Passadoc Gazette – No 196

The Hebdo 196

Birds...

Whether they are cities, fields or seas, whether they fly from pages of a book or pop up screens, birds are part of life...

  • The early morning ones, so talkative in the spring... They say they're getting married... They'll build a nest... They're gonna have kids!
  • The sparrows of the streets... which tirelessly beak the invisible crumbs of which are dotted the city sidewalks...
  • Red-throat, which closely follows the gardener... And the storks that deliver the newborns!
  • The gravelots of the beaches, always in a hurry, moving only as a family...
  • The geese that take Nils Holgersson away*The hero of our childhood readings...
  • « Birds » "Alfred Hitchcock, so cruel when they attack kids and kids on the way to school...
  • The one who shares the freshness of the wind and the dust of the sun that also paints Monsieur Prévert...
To make the portrait of a bird
Paint a cage firstWith an open doorPaint thenSomething niceSomething simpleSomething beautifulSomething useful for the bird
Then place the canvas against a treeIn a gardenIn a woodOr in a forestHide behind the treeWithout saying anythingWithout moving
Sometimes the bird comes fastBut it may as well take many yearsBefore you decideDo not discourageWaitWait if necessary for years
 

* The Wonderful Journey of Nils Holgersson through Sweden – Roman by Selma Lagerlöf – 1906.
* Headband No. 196: Piceiche – Photo by André Abbe.
Research on various sites.

And then there's our tables!

« The shutters are half closed. In the dark, the mistress of the house puts on the table the cassolette, fraying with the drop of old armagnac. The guests then engage in a strange ritual. The head covered with a large towel, they grab a bird. A roasted ortolan. In silence, only the cracking of the bones resonates. »

Ortolans or grives:

Photo André Abbe
André Abbe
By presenting this photo of a skewer of grive, I know I'm going to be unhappy. To be careful, I don't give the cook's name!
 
I'm divided myself. I recognize that hunting is cruel but I like game meat.
 
We only do the skewer in the winter, we only kill a tiny percentage of the grives that fly over the Var... Unconvincing arguments, I recognize!
 
In the less affluent parts of the Alpes de Haute Provence, the trapping of the grives and colarets, a species of hake, allowed farmers to provide additional income. The number of lice (pigs) was controlled by agricultural services. Each farm was allowed to dispose of a limited number.
 
I'm talking about a world gone. Sooner or later, the French will no longer be able to consume meat in the name of respect for the animal world.
The breeders, butchers, caterers will have converted...


Claude Boyer
Lei turn... aco m-agrado!... [I like the grives!]
 
There was a time when in family meals there were two subjects to avoid: religion and politics. Today is simpler: in these times of controversy – level « chocolate-chocolatine bread » – you should not talk about anything anymore, under penalty of seeing the beautiful family atmosphere go in bottle; hunting is part of these discussions.
 
Although grandson and son of hunters – I still have my grandfather's Darne and my father's Hamerless – I never practiced cynegetic art myself; not for animal love or any activism « Anti- »I'm not interested.
 
On the other hand if adventure I can have a piece of boar to make a fall I don't say no!
If any hunters read me...
 
  • The Echoes of the Week
    Required passage
    We sing
    The cowboy!

  • Passadoc

Required passage

Photo and text below: André Abbe

This photo of October 1993 shows three enclosures. Sheep in the former must go to the « not forcat » where only one of them can pass at once.

Bernard Bellini operates a door that directs the sheep in the left or right enclosures, depending on the mark on her back. Each owner thus finds his animals when he returns from the mountain where they spent the summer and early autumn.

If three breeders have joined forces, a second visit to the « not forcat ». I use the Provencal name because I don't know how to call this installation in French!


Dalie Gues

– In the picture, I recognize my brother Jean Pierre, Julien...


Jean-Philippe Tinois
Crossing... we could also say « bottleneck ». It is useful for a lot in livestock farming: marking, sorting as here for belonging but also to separate the sick from the healthy, the young rams to castrate sheep, sometimes associated with a forced bath for external treatment (rather seen for cattle).

This technique allows us to know if the whole herd has been treated... So do vaccinations. It is a term and a technique that applies to many situations.

Jean-Jacques Murat
Cu saup se, per destriar lo monde, lo grande Sant Peire fa dau the same day a la pòrta dau paradise ... [Who knows if the great Saint Peter does the same at the door of paradise...]

We sing

André Abbe
Peire Pascal, who died in 2016 (left in the picture) is one of my favourite singers, not for the quality of her voice but for her texts. He has also translated into Spanish songs by Brassens that Paco Ibanez sings (right).

Claude Boyer
I found songs that my mother sang to me. « Cambo mi fa maou », « Tanto Cougourdeto », « Plou, plou la gallino »...thanks for these Proust madeleines!

Songs to find!

Jean-Jacques Murat
Una votz rocassusas coma li sieu Verdon tumultuós, una votez clara coma leis estèlas que èera so much pròchi quara, per sei détz ans, fasciái lo pastre, una votz doça de breçarela per endurmir lo sieu beu drolin, una votez de chocaton pert dins la montanha dau Cheiron, una votez de darnagastant cantins l ́agrena de l ́iera, una votez dámoros per sa dona bela qu'embauma lo camin de sa vesprada ... (laamerico, lucian, aguessi lo gaubi, lei caulicatoun, la fueio, dono)...

[A rocky voice like his tumultuous Verdon, a clear voice like the stars to which he was so close when, for his ten years, he was making the shepherd, a soft voice of lullaby to sleep his little baby, a drunken voice lost in the mountain of Cheiron, a voice of pies singing in the plumer of l ́aire, a loveful voice for the beautiful lady who comes to embalm his autumnal path...]

Jeanne Monin
A voice of revolt when Paco Ibanez sings « A galopar« …

 

Hat!

Photo and text below: André Abbe

Is pagat lo capèu? (Did you pay the hat?)

This is the question that we ask, in a cordial tone, to a person who wears an extravagant, bizarre or outrageously chic hat.

To her to answer « Päs me under, camera » (Not with your sous, camel) or something like that!

At the end of Colorado (southwestern USA), I had photographed this man wearing a hat. « cow boy », backed by a wall of the bus station, in a very cinematic posture.

« Is pagat lo capèu? » … Je n’avais pas osé lui poser la question, avant de remonter dans mon Greyhound.

Claude Boyer
Histoire rigoureusement authentique :
Marcel le Béarnais n’avait pas le moral, sa carrière était au creux de la vague. Il passe chez Georges l’Occitan histoire de discuter un moment, les deux Passadociens étant amis de longue date.

Fine mouche, Georges veut distraire son copain.
Je viens de finir une chanson, tu me diras ce que tu en penses.
Le voilà qui prend sa gratte et se met à chanter. À la fin Marcel a le sourire…
 
– Chante moi la encore !
– Elle te plaît tant que ça ?
– Oh oui alors !
– Hé bien je te la donne…
 
Et voilà comment les tribulations d’un chapeau imaginées par Georges Brassens ont relancé la carrière de Marcel Amont.
Si ça c’est pas de l’amitié…
Capeù l’artiste !
 
Le chapeau de MireilleQuand en plein vol, je l’ai rattrapéEntre Sète et MarseilleQuel joli vent l’avait chipé ?

C’est pas le zéphyrN’aurait pu suffireC’est pas lui non plusL’aquilon jouffluC’est pas pour autantL’autan

Non, mais c’est le plus folEt le plus magistralDe la bande à Éole
En un mot, le mistral
.

Cyril R. Vergnaud
– qui quasi quotidiennement prend des nouvelles de Passadoc
– connaît tout de la vie d’André Abbe !

Andrieu Abbe foguèt jornalista, cronicaire, es un dels fondators del confraire nòstre Aquò d’Aquí, mas es tanben un testimòni fotografic dels importants pel moviment occitan e per Provença en particular, dempuèi las annadas 70. Pel Diari es Cyril R. Vergnaud que s’entrèva de ne far un retrach-omenatge complèt, eissit d’un entreten amb l’interessat e son filh François.

[Andrieu Abbe journaliste fusée, chroniqueur, est l’un des fondateurs de notre confraire Aquò d’Aquí mais c’est aussi un témoignage photographique de ceux qui sont importants pour le mouvement occitan et la Provence en particulier, dès les années 70. Car le Journal est Cyril R. Honteux qu’il ait été impliqué dans une retouche-hommage complète, c’était un évènement divertissant avec le fils intéressé François]. 

Cités in The Gazette : André Abbe – Claude Boyer – Dalie Gues -Jeanne Monin – Jean-Jacques Murat – Jean-Philippe Tinois – Cyril R. Vergnaud.

Editor in Chief : Jeanne Monin