Beginnings:
When we visited Rosieres, France on a Sunday morning in September, 1989, it was a bit disappointing. I had hoped for one of those picturesque French villages, complete with town square, and some local shops. Instead, we found a very small town, with a square that was quite derelict, and one shop which had been closed for a long time. Peering through the window we could see one shelf with a solitary small box of something, leaning on its side.
We discovered that the newest grave site behind the Church was dated somewhere in the 1950’s, meaning that young people left the village for other places to live. There were a few farms forming part of the town boundary, and some houses. It did not appear that more than a handful of people still lived in the village.
