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- We talk a little... a lot... passionately!
The Laguiole... 1944 in Draguignan... pedalling on the tracks! - Some images here, besides, a little further...
- From Abbe's side.
Transhumance paths... Mrs. Laugier's chickens... - The Library of Passadoc
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Jean Paul Pourade
Laguiole
On 23 September, the Laguiole knife obtained a geographical indication (GI), an official sign of quality for consumers. The geographical area covers 94 communes of Aveyron, Lozère, Cantal, Puy-de-Dôme, Loire and Allier.
Locally, the name is locally pronounced « laiole »... Some claim that the first cutlery (1828) was Casimir-Antoine Moulin; others claim that it was Pierre-Jean Calmels (1813-1876). But all agree that at the beginning of the XIXe The inhabitants of Aubrac use the Capuchadou : a fixed and pointed blade on a piece of wood.
Laguiole appeared in its present form around 1860 and the famous bee around 1908/1909. It is not enough to authenticate a true laguiole.
The location « bee » – or very precisely from « fly », technical term – has a utility function: to stop the blade in open position. Little by little, the cutlery decorate the fly: clover leaf, fleur de lilies, bee...
After the First World War, almost all the coutelleries disappeared in Laguiole; they will be reborn only around 1987: a will of the mayor of the time and some Laguiolais.
(Information gleaned here and there – Names and dates at Wikipedia – Jeanne Monin).
Surrounded by cutlery, Jean Paul Pourade tells the whole story of the Laguiole.
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Philippe Natalini
1944... Draguignan
On 22 July 1944, Jean Garrus, leader of Draguignan's Resistance, was arrested by the Gestapo, martyred, burned with iron and sentenced to execution for 15 August. A real miracle allowed him to escape this terrible fate.
Draguignan was just released on October 7, 1944, after a regular trial, Marcel Massiach was shot under the cliff of the Draguignan cemetery. A paid agent of Draguignan's Gestapo, he had committed theft, murders and abuses against the Var resistance.
Many years later, the son of the resistant and the son of the collaborator met, formed a solid friendship without knowing who each was the son.
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Alain Cathala
Pedal on the tracks!
In the picture, it is Jean-Paul, head of a somewhat special station perched on the Larzac. 23 years ago, almost no one believed in his project: using an abandoned railway to put bicycles on it. Today, Vélorail and Larzac Tourist Train is one of the must-sees of the territory!
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Philippe Levieux
Water gardens of Carsac – Dordogne
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Gilles Barattini
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Alain Cathala
Saint John Baptist Church of Castelneau-le-Lez (Romanesque style). Herault.
As many buildings in this area, it was fortified
and modified during the second half of the XIVe century, period of great insecurity.
(Photos Jean de la Lune)
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André and François Abbe
Transhumance paths...
« Carrary/carraire/carrerade/cairade » (from Provençal « carrairo ») or « draille »These paths were easements of passage on private consecrated properties, originally by the customary law of Provence and assigned to the passage of transhumant herds. These paths come from customs dating back to the XIIe and XIVe century, established by the Counts of Provence.
For the most part, these old ways have disappeared, somewhat « Maltreated » by law, by societal changes over the centuries, including the virtual abandonment of transhumance on foot at the end of the XIXe century. Many owners simply have them « Annexes » to expand their cultivable land, among others, as well as to build homes and roads.
However, small portions are still borrowed by the few herds which, from the Var, the Alpes-Maritimes or the Alpes-de-Haute-Provence, reach on foot the nearby valleys of Verdon, Ubaye, Var, Vesubia or Tinea.
One of the great historical drails linking the Crau plain to the Stura valley in Italy, has become a great hiking trail. It's the « GR®69 – La Routo® », approved in 2020. This GR, born from a Franco-Italian project, aims to develop the territories around the practice of transhumance and tourist roaming. Certainly a very nice itinerary, very rich in discoveries and beautiful landscapes.
There are numerous books and documents, dedicated to drails, especially the departmental archives of all the departments, where transhumance was practised, beginning with the Napoleonic cadastre.
Text Giselle Penat-Lorde.
The usual silence of the photos... the photos are « mute » Right. And yet if you look more carefully, you hear the little south wind blowing and shaking the pine branches.
The quiet voices of Elijah and Paul are seen:
– Have you heard from Andrew?
"Yes... I met him last week in Roquebrune... He's fine.
...as well as the song of the bells hanged on the neck of the old rams and some sheep... and the noise of the pebbles of the drail that roll under the footsteps of the shepherds...
Jeanne Monin
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Don't forget to feed Mrs. Laugier's chickens!
Claude Boyer
I thought when I had to go « give chickens ».
The grain was in a large barrel covered with sheet metal, but in order to access it it was necessary to cross the henhouse where lived the big rat who had chosen to live on the beams of the frame.
Pépé, who was a natural teaser, had said that it was necessary to beg and scream in order to beep. That's how every time I walked in, I would dance a frantic Saint-Guy dance, shouting... and Pepe would sit on my thighs and see me do it!
Jeanne Monin
Early childhood memory...
Compared to that of Mrs. Laugier, as he was little the henhouse of my aunt; Never could it have contained such a « herd » And yet it seemed beautiful.
What was there? Five... six chickens... They ran around as soon as I approached, looked at me, with their heads leaning, with their eyes on the side... and as I had nothing to give them, they were going back to scratching the earth, the main occupation of their days.
Sometimes I hit the grill... Nothing funnier than seeing them a scared moment and moving away by flapping, by wrapping, sounds like, outraged: « What a bad child! »
François Abbe
For my part, the memory of chickens goes back to a trip to Mali where the chickens ran in front of us when we arrived; Then an hour later, they disappeared on our plate.
To be fresh, it was fresh!
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