MY CHILDHOOD IN BURGUNDY
I was born October 2, 1901, in Burgundy.
My mother traipsed off to Paris, leaving me with my grandmother, who now found herself with half a dozen youngsters on her hands--her three daughters had made her a present of the job of bringing them up. . . . We were six little love-babies, our fathers having overlooked the little matter of acknowledging us, and my mother sent five francs a month to pay for my board.
When I was five or six years old, they put me in the day-nursery. I remember, they gave me soup with bread in it to eat there. In the yard, there was a big bench, very long and very low. I used to hike up my dress and sit down on it. I had a little playmate who was eight. His name was Henri, and he had long dark hair that fell down to his shoulders. I thought he was simply grand, because my own head was always peeled like a boy's.
This saved my grandmother a lot of work. My five cousins, both the boys and the girls, were peeled like me, and they used to run a scrub-brush over our heads to get the cooties out (which didn't keep me from having plenty of 'em just the same).


