned methods of drill and an antiquated routine still prevailed in the rest. Attendance of children at school was not strictly enforced, although a great part of the people was still illiterate. Yet one could see that much more reading was being done on the whole by the adult population. In Las Rambles, adjacent to the flower stalls, large numbers of book stalls had now opened up selling revolutionary literature of all sorts. But it must be admitted that among the serious pamphlets and books, “literature” of a quite different sort was common: pornographic novels and magazines that purported to speak of physical culture, of nudism and the emancipation of women but in reality were cheap commercial ventures calculated only to stir up the sexual passions of the “liberated” readers.

Gone was the censorship of the clergy, as were the priests, monks and nuns themselves. The churches were no longer anything but blackened shells, where fire had finished whatever bombs and dynamite had left of their walls. Not a church was left standing intact in Barcelona except the old Cathedral which, singularly enough, had been preserved by all factions as a work of art.

Nothing so sharply characterized the change in regime that had taken place as the nature of the newspapers in circulation. All the old sheets that one used to read, El Debat, A.B.C., etc., were nowhere to be seen and their place was taken by the papers of the workers’ groups, formerly poorly printed sheets issued weekly in small numbers, but now grown to powerful dailies. Now it was “Soli”, Solidaridad Obrera, organ of the C.N.T. leading the way with a circulation of about 225,000, La Batalla, paper of the P.O.U.M., El Treball and Las Noticias, P.S.U.C. papers in Catalan and Spanish, that were most read. Many of the radio stations in operation in May – later they were all taken over by the government © were controlled by the same workers’ organizations. The programs that blared out most frequently consisted of news from the front, international news and propaganda or proclamations.

The workers factions were by no means in harmony among themselves, the chief quarrel being between those who wished to retain the present republic while fighting Franco, and those who wanted to pursue the revolution further along the lines of the Russian Revolution of October 1917. These latter groups (The Anarchists, the Syndicalists and the P.O.U.M.) had been mainly responsible for the collectivization of industry which is one of the most fundamental changes that have been effected in Catalonia. Restaurants, means of transportation, as well as all key industries have been thus collectivized.

During the fighting of the July Days of 1936, many owners of industry, shopkeepers and restaurateurs, tired of the perpetual tumult and fearful of their lives should a social revolution be successful, fled the country. To take over the abandoned enterprises and operate them was at once a natural step and a necessity for the continued economic existence of Catalonia. The expropriation was carried out principally by the C.N.T. which in the course of the past year has become the leading industrial corporation as well as the most powerful proletarian group. The change of direction was not effectuated without considerable confusion during the early period of workers’ control.

Oh my goodness! Doesn’t that sound like a place just east of hell on earth. My father’s superiors at the RBofC did urge him to leave Barcelona and he told them that he felt he must stay there to protect the lives and livelihood of his Spanish employees. Yes, this does sound like something my father would do and give as his reason for doing it. A bit sanctimonious, well meaning and taking himself more seriously than he should have, probably.

All during his lifetime he never told me anything about his experiences in Barcelona, not one thing! I inherited some papers from him that said little of fact or feelings.

After sending his wife and children back to Canada in July 1936, he came to get us in the fall of 1937 and brought us back to live in Vernet-l-bains in the French Pyrenees about 80 klicks west of Perpignan, a wonderful Provencal city of the “Cote Emeraude”.

HL & me '37

That’s my mother’s handwriting at the bottom of the photo.

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Written by BobG in Dalian & Vancouver

2009/08/28 at 08:15

Robert Capa’s lost negatives of the Spanish Civil War

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The NY Times offered us this slideshow of images from 1936 to 38 in Spain the other day.

I am posting this for those of my blog viewers who seem to be interested in “civil war street scenes”.

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Written by BobG in Dalian & Vancouver

2009/05/07 at 11:22

The 20th Century civil war in Spain that doesn’t go away

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Death of a loyalist soldier, 1936

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It is a fact that I was born in Barcelona, Oct 8, 1935. By August 1936 my mother, older sister and brother and my nanny ended up in Montmagny QC to live with my uncle Raymond and aunt Marguerite, who was my mother’s sister.

My very young life changed abruptly in July 1936 because of the Spanish Civil War. I ignored just about everything about that war until I retired in 2001 and began the process of learning about what had happened in Spain that led to that civil war and what happened during the war between 1936 and 1939.

Authorities in Spain have been dealing with requests to review what happened during the war and in the 40 some years after it during the reign of Franco, Spain’s last dictator and leader of the rebels who beat and replaced the ruling government of Spain in 1939.

This week another legal “shoe dropped” in Spain:

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Now they are opening graves, including the mass grave that is supposed to include the remains of Federico Gabriel Lorca.

How and when will this public regurgitation of that horrible past history end?

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Written by BobG in Dalian & Vancouver

2008/11/02 at 06:15

One more piece from the Spain my father moved to in April 1923

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It seems like a forlorn exercise. For the last few years I have attempting to recover information about Spain in the early 1920s, from books and the WWW, because my father and mother arrived in Barcelona in April/May 1923. My father was sent there by the Royal Bank of Canada to act is the Asst. Branch Manager in the Barcelona branch.

In a fuzzy sense I learned as a child that the Royal Bank’s activities in Barcelona had much to do with Barcelona Traction, which was an electrical utility incorporated in Toronto with early financing from the then Canadian Bank of Commerce.

This morning I was reading, as I do from time to time, Hugh Thomas‘ The Spanish Civil War. In 1919 the Anarchist Workers Union the CNT organized a complete work shutdown at the La Canadiense plant:

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Lots of mayhem resulted during this strike action with many pitched battles between workers, union organizers vs. pistoleros hired by the Guardia Civil and police & military forces in Barcelona.

These events were a small part of the historical trend since early in the 19th century which finally led to the Civil War in July 1936. But my birth family lived very well in this hot bed of anarchism and continuous street violence until 1936.

Here is a snap of my siblings and I in our garden in Barcelona in the early summer of 1936:

We do look peaceful and content enough in spite of the civil turmoil outside our garden. A month or so after this photo was taken we left Spain through Andorra to France and then Canada.

My father continued to work and live in Barcelona until the end of 1938.

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Written by BobG in Dalian & Vancouver

2008/09/18 at 09:57

Images of street fighting and air raid in Barcelona 1936-39

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Image above by Robert Capa. And street fighting in July 1936 below

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My father stayed in Barcelona for extended periods from the beginning of the Spanish Civil War in July 1936. He did not experience many threatening situations when hostilities broke out in Barcelona. At first Anarchists tended to have more visibility and apparent control but that changed once Stalin began using USSR contributions to the Republican cause and USSR agents maneuvered the Spanish Communist party into more control of the Republican governance.

But the beginning of the end for my father continuing to work and live in Catalonia began once the Italian Air Force began a major intervention with bombers from flying from Majorca while Franco’s Nationalist military forces began controlling more of the Spanish land mass and threatening Barcelona. He finally left after mid-1938 because daily bombings became a major hindrance to daily normality. Franco’s army entered Barcelona in the early spring of 1939 at about the same time that Hitler finished the takeover of Czechoslovakia. This was a bad time in Europe but much worse would soon come!

Savoia-Marchetti SM.81 in the Spanish Civil War
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Written by BobG in Dalian & Vancouver

2008/06/20 at 11:55

This is a remarkable day in history already!

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I was born on this day in 1935 in Barcelona, Spain. At the time of my birth, my parents, siblings and I were all British subjects.

My parents arrived in Barcelona in May 1923 so that my father could begin his appointment as Assistant Branch Manager of the Royal Bank in Barcelona. By the end of July 1936 my mother, siblings and my nanny Pensa Gomez were on our way to Montmagny QC since a bloody civil war broke out in Spain on July 17-18, 1936. Government forces supported by armed workers fought off Nationalist forces led by General Franco and his brother officers of the Spanish Army in Barcelona and Madrid.

It is an interesting coincidence that today some 72 years later the NY Times reports via AP news:

October 8, 2007

Spain Addresses Civil War, Dictatorship

Filed at 1:11 p.m. ET

MADRID, Spain (AP) — Spain took a bold first step toward addressing one of its darkest chapters — carving out an agreement that would honor victims on both sides of the Spanish civil war, and the ensuing rightwing dictatorship of Gen. Francisco Franco.

There is still work to do before the bill, known as the Historic Memory Law, becomes law, but an agreement reached Monday by lawmakers of the ruling Socialists and several smaller parties was a breakthrough after months of deadlock.

Spain’s 1936-1939 civil war left half a million people dead and pitted brother against brother. But dealing with the war’s atrocities and aftermath has been largely taboo, both in the Franco years and since the country returned to democracy in 1978, with many saying they would prefer not to dredge up painful memories.

That could all be about to change.

Update 10/5/11

Here is a link to a great Slideshare PPT about the history of conflict in Spain before, during and after the Civil War of 1936-39. Another re-visiting of history that affected my life from birth till I was 5 years old and living in Sherbrooke QC with my birth family recently back from the wars in Europe!

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2007/10/08 at 09:31