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The golden wedding of a historic family (Message about true friendship and love)

Our Golden Wedding. The family The story of fifty years of life together. Message of Pope John Paul II to the families, Ste Anne d'Auray, September 1996. In the spirit of gratuitousness ... Holy Spirit, you who are the love of the Father for the Son and the Son for the Father, you are present in the love of the husband, the husband for his wife, and the wife for her husband. It is you who breathes them that they must be Christ to each other. Thanks to you, they know that the absolute is before their eyes, and not in delusional abstractions. Their fugue to two voices creates the absolute every day and this absolute in everyday life gives them strength and joy. Infinity is the infinite light of faces that love each other with a generous and lasting love. Power is a word, a gesture, To illuminate, to illuminate a face, and not to crawl people. Holy Spirit, you are the spirit of secret profusion of atoms, cells, galaxies. It is you who unite, in shared trust, spouses, parents and children. Thanks to you shines the diamond of the free, heart of the universe, soul of the world. Introduction. "Thank you, Lord, for my husband, for my wife, for our children, thank you for the love you put in my heart, thank you for the one you put in theirs!" I wrote this book, so that our children and our grandchildren and who knows? our great grandchildren could, if they wished, have access to information about us. This account of a life together of the last fifty years was written especially in commemoration of this July 14, 2001, in Paris, where children and grandchildren gathered around us, with relatives and friends. We wanted to dismantle the astonishing variety of events that punctuate a life, with its good and bad moments, with its sorrows, its difficulties, its sadness and its joys. It is up to others to judge whether fate has served us well and whether we have been able to enjoy these fifty years given by the Lord. I think we had great moments, but in this life we ​​have made mistakes too. We have certainly experienced failures, but here we find neither doubt nor regret. I pity those who have nothing to tell, who do not want to remember what has been good or bad in their lives. I will be happy to have been able, according to my means, to bequeath to my children and grandchildren and to future generations of the family, a testimony of the milestones that marked this important period of our 50 years of life together. I had great and small pleasures: reading, classical music, good family meals, visits from parents and children, sea baths, good whiskey and good wine, the euphoria of Sundays after Mass and finally, my wife round! Far be it from me to denigrate. I married someone in dispute and everything went well, as you have always guessed. "Memories of the last 50 years. Difference Between A Shallow Person And A Deep Person

  Our story may begin around 1945. I was living with my mother, and my sisters Jenny, Maud, Lily, Gladys and Maisie, in Beau-Bassin. My brother Max had settled in Madagascar. It was the year of the famous cyclone that removed the roof of the room where I slept! The family of my friend Roland Crouche, who had settled in Port Louis on the death of his father Anatole, came to live in a house that belonged to Pope Hennessy Street, next to that of Roger Crouche, and not far from that Aunt Andrina and Pierre Crouche. I already knew two sisters of Roland, Iryse who seemed to squint with an eye, and Myrielle who was then rather thin and openly displayed his feelings for a resident of Port Louis, Gaby Betsy, she had to marry. When I went to Roland at his invitation, there was also a little brother, quite harmless and two other sisters, Ghislaine and Denise. The first was lively and playful and had the insolent retorts, the second, prettier but more reserved was only 15 years old, and with an air of holy nitouche, began to study me, without saying anything. As I was still unemployed, in spite of my brand new diploma in Agriculture, Roland's mother, Irenaeus was content to speculate. It was a pretty bereft family and she had to make plans to attract and retain suitable suitors for her daughters. I think it was after a picnic with the Crouche family at Bel Air St Felix, that my relationship with Denise was sealed. This picnic in the enchanting setting of Bel-Air was memorable. We had taken a seat in a small bus driven by Clement Manuel. Poor Clément was to die of leukemia a few years later, a little after his marriage to Arlette Nemorin. There were quite a few, with the families of Adolphe and Pitchen, and the Betsy. Roland was accompanied by his inseparable friend Marcel Audibert, who was courting Ghislaine. We had access to the camp that was at the top of the cliff, and there was a pool at the bottom of it with access to the sea. We have often returned to Bel Air, tempted by the pleasure of taking a swim in this pool, as well as to contemplate the spectacular spectacle of waves crashing in the middle of white foam on the cliffs.

How Identify A Shallow Person

December 30, 1949, my brother Max and Mathé being in Mauritius, we had been at the same place with our family, by car. Max then found what he thought was a good tactic to shower while crouching on a rock frequently swept by the waves. One of these waves almost won, but he fell into the water and injured his foot. This dangerous sport that seduced us, almost cost me my life later, when I was taken on the high seas at Pointe aux Roches. It was at this time that my godfather André Moutia who was Entomologist at the Department of Agriculture, invited me to take service in his section, without pay. After a few months of this service as a trainee, I was offered a temporary job as "Technical Assistant" at the Entomology section. It was quite specific work within the framework of international cooperation for biological pest control. My task was to travel the island to collect ladybirds of various species. André Moutia was acting as head of the section. Being diabetic, he gave himself insulin injections every day, and this illness had had unexpected consequences on his behavior with his neighbor. Rarely in a good mood, he had the gift of passing rebuffs of astonishing violence. He always found a way to catch you at fault and vehemently emphasized your shortcomings, even the most benign ones. So let's agree that I started hard and painfully in my career. My emoluments were then Rs.150. A large sum because the so-called state officials got only 60 rupees. After having paid a pension to my mother, I put myself gallantly to spend my money. There was cinema, horse racing, party surprises, and the purchase of books and records. I do not think I bothered to spare a penny during this period, but I had already used to collect books, a habit I would have kept to this day. My friend Roland, then led a great train and frequented especially the playrooms. He returned home at two o'clock or four o'clock in the morning, which gave trouble to his family. His sisters revealed to me that he often had pockets full of pieces of money. My brother-in-law Max was also a fervent gambler, including the four-four. It was a very simple game that consisted of putting a bowl on piles of coins and counting the contents by eliminating the pieces four by four. The remaining pieces were the winner. It was an easy way to win or lose money. I was soon tainted by the demon of the game and also went to the night in various gambling halls in Port Louis and Rose Hill. After winning once or twice, the disillusionment settled very quickly and I lost enough money to find myself in financial difficulty, not being able, for example, to face the costs of Taxis. Max helped me out, and I realized in time that gambling can lead to serious problems. The excesses of youth take perilous paths, especially when you are trained by friends who have already taken the wrong turn. Roland was not content to play every night at Quatre-Quatre, he took pleasure in undertaking night outings in unfamiliar places in the company of bad friends They often trained other young people. I had decided to make love to Denise, the younger sister of Roland, I put an end to these night outings, for my good. I was now leading a very orderly and respectable life. Marriage and birth of children. There is a moment for everything and a time for everything on the sky. Quoleth 3: 1 To make love to a girl in those days, it had to be a delicate operation, carefully regulated by the parents. We were simply under surveillance, and the future mother-in-law was never too far away. You could go to the movies only in the company of a sister or a little brother. I often had to revolt against this state of affairs and relationships had to fester with the family. Having had an argument with Roland about this, I realized that we would have to resort to an immediate decision. I was certainly not ready financially to face the risks of a marriage relationship, but as we were thirsty for freedom, there was no other way out than marriage. With salaries of Rs. 385 per month, I saw myself on July 14, 1951, climbing the steps of the church of the Sacred Heart of Beau Bassin to marry Denise. The ceremony was followed by a simple 'small group' family reunion in common usage terms. Father Rivalland, who officiated, was astonished that we had only one covenant, and had delivered his homily, which he enlightened particularly in the direction of the patience which the wife must have in her household. She had to accept the husband's often-changing mood and could fall on a difficult character. He had measured me and judged in his own way and the guests present at the church seemed to understand and approve by shaking their heads. Too bad it was over and we were married. A mini-party was organized in Beau-Bassin in the house of Crouches. This family reunion, outside the usual norms, had been held in the absence of my own mother and Roland. Apart from Maud and Max, Roger and Pierre Crouche and their families, as well as Bernadette and André Moutia, were invited. Rum was served modestly, but there was a wedding cake and a bottle of champagne. The term 'Ti dimoun' (little people) did not exist yet, but it is safe to say that our wedding could be classified as 'Ti dimoun'. Having rented the house of Paul Dantier, an uncle of Denise at Quatre-Bornes, we had gone around midnight with almost all the guests who were perhaps curious to see how we had managed for the installation and especially the furniture. It was of course all that was rustic. We did not care to have proudly adopted the slogan 'My glass is small, but I drink in my glass! 'We were later in a camp of Souillac in Nickname honeymoon with Lily and Marcel who had just got married. We lived in the big but old house of Quatre Bornes for about two years. There was also a very large yard, and I took advantage to plant annual flowers, especially carnations. Carnation Chabaud was then little known to Mauritians, and I was delighted to see visitors marvel and admire the yellow flowers in our flower beds. Flowers were grown for pleasure and to offer to relatives and friends. I remember having offered it to Tecko de Chalain, the inseparable friend of Max Melotte. and I was delighted to see the visitors marvel and admire the yellow flowers in our flowerbeds. Flowers were grown for pleasure and to offer to relatives and friends. I remember giving it to Tecko de Chalain, the inseparable friend of Max Melotte. and I was delighted to see the visitors marvel and admire the yellow flowers in our flowerbeds. Flowers were grown for pleasure and to offer to relatives and friends. I remember giving it to Tecko de Chalain, the inseparable friend of Max Melotte. He then told me of his unfavorable opinion of my ping pong table which, for lack of other furniture, had been placed in the middle of a large room. This table of lilac wood, poorly dried, had been made hastily and without any effect of good carpentry by Jimmy, the eldest son of my mother's servant Germaine. In fact, a large lilac plant was cut down in the yard of the Beau-Bassin house. Having sawed this wood in planks, I had Jimmy produce a wardrobe, a bed, a trestle for table tennis, and a thick cabinet for the speakers. I had bought a technician named Tranquille, along with a home amp, without housing, having big spectacular lamps, in exchange for an old radio. We had a long cellar on one side of the house and there was a strain of ducklings, called duck 'Manila' in Mauritius. I was able to get a big helping hand from Denise to carry out this breeding, which is so successful that the first female produced no less than 18 ducklings and the second 15 ducklings. We had 36 ducks in the yard. To feed this truly spontaneous population, I made great use of snails that were crushed with a stone. The big male rushed before the others to snatch a handful of these sticky mollusks, followed by the two females and the brood of small ducklings. We quickly got well-rounded guys, ready for the pan. I do not think I have eaten as many ducks in my life as during this period. She went to work without protesting. I had a little woman quite eager to please her husband and everyone, without exception. She was a farmer who was willing to give visitors the products of her farm. We did not sell a single bird which really suggests that between the two of us we beheaded no less than 36 ducks. Cyril, Denise's brother had the delicate job of killing and plucking the big male when we gave up breeding because of repeated rat attacks. That same year, the entomology section sent me on a mission to Flat Island to introduce the eggs of a butterfly for the destruction of cacti that invaded the island. Denise had accompanied me, and to extend the honeymoon, we had been allowed to spend a week in this idyllic island. We had access to a large camp, apparently that of the governor of Mauritius, and we were pampered by the only inhabitant, a Brebner, who was responsible for this part of Plate Island. At the top of the hill stood three other people, the Dick couple, guardians of the lighthouse, and an employee. I've never been so busy supplying fish and seafood. Brebner and Dick relegated to show us beautiful specimens of Cateaux, Unicorns, Gules Pavés, and Dames Berry, not to mention the crabs. the periwinkles. I see myself at the edge of our veranda, projecting with force the fish that we do not had no opportunity to consume as far as possible in the bush. It was wasteful in the purest sense of the word! We visited the islet Gabriel one morning with Brebner. Having watched the return to the nest of a bird, Straw in tail, we captured the chick who had just received from his mother a whole fish. Denise brought this living bird back to Mauritius. Not being able to survive, we then entrusted it to my friend Courtois, amateur taxidermist to be stuffed. We can see the bass speaker and the bird 'Straw quue' reported from the islet Gabriel. The owner of our first house, Paul Dantier said Pop by his son, had decided to come live his own home. with Brebner. Having watched the return to the nest of a bird, Straw in tail, we captured the chick who had just received from his mother a whole fish. Denise brought this living bird back to Mauritius. Not being able to survive, we then entrusted it to my friend Courtois, amateur taxidermist to be stuffed. We can see the bass speaker and the bird 'Straw quue' reported from the islet Gabriel. The owner of our first house, Paul Dantier said Pop by his son, had decided to come live his own home. with Brebner. Having watched the return to the nest of a bird, Straw in tail, we captured the chick who had just received from his mother a whole fish. Denise brought this living bird back to Mauritius. Not being able to survive, we then entrusted it to my friend Courtois, amateur taxidermist to be stuffed. We can see the bass speaker and the bird 'Straw quue' reported from the islet Gabriel. The owner of our first house, Paul Dantier said Pop by his son, had decided to come live his own home. We can see the bass speaker and the bird 'Straw quue' reported from the islet Gabriel. The owner of our first house, Paul Dantier said Pop by his son, had decided to come live his own home. We can see the bass speaker and the bird 'Straw quue' reported from the islet Gabriel. The owner of our first house, Paul Dantier said Pop by his son, had decided to come live his own home. We started a long exodus that gradually pushed us to many moves from house to house. Leaving the house of Paul Dantier, we settled in a small house made of sheet and wood. It was next to the house of Crouche Pope Hennessy Street, belonging to a relative of the Crouche family. In spite of all our good will, we could only be uncomfortable in this small space that I did not like. Denise accommodated, however, very well, being housed next to her parents. In my opinion this was a definite disadvantage. I had to say goodbye to the tranquility I longed for, because we would now receive many visitors. Marie France and Jacqueline were to be born in a cabin next to the house of Crouches. Marie France was born on January 3, 1953. Maud and Max Mélotte, her godmother and godfather, came to celebrate the event with Roland, Laine and Cyril. We drank French brandy Neyraud for the occasion. Marie France had a wrinkled face at birth, which made Roger Crouche say that she was rather ugly. A few days later it was the opinion of all, a very beautiful baby. Marie France being the eldest child was the most photographed of the family, because I was so very keen on photography, and printed my own photos. We still have an album in which we can find the pictures of his childhood. . In an old notebook, dating back to the time, that I entrusted to Marie France. It says, "We went to the movies last night, and today I quarreled with Laine, as usual. We received a visit from Max and Maud, and Roland came to join us to party. We drank a lot of rum. We lived very simply, but the end of the month was difficult. It was necessary to borrow 10 to 20 rupees of wool or maud for the household. At this time that I The boss Orian, had wanted to offer the situation to his own son, my old friend Fédo. He gave me a bad reception, not considering me competent to occupy this function. Despite the pressure of the director, a hypocritical Englishman, I accepted to fill this position in such painful circumstances. Having borrowed the cost of the government car, I bought it. It was my first car, a green Morris Minor, No. 6228. So we were going to be able to travel all over the island during the weekend. Jacqueline was born two years after Marie-France. She came into the world without problems. The midwife was still Mrs. Marguerite Dada. She had a reputation for being very talkative. To pass the time she told us how she had been mutilated by her baby Philippe who had bitten a breast during the breastfeeding period. Having joined the gesture to the word, I had to see from the start that she was telling the truth. As we lived next to the Crouche family, the whole family was present, except Laine and Roland who worked. Despite the fact that it was a Good Friday, it was a great opportunity to party. The godfather was Roland and the godmother Gladys. Jacqueline was a pretty big baby, well trained from birth and soon to smile to visitors. Being of a strong constitution, she only cried infrequently, which made Denise say that she would have a good character. Having been thanked to the Pathology section when Antoine, against all odds, resumed his post. I was hired once again at the Entomology Section as a Technical Assistant, a position I held until 1955, when I was appointed Phytalus Officer a permanent position. The car was sold to cope with the financial difficulties that were becoming intolerable. As one was badly lodged in the cabin of the Pope Hennessy street in Beau Bassin, one managed to rent a pretty new house at the Hitchcock street, Quatre-Bornes, belonging to Bouchet. We lived in this house for four years and lived happily, watching our two daughters grow up. They attended a small nursery school of the Bouton family, near the Castel boutique. Jacqueline went there to sleep, but Marie-France, very stubborn, gave a hard time to her supervisor. One day, she ran away from school and came home alone. As it was customary then to correct the offending children, she was treated to a good spanking on my return from work. In 1957, I have been transferred to the Phytopathology section as 'Plant Inspector.' I had an office in Port Louis to control plant and plant imports. I had to go to customs when the boats arrived and at the airport for the planes. As they were landing in the middle of the night, I went by taxi with the Marday messenger. Marday worked at Réduit where he was a bit of a jack of all trades. I had known him at the College D'Agriculture when he came to offer students a decoction he called tea. It was the 6th or 7th infusions. Port Louis's orderly, Samboo, a chubby, telephoned us at Quatre-Bornes to inform me of the arrivals. "Me Samboo that, Madam," was invariably his introduction when he came across Denise. He had been in the habit of 'taking' samples of potato with onions and garlic, of cargoes being inspected, and disposing of them as he pleased. In 1958, I made a bad deal by buying an old black car that had been made up with fresh paint. An Austin A40, # 7246. It was obviously a broken car with a faulty engine. I had a lot of trouble with this car and the costs of repairs have melted my rare savings. However, we lived happily, receiving many visitors. We had fun and there were parties for Sunday lunch and even on weekdays. I remember that Roland and Edley Macquet, well shaken, danced one evening, a well-timed ritornello called Zambezi. 16 Proofs Shallow People Possess Superficial Personality My neighbor was the Pathologist Assistant Orieux, a zany individual who was, to say the least, an original of a rare kind. He had introduced himself to Denise one morning in his gardener's outfit with a bucket containing plants, saying as naturally as possible "I just plant ornamental plants in your garden, because I see that Sténio did not put anything in the ground so far. On November 2, 1958, we were on a picnic at Pointe aux Roches with Edley Macquet, his wife Jacqueline and his children, and Cyril and his family. I seriously injured myself at sea that day by practicing the dangerous sport of the shower on the rocks swept by big waves. After being summarily dressed at Souillac hospital, I had to drive the car myself, to return to Quatre Bornes, because my friends did not know how to drive. I stayed three months in bed because of my kidney wounds. The doctor I had known for a long time, because he had graduated from elementary school at the same time as me, found that I had been lucky to get away with it so cheaply. In 1959, André Moutia and his wife Bernadette went on leave for Europe and Morocco. They asked me to come and live at home during their absence, at Volcy Pineau Street, Beau Bassin. Andre Moutia's house was a fairly old house, which had been well maintained and fitted out to give a certain comfort. The courtyard was quite large and the frontage featured a pretty lawn with a beautiful lechi next to the house. At the back of the house, you could see the door of the house Philogenes. It is in this house that we have temporarily settled. We had access to his living room and his veranda; as well as in his room and another large room which was reserved for children. I remember the holidays we organized in this house. We played good music when we received Nadeau, a friend of my job who was a music lover. One night, we were all a little drunk listening to Beethoven with, when the neighbors brought a policeman to silence the noise. Another day, my friend Lagaité came to visit me after having accompanied me to take a walk to the cascade of Beau Bassin. We often received on Sundays Denise's brother and the Macquet family. Surprises left a lot of friends. The violent hurricane Carol came down on us in January 1960. We were really scared under the threatening gusts. During the calm that lasted more than an hour, Cyril, whose house had been damaged came to join us. The next day was desolation and there were no leaves on the trees. In the courtyard it was a great devastation, and only ragged branches were visible. At the neighbors, it was worse. In the city of Beau Bassin everything was more or less destroyed. We have always, Denise's photograph in red dress that was taken on the steps of the veranda of this house. Jean was born there on Wednesday, April 6th, 1960. Once again Mrs. Dada, who knows the Crouche family, helped Denise to perfection, so much so that the birth took place in the presence of the three of us, without the help of the parents. The baby and Denise doing well, we all went to bed waiting for the next day. "You can wait until tomorrow to go trumpet the news! Mrs. Dada told me then! This is exactly what I did, because the event was the birth of the first boy. He had a good head and cheeks with dimples. It was the year of Hurricane Carol. The bare trees that had survived, were just beginning to show green, healthy foliage. The baptism took place on Thursday, April 7th at the Sacred Heart Church of Beau Bassin. Jenny was the godmother and Cyril Crouche, the godfather. Well watered with the Whiskey Ushers and Veuve Cliquot champagne, the evening party was memorable, and we were all well and cheerful for the occasion. Towards the end of 1960 we moved to live in the house Mazy occupied at rue Henri Lemaire, next to the house of Ignace Felix Clair Bancilhon was recovering from a serious illness and Mazy had left alone in Europe. For a short stay. Just like Jacqueline, Jean was always a good-natured baby, who lived well in his family with his two sisters for whom he was a novelty, someone different. My brother-in-law Clair was a colorful character, a real phenomenon! He was fond of French literature and poetry. I had a good time listening to him reprimand his servants, Jenky and Dookmine. Jenky the cook was preparing fish broths with Unicorn heads. We were all dismayed to find that it gave the impression of enjoying this cuisine! One day we were treated to a real theater scene when he realized that Dookmine had put salt in his coffee. Another departure for Quatre Bornes at Rue Balgobin where Nicole was to be born, when Jean was a little over a year old. The house built in concrete, located not far from the College Saint Esprit, had nevertheless the rustic aspect, and one did not have the hoped comfort. I soon bought a Prefect Nicole Ford was born on Tuesday, August 29, 1961. The birth went very well, the midwife was still Marguerite Dada, but unlike the birth of Jean who had been quietly between Mrs. Dada, Denise and myself; There was a plethora of people this time, including Denise's mom, Laine, Maud, and some friends, Cyril and Lizzy, and finally, Edley and Jacqueline Mackey. Our youngest, whom I had called Colo from birth, was smaller than other children at birth. She was baptized in the Church of Our Lady of the Rosary at Quatre Bornes. Maisie was his godmother, and Gaby Edouard Betsy, his godfather. In 1962 we moved again to go to Belle-Rose, Avenue Ollier, in a pretty pretty house belonging to Brelu-Brelu. It was at this time that we made the project to undertake our first trip to Europe. The car was sold in 1963, and we moved again to live in the family home in Beau Bassin. The day of our move was marked by an incident that could have cost me my life. Believing that my brother-in-law had had electricity cut off, I used ordinary metal pliers to cut a wire that was at the counter. I grabbed one of the wires and severed it. Consternation! The current was passing. Consider that if I had cut the second thread I would not have been alive right now to write my memoirs. At this time we went every weekend in picnic with friends. The car crisscrossed the island and it was every Sunday a feast at the water's edge. Our trip to Europe was summarily prepared. We had no other resources than my meager salary of Rs. 800 in the service of the government. I had to go to MillBank every end of the month to get my meager salary in English money. We arrived exhausted in London During the trip, we took care of a girl who traveled, unaccompanied. Her parents came to pick her up at the airport and gave us a hotel address at Somerset Gardens, near the Mayfair, which is too bourgeois for our purse. So we spent only two nights here and staying at the Wilden, where Mrs. Dada was staying. At the hotel, we were treated to a spacious room opposite that of Dr. Vellin who was sitting with his wife and son. Louis Honoré and his daughter Christiane lived in the same hotel; We only had breakfast at the hotel, and I still remember the waitress taking the orders and asking me "Bacon and couple eggs love! We quickly got used to this existence, and I even went to the races at Ascot, accompanied by Gerard Vellin. The Holloway hotel was still too expensive for us and a modest room was found at 37 Sommerfield Road, Finsbury Park, further north of London. We had to live in Finsbury Park for five months. We first led a tourist life, visiting the city, sometimes on foot. I spent a lot of afternoons at Highbury, the famous football stadium to see Arsenal play. I have seen great stars who have since become club coaches. Next to Finsbury Park was a large expanse of lawn with a charming lake, which was frequented by swans, including the black swan of Austral and a multitude of ducks. To attend the races at Alexandra Park, you had to walk for two hours to reach the castle which was located at Wood Green. We put ourselves comfortably on a slope to see the horse races. The best jockeys in England participated in these events, but I remember a particular race where only two horses were run, as in Mauritius! One of the horses was however ridden by Lester Pigott. Jenny, Léon and the two girls, Lysel and Rosemay were on vacation in London and were staying in Victoria at the same time as the Hennequin family. So we joined the Julien family for traditional visits to Hampton Court, Greenwood and Windsor. Having not yet visited the Palace of Versailles, we were impressed by the paintings and interior decorations of the rooms. Somewhere in the gardens of Hampton Court, you can admire a vineyard that is said to be millennial. We were proud to have seen the authentic Cutty Sark, on the banks of the Thames at Greenwood, remembering that we were standing at longitude zero! Windsor Castle, closer to London, was still inhabited by the Royal family, but visitors were allowed to visit several rooms, including the'Waterloo Chamber ', where a banquet table is held each year on June 18, the anniversary of the Battle of Waterloo. I was 38 years old, and Denise, 33. We liked, to learn, or simply curiosity to visit all the museums. We were sometimes at the South Kensington Science or Natural Science Museum, or at the National Gallery or Tait Gallery art galleries. We visited several less known museums like the Wallace Collection. These visits being free, we took the opportunity to visit many of the museums many times. We were amazed to discover the best known paintings, those of Rembrandt, Greuze, Renoir, Raphael, and even English painters like Turner. One morning old Mrs. Dada accompanied us on one of these visits to the British Museum. She seemed lost in the midst of gigantic blocks from Egypt, Mesopotamia or Persia. She had a shiver in front of the Egyptian mummies, and gazed without comment at the rock of Rosette which had allowed Champollion to discover the secrets of the hieroglyphs of Egypt. In the presence of pottery exhibitions and other porcelain subjects, she proclaimed her contempt by saying, "Who do you carquille to lizie coum that bastard, that dump cachepot there picks up the shovel in Riviere d'Anguilles cotte old matantes. Maud, Denise's little sister, arrived in England to settle there, and I was surprised to see her in the company of Marcel Audibert, one evening when Denise had stayed at Jenny's in Waterloo. She had to live with the Wilden with Mrs. Dada and look for work. However, we were able to visit several interesting sites together, including the Kew Garden. We found exotic plants in greenhouses with large areas. We settled next to the Chinese pagoda for lunch on the grass. This simple meal invariably consisted of ham, sausage or chicken sandwiches and fruit. We did not have much money to go to the restaurants that we inspected from afar, without envy. We restrained ourselves little, having the gratitude for the highest to have allowed us to visit such a famous city and to contemplate its wonders. After three months of this life of idleness, we made the decision to work because we had a rather difficult end of the month. Denise was the first to find a job in a printing house. After three weeks at work it became obvious that she was not going to be able to do it. This simple meal invariably consisted of ham, sausage or chicken sandwiches and fruit. We did not have much money to go to the restaurants that we inspected from afar, without envy. We restrained ourselves little, having the gratitude for the highest to have allowed us to visit such a celebrated city and to contemplate its wonders. After three months of this life of idleness, we made the decision to work because we had a rather difficult end of the month. Denise was the first to find a job in a printing house. After three weeks at work it became obvious that she was not going to be able to do it. This simple meal invariably consisted of ham, sausage or chicken sandwiches and fruit. We did not have much money to go to the restaurants that we inspected from afar, without envy. We restrained ourselves little, having the gratitude for the highest to have allowed us to visit such a celebrated city and to contemplate its wonders. After three months of this life of idleness, we made the decision to work because we had a rather difficult end of the month. Denise was the first to find a job in a printing house. After three weeks at work it became obvious that she was not going to be able to do it. We restrained ourselves little, having the gratitude for the highest to have allowed us to visit such a celebrated city and to contemplate its wonders. After three months of this life of idleness, we made the decision to work because we had a rather difficult end of the month. Denise was the first to find a job in a printing house. After three weeks at work it became obvious that she was not going to be able to do it. We restrained ourselves little, having the gratitude for the highest to have allowed us to visit such a celebrated city and to contemplate its wonders. After three months of this life of idleness, we made the decision to work because we had a rather difficult end of the month. Denise was the first to find a job in a printing house. After three weeks at work it became obvious that she was not going to be able to do it. She persisted in thinking that the other girls were watching her, and that she was being talked about behind her back. After a short illness, she gave up the job. Unfortunately after a few weeks, she decided to work again in a women's handbag business. The owner came to Sommerfield Road to offer me work too. That's how we both went to Holloway in the morning to spend a long day of manual labor in an old building, with typical Old English architecture. After a month, Denise who still did not adapt, suffered a nervous breakdown. She resigned from her job and locked herself in the hotel room while I was at work. Denise's health deteriorated and she and Jenny and Leon were taken to the French hospital in London. The doctor, a young woman, diagnosed a simple nervous breakdown and prescribed painkillers. These drugs were supposed to make him more relaxed, but quite moody. She had to stay in this place and did not take advantage of the rest of the trip. However, after six months in England, we went to France where we had to join the Julien. We had obtained a small hotel room next to that of Julien at Rue Lange, in the Latin Quarter. As we were in Paris we visited Ludovic and Gladys, she was pregnant. After visiting Paris a bit, we flew back to Marseille where we had to spend a few days at Max's. My mother visiting Europe at the time lived with Max at the Julien's. We always have a photograph showing it in a vineyard, happy to hold freshly picked grapes in her hands. Max had rented for us an apartment in the well known hotel of Marseille, built by the famous architect Le Corbusier. I was impressed by his fleet of large trucks and tractors. After a short stay in Nice, we left for Rome. It is difficult to tell the astonishment of the inhabitants of a small island, in front of the wonders of Rome. We did not have much money at the end of our long journey, but with a sandwich meal a day and some fruit, we walked to the most famous part of this metropolis. The visit to St. Peter's in Rome had amazed us, and when Denise leaned over the Trevi fountain to throw a few worthless coins, we knew deep down that we were really going to see Rome again. We have indeed made two other trips to Rome. Denise found her children with relief, but withdrew from her depression. She did not quite have the same character and for the first time since our wedding, she gained weight. Back in the old family home of the Telephone Street, I resumed my job as Assistant Pathologist at the Department of Agriculture with a special interest in Mycology. My boss was Luc Orieux, a strange character who had converted to the Chritian Scientist and as such did not believe in infections, so the misdeeds of bacteria. I think I have gained a lot of experience not only in my discipline but in the administration and organization of work. It was during this period that I wrote sometimes alone or in collaboration with Orieux a certain number of scientific papers, most of them, I think, of little importance. We have published a leaflet on plant diseases and a second, which lists a list of plant diseases in Mauritius, published by the British press of the Commonwealth Mycological Institute. Five years before the end of the century they are still the only two books of its kind for Mauritius! Among friends, we had a lot of fun by indulging in unionism. Grand Baron, one of the Burrenchobay brothers, had created the union, an association of good fellows with Pablot, Guérandel dit Pipo, France Nadeau, and Lagaieté dit Sonny. and the financial chief Bhagat. We went to the hotel at night to drink whiskey and even rum, and in a hubbub of drunk people, we talked about everything: literature, sports and politics. For Baron we were all idiots and he always said, "Do not talk nonsense. ". One night when I was as drunk as the others, and driving the car, I insisted on Bhagat's going to see the side of the Guard Corps, the site where Bhagat would be burned at his death, as all good Maraz. All these friends are dead today ... Baron, who was made vice-chancellor of the university by his protector Prime Minister Ramgoolam, died in London. Pablot, Bagat and Pipo, after retirement. Nadeau died very young. Finally Sony, single hardened died in 1998. Edmond, our carpenter from the Pathology section, who loved me, had built a garage on one side of the house to house the Ford Prefect B755, because on Easter Monday the car was stolen. The car was found three days later, somewhat damaged and without battery! We moved again to occupy a house on Brodie Street, Beau Bassin. It was an old concrete building but with poorly paneled wooden doors. There were no locks. which led to the visit of a burglar, probably asthmatic. He woke Jacqueline as he passed his room with his gasping breath. He managed to step over the window, when, waking up, I began to pursue him by invoking him in a strong manner. He managed to get us a beautiful wall clock and give a great fright to Jacqueline. Having declared the robbery to the police of Quatre-Bornes, the police chief, found nothing else to declare to me that "It is terrible! Not being a true graduate of a foreign university, I did not have the opportunity to become the Chief Pathologist. Former director Ffrench Mullen, however, offered me a scholarship for a three-month course in Australia to study quarantine. He jokingly recommended that I do not undertake sexual studies like some! It must be remembered that the pathologist who traveled to Australia a year earlier had been arrested and fined for introducing pornographic photos to Australia. He had to declare with astonishing candor to an Australian judge: "I am a student of sex! " I began the trip to Australia in 1966 on the small plane of South African Airways, a plane that was often known to have problems. My friend D'Espaignet, who was on duty at the airport, pointed out to me that I had chosen the "flying coffin." The plane was at Cocos Island, where the airstrip covered almost the entire island with coconut ribbons on each side and brushed barges in some areas. The island was swept by strong winds. I was amazed at the slowness with which we crossed the continent which was passing before our eyes, in a dry and practically cloudless weather. The city of Sydney, with its suburbs appeared to me spectacular with its endless heaps of small lights. Traveling alone in a big country can be challenging, but everything works out well. The Australian authorities have established an excellent host program for its foreign guests who receive scholarships. I have to say that I was very well received, because for the next three days I was staying, as well as other students, at a hotel on the beach at Bondi Pacific. The next morning, I was able to dip my fingers for the first time in the cold Pacific water. I was happy to visit Sydney with a Filipino, Simeone Estocapio, and we walked the streets of the city from King's Cross to the famous Sydney Bridge next to Sydney's grand and beautiful harbor. Canberra is a modern city, built with futuristic plans. Bridges were built before diverting a river for circumstance. Some buildings like the Institute of Anatomy are clearly futuristic architecture. The City Square was in 1966, a virtually empty place, and in front of the statue of Eros, there were only a few students to contemplate the landscape. We were staying at the Kurrajong Hotel, where we benefited from the large, comfortable people. At that time Canberra was still at the stage of the draft and the buildings of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs where the courses were attended, consisted only of a few barracks. The residential areas were scattered within the city walls, with commercial boundaries. The Anzac memorial, in honor of the fighters of the last war, was however completed and after having crossed a long boulevard, very picturesque framed by mimosas and rosaceae florifiers., One could reach it and visit the sanctuary which was impregnated with a soft music, probably perpetual. The Carrousel Hill Restaurant dominates the city. It is surmounted by an original tower of pyramidal shape. We visited Sunday, the Cotter Dam, a dike that is 20 miles from Canberra. The waterfall is beautiful and from a distance you can see the snow on the slopes of the mountains. In the evening, in the common living room; we would sit in front of the television with kids from Australians who lived in the hotel and the presenter spoke in Australian English "This is Tv Canberra Cooma Béga". After a stay of about a month in Canberra, we flew to Sydney, where we lived not far from the cathedral at Yarrong Street. By climbing a steep road, littered with exotic and Italian restaurants, we reached Kings'Cross, a bit like the English Soho. There was the pink pussy cat, the Kia Ora shop. In one corner the fountain "El Alamein", with its jets water wheel-shaped. It seems that in Australia the fountains are functional, which is not the case in Mauritius, or after a short period of testing, everything is dry. This part of Sydney does not steal its reputation, because dice my first night I was accosted by a small Australian and pretty pleasant that invited me in his own way. "Want a girl? In 1966, Joern Utzon's Opera House, spread over an area of ​​seven acres so famous today, was under construction. We had Simeone and myself climb the AMP building, from where we can admire the center of Sydney and the harbor. We met an Australian family, the mother and her two grand daughters. Simeone wanted to take pictures. My copies have since been destroyed by Denise in one of these characteristic impulses of mistrust. We took a coach to Sydney for a long trip that would take us to Adelaide .. At Wagga-Wagga, we took accommodation in a nice little hotel. At night, we enjoyed ourselves as we could by walking the almost deserted streets of the little town. A shopkeeper who had seen us come pretended to be very astonished and said with a laugh. "Where do you come from, the moon? Two cheerful young girls laughing at us, Simeone, who did not lack audacity, found the right formula to get to know each other by saying "Hello, we can share your happiness!" ". From Wagga Wagga, we left for Leeton, where we stayed at the Riverina Hotel, with amazing comfort; the motel rooms are radio and personal showers. We stayed in other motels, including the Deakin that we see in the photo. I wrote a long letter to the family, venting the wonders of this long journey. Jean had just suffered a bad accident when Marie-France, who was cooking, poured a boiling lentil dish from the stove over her head, and Nicole had fallen into a canal at the edge of the rue Telephone, and had lost some teeth. I found an old postcard with a photograph of the famous Kookaburra, the bird that imitates the human voice. We hear his cry every day at Radio Australia and around the world where we listen to his broadcasts. I wrote: "To Jean, pay attention to the kitchen of Marie-France, do not cook your skull. Nicole: Watch out when you walk down the street. you must not lose all your teeth. A train trip took us to Melbourne, where a significant portion of the courses were to take place. It was however cold, by the sea at a hotel in Saint Kilda where we were staying. Nevertheless, we visited the city center, as well as the suburbs. Simeone and I were invited on a Sunday morning to a family of planters who lived on a ranch, far enough away from the city. They were very well off and even wealthy people. The whole family was at the table asking for news of our respective countries. They then took us on a long tour in the nearby forests. This is how I saw Kangaroos, many species in their natural habitat, these animals were more fierce than those that can be touched in the Taronga Park Zoo, at the edge of the harbor of Sydney. Koala families were sitting at the top of the eucalyptus trees that stretched straight up to the sky. The day of the famous horse race, The Melbourne Cup, is a holiday in Melbourne. Having obtained tribune tickets, I went by train with the Indian representative. There are fewer people than for the Maiden in Mauritius, because the Australians preferred to play comfortably Tabs. They are found in every corner of cities and large cities. The trip from Melbourne to Brisbane, one night and one morning, is very trying, the trains are not as comfortable as in France and it is difficult to take sleep. As far as the eye can see, there are expanses of eucalyptus forests, sometimes even immense beaches of plants burned by bush fire. In some places you could see some paddocks of green grass with a multitude of sheep. My friend Monty, who was studying entomology at the University of Brisbane, came to greet me at the station. We stayed in the apartments of the YMCA, not far from the center. I had the opportunity to meet Dr. Emmanuel Rochecouste, who had emigrated to Australia with his family. He invited me to a hearty lunch, well watered by Australian red wine. He had me visit a bird reserve before visiting the beautiful Gold Coast beach. This beach, which resembles La Baule beach in France, is however grander, extending for several kilometers. You can see planes landing and taking off from an airstrip for tourist planes. We visited Toowoomba, where it was very hot. The flies swarmed and an Australian made the derisory commentary "They just sit on you". We flew back to Sydney for a day, before heading back to Canberra. It was time to summarize the lessons and prepare his report. I then reviewed the Kurrajong Hotel with pleasure. We had become regulars. After another short stay in Sydney, I saw myself alone heading towards the West and Perth. I could have a whole day to visit this city, a little different from the others, with small houses dating from the 1800s. The South African Airways brought me back to Mauritius where the family was waiting for me. We had become regulars. After another short stay in Sydney, I saw myself alone heading towards the West and Perth. I could have a whole day to visit this city, a little different from the others, with small houses dating from the 1800s. The South African Airways brought me back to Mauritius where the family was waiting for me. We had become regulars. After another short stay in Sydney, I saw myself alone heading towards the West and Perth. I could have a whole day to visit this city, a little different from the others, with small houses dating from the 1800s. The South African Airways brought me back to Mauritius where the family was waiting for me. In 1967, we lived on Stevenson Street in Quatre Bornes. The house was located next to a vast plain at the back of another house facing the street. She belonged to Osman, a high personality of politics. You could access a terrace at the top of the house by an external staircase. He had to watch Cyril, Denise's brother, when he took the stairs after drinking half a bottle of rum. I made another trip to a foreign country, this time to Madagascar with Ricaud. I was still employed at the Ministry of Agriculture, but I had an offer to join MSIRI, and we made arrangements for the transfer. Not being able to buy tourist class tickets, the company offered us to travel in first class. So I traveled in the company of the Somali Minister of Justice, a man without doubt important and a certain maturity who questioned me about my country in a condescending way while drinking champagne. He had then dedicated a duly signed missive to me, which I have not kept, being hardly fond of memories of well-known characters. In 1969, we stayed at Cascade Road, Beau Bassin, in Minister Bussier's house. It was a pretty cozy house of the sister style. The children fit well in this new house because there was room to play and several friends. I had a dog with my friend Carmagnole, and the children had adopted it. It turned out that Carmagnole was wrong, because the little doggie was actually a hunting dog. The neighbors did not like it when he let off steam by roaming the lawns at a great speed. We were unhappy when he died poisoned. We had a garage, which when it was empty, served as a track for the little train I brought back from England. A thief took the rails off the train and left the locomotive and the cars. Too bad, the garage was soon occupied by the car K 216, a green Austin. It was an excellent car, which gave no problem and allowed us to go for long hikes and picnics with friends. I remember that Uncle Fils Terrière came to see us one evening and that he had enjoyed a curry of ourite, then watered by white rum. We attended the wedding of daughter Dulaurent, another neighbor, with a Frenchman. I knew them very little and was dismayed when the mother of the bride telephoned me during the day to ask me to make the conventional speech, because Bussié who had to do it had a major impediment. So I praised two people in love, whom I did not know. In 1971, I was able to launch my first new car when I joined MSIRI, as Pathologist Assistant. I had been chosen by the director Antoine to take care particularly of the food crops notably the potato and the peanut. Chief Pathologist Ricaud was used, as Antoine worked during the second part of the day, so it was at the time of departure around 4 o'clock that he said "I see you in fifteen minutes . The two colleagues Sullivan and Ferré, suffered the same fate, not without grumbling. It was necessary to work hard during this period to complete the research, and I stayed at Réduit with Ricaud sometimes until 7 o'clock in the evening, before taking my new car back to my house. Bussier wanting to sell his house, we had to leave, It was a fairly big house, probably less comfortable than the previous one, but that the children liked because I think of the proximity to the Plaza. It was in this house that I suffered a bad nose bleed one morning. My sister Maud came to see me, accompanied by Mrs. Dada and exclaimed, "It's incredible how it can bleed! She was probably referring to my first duodenum hemorrhage accident, which was otherwise serious. So I am admitted to the clinic of the good pastor and the nun in charge thought that I was lucky to bleed after an attack. Diagnosis incorrect because I had a nose infection that required burning nostrils in the operating room, by a specialist. One Monday morning, having a head of wood after drinking the day before with Cyril, I had unusual pains in the lower abdomen. We had made the great tour of the Black River and across the Morne, to the south and Souillac. The doctor will diagnose appendicitis and have me admitted to the clinic again; the surgeon told me he was going to operate "When? .- in a week," - He laughs "Today, this afternoon! The next morning, stiff and suffering from my wounds, I joked with a nurses nurse whose face came back well. I was able to return home after a few days, a little expelled by the doctor who did not like my laughing sessions with the nurse. Jealous? I was able to drive the car myself, not without difficulty to return later to the clinic, to remove the wires. During this period we received visits from Max and Mathé and we had the opportunity to do many picnics. During the visits to Mauritius of my brother Max and his wife Mathé, we went all over the island especially in places known for the quality of the beach and sea baths. That's how we were often in Belle Mare, Peyrebère and Flic en Flac. Gladys and her husband Ludovic, a notary, traveling to Mauritius participated in these outings to the seaside. In 1973, we went back to the good old house of my childhood in Beau Bassin. Denise and I left for Europe, this time with more pleasure.

Shallow Personality: Characteristics And Traits Of People Like This

The trip was to last about 3 months. After a stay in France, where we had a party with Marie Rose and Albert Le Hoeddec, and drunk good wine from our wine cellar, we got to know the beautiful city of Paris better. The flight from Paris to Amsterdam was very short and we took the train the same day to Ede. Since there was no housing available in Wageningen, where I had to study, we moved to a luxury motel in Ede. There was not much to visit in Ede but we were housed properly and I could leave Denise in front of the TV by going to Wageningen. A Dutchman who spoke French well, with his barbaric accent, took charge of me and made me visit the north of Holland. It is a flat country with lakes and windmills. We went as far as the Zuyderzee on the edge of the North Sea to see the Polders and take the pulse of the Dutch people in their struggle against the tides, to preserve the lands acquired with astonishing patience through methods that seemed rather simple. Denise liked the hospitality of the hotel, but the kitchen did not suit us well and she said the language was very much like a gargle. The climate was rather cold but pleasant. Leaving Ede, we spent two days in Amsterdam in a small hotel on one of the many canals of this curious city. We had a good time strolling through the alleys of Amsterdam, contemplating the pretty houses but also the Royal Palace with its beautiful facade and even visited a circus, quite noisy, not far from our hotel. By flying to London I was amazed at the searches of suitcases and even people. It was the beginning of a new welcome for travelers around the world. It is true that the attacks were more and more numerous and murderous in London. We found the Maulguet family at the airport and we went to Carysford Street where they rented a house. Jocelyn Betsy and Alain Crouche were living at Maud's house, and it was with them that we celebrated some nights by touring pubs and drinking lots of beer. We had free strip tease shows in some pubs. It was necessary to see these satanées dancers wiggling on an improvised stage in an atmosphere of tobacco smoke and beer vapors. In the shadows we could see those heads of attentive men, with calculating eyes, grouped around the tables. Jocelyn, married to a Réunionnaise, having recycled in computer science, finally settled in France where he has a pretty cottage in the vicinity of Orly. He has a son and a daughter. Alain more unlucky died in Australia. He had just turned 40 years old. I left Denise in London for various missions in Surrey and Kent. I then took the night plane to King's Cross station. I had as my traveling companion a Scot who arrived late, and seemed drunk, having drunk a good deal of beer. He apologized, however, admitted to having drunk a little and even told me his story. He was going to Aberdeen to settle an estate because his close relatives had just died. I then took the night plane to King's Cross station. I had as my traveling companion a Scot who arrived late, and seemed drunk, having drunk a good deal of beer. He apologized, however, admitted to having drunk a little and even told me his story. He was going to Aberdeen to settle an estate because his close relatives had just died. I then took the night plane to King's Cross station. I had as my traveling companion a Scot who arrived late, and seemed drunk, having drunk a good deal of beer. He apologized, however, admitted to having drunk a little and even told me his story. He was going to Aberdeen to settle an estate because his close relatives had just died. The next morning he turned out to be a cultured man, a little ashamed of his behavior the night before, who tried to make me feel at ease. I had to travel to Dundee to see a Mauritian teacher and visit the university. I was impressed by the tranquility of the Kee River at the entrance to Dundee. The water seemed black with a marked presence of seal groups. My first impression was that the site was gloomy. Sad Dundee! I lived at Pérombelon and his wife who were very welcoming. I knew them just yet. After visiting the city, I was able to start discussions with researchers at the university. Three days later, I took the train with pleasure to visit Edinburgh. This city, more coquettish than Dundee, was swept by violent winds that day. This is number of seals and penguins of many varieties. I also visited Hollyrood Palace and Edinburgh Castle. In a corner of the garden near the castle, there is the famous cemetery of dogs with small graves and epitaphs of dogs. "To my beloved and affectionate Bobby. Eternal regrets "Paradoxically, in this city where whiskey is king, I drank very little. Today's train brought me back to London with cashmere souvenirs for everyone. Back in Paris, we went to Gladys and phoned my friend Delanoe who had invited us to come to his home in Brittany while he was in Mauritius. He greeted us at the Nantes train station and made us a tourist tour of the city by car. We then went to Corcoué, a little hidden village, in the middle of vineyards, some of which belonged to his family. We met Dominique's parents as well as his many friends and customers who came to buy bottles of wine. The Delanoe are among the producers of Gros Plan, a very dry white wine. Having visited the vineyards and tasted the beautiful bunches of grapes, we were able to study the different stages of winemaking. And I even participated in the chemical control of production. The Delanoe family gave us a rustic stone cottage with a typical local construction style. In the evening before a bountiful meal, Father Delanoe was delighted to talk about his wine-making memories. Later, Dominique came to meet us to talk about the MSIRI and friends of yore. He laughingly remembered the help he had given me to write Ferre's wedding speech. Our friend Ferré had married the daughter of an old friend and he had chosen me for the traditional speech. All the friends wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to play jokes on the account of poor Jules. With my complicity we have written a custom-made speech to highlight, but with humor its rough character and its small habits. In 1974, we left the Beau Bassin home to hastily take a bad house at Rue Blondeau, Rose Hill. I had to stay there for only one month and was sued by the owner for breach of contract. He only had half-a-month's compensation and we settled at Belle Rose near St. John's Church in a good house belonging to a police officer. This one, very kind at first, became more late aggressive and disgusted us to live in his house. I learned a few years later that he had hanged himself. Let's not anticipate. We had beautiful years in this house and we even celebrated our 25th anniversary. The mass said by Father Lajoie was sung by Jean Luc Renker, who was later to become a priest. Pierre and Roger Crouche and Bernadette Moutia were invited with the whole family. Ushers whiskey sank freely. We often went to stay at the seaside, especially in the Didier camp at Poste Lafayette. It was during one of these stays with Eugene and Maud who was in Mauritius that Jacqueline had a depression. Taken care of by several psychiatrists, she made several stays in the clinic without any improvement of her condition. She suffered from extreme nervousness with anxiety. This depressive state lasted several years, the most beautiful of her life and little by little she became normal again but with aftereffects of nervousness. I think I got so old, because of this serious problem, which then seemed hopeless. For Jean's fifteenth birthday, a little party was held with Roland. He drove the Simca for the traditional hike to Rivière des Anguilles, Denise's aunts and the Comty family. He lost control of the car to Britannia and found himself in a fairly deep canal. On December 29, 1975, another new car was purchased, the Renault At 804 for Rs. 42500. We have since kept the same car that has been in my possession for 22 years. We sold it in December 1998. It was still worth Rs. 50000. In 1977, we went back to Mum's house in Beau Bassin. We had to undertake a trip to Europe for the wedding of Marie France. The latter had known a French soldier, Jacques Koerkel, by correspondence and having met him during a previous trip had decided to marry him. We first spent a few days in London where we lived with Eugène who lived then with his mother Solange, having the sobriquet of Sosso. She had a jovial character and we had a good time together. Back in Paris we met Jacques and had a room in Trappes where he lived. We made a long trip to Lourdes by car with Marie-France and Jacques during our stay. We were also in Brittany, to see the parents of Jacques. Paulette and Georges Koerkel. On the day of the wedding there were the parents of Jacques, his sister, his brothers and sister-in-law. On our side, Laine and Fernand, Gladys, Albert and Marie-Rose, and Patrick Crouche. During this stay in Trappes, I took the train to Grenoble to see Max again. This one made me visit the region as well as Vercors and Alpe d'Huez. We celebrated our wedding anniversary in Trappes on July 14th. In the evening we could admire the fireworks at the Champs Elysees. Before leaving for London Jacques and Marie-France made us visit the shrine of Lisieux. In 1878 I was appointed Scientific Officer in Pathology at the Research Institute. I understood that it was for the direction of my marshal's baton, because I was never to be named Senior Scientific Officer. The same year we moved from Beau Bassin to Brodie Street. It was a modest, partly wooden house belonging to a Chinese woman who owned a shop in Rose Hill. We received in this house the visit of a thief who luckily could carry nothing. In 1979, the Research Institute delegated me to attend a 12-day congress in the Philippines. Since there was no direct transport, I took the opportunity to visit Bombay twice as well as Bangkok and Singapore. Manila is a large metropolis with its population of Malay and Spanish half-breeds. From Manila we left for the university where the lectures were held. We visited Banang La Union, a beach in the Philippines and Mayon Volcano overlooking the artificial Nagong Lake. Filipinos are mixed-race of Malay and Chinese. They like the party, the fiestas. Public transport is really folkloric. The jeepneys, adorned with sparkling metal frills, make your eyes on the roads. The Pangasanjan Falls tour was memorable. I can see myself racing through a narrow canoe through the meanders of a river before reaching the high waterfall. The canoe, driven by real experts, will graze the falls, perilously, before returning to the river lined with large rocks. We made a long trek through the mountain by a dusty road and lurching along the precipices, before reaching Baguio City at 5000 feet altitude. We stayed at Baguio City Pines Hotel, next to the Cathedral. One evening we attended a performance of local dances, including the 'Itik Itik' which mimics the movement of ducks. One clings one's hands and one pours sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right. The girls, including our girlfriends, wear a checkered dress. I had very good friends among Filipinos, especially girls; one of them, Lina, pleased me particularly. These girls had amazing sweetness. They had indeed the languor of the Spaniards, but with the serious and enigmatic air of the malaises or the Indonesians. I went to another special party one night to taste the whole roast pork that was spun. In 1980, we moved again, this time to return to Quatre Bornes, Avenue des Giroflées. The house was small, but the big yard was well fenced. I had to spend years in this house and the perpetual works in the garden gradually transformed the appearance of the yard. The garage without a door was later to be equipped with a sliding metal door. Unfortunately, the vertical movement of such a heavy structure would cause me abdominal pain. We received a significant number of visitors to this house. Anniversaries and annual celebrations were well celebrated. In 1983, Dominique and his wife came to visit us. In 1984, we received Gérard Félix and his inseparable friend Roger. Marie France and Jacques went to Reunion where Jacques was to work for the army for two years. Denise took the opportunity to visit them in 1980. That same year, September 5, we went on a pleasure trip to Europe accompanied by Jean. We were back in Mauritius on December 18th. We first stayed at the Maulguet in London. They lived at Carysford Street in North London, near a large park. The neighbors, the Meflins had once inhabited the same street as us in Beau Bassin. We quickly went around the city to show Jean all the important sites. I took the opportunity to see a football match at Arsenal. Jean was happy to have the opportunity to see his favorite team play, who won that day. We visited the museums, including the National Gallery and the Natural History and Science Museums in Kensington. Denise did not accompany us when we visited the Zoo and we have long been unaware that the Zoo authorities had filmed us in an official presentation for advertising. Dany Felix, who played this English film on the Zoo for high school students, had recognized us and reported it to Max. We left Denise at Maud for a short visit to France. It was the first time Jean had discovered the wonders of Paris. I remember that after visiting the Museum of Natural History, we strolled on the street side Monge. We had our meal in a good Chinese restaurant. Being always allergic to mushrooms I had ordered another dish than Jean's. To our astonishment, there were mushrooms in all dishes. Jean had no trouble with his teenager appetite to eat both dishes. On September 16th, we were at the top of the Eiffel Tower. It was very beautiful and we could contemplate Paris in its splendor. In December, Denise and I flew back to Reunion where we had to spend Christmas. Marie France and Jacques as well as Carine who was all cute, lived in Saint Denis in barracks reserved for French on the hill. On December 22, Marie France stayed with Carine, who was suffering from flu. Jacques took us on a tour of the island via Cilaos. We climbed a small hill at the edge of the village for lunch. In return, we cut a beautiful Christmas tree, despite the objections of Jacques who feared the forest inspectors. On Christmas Eve, we left the guests of the Koerkel family, to attend the Christmas Mass at 10 o'clock. It was at Notre Dame de la Délivrande, which is near the barracks. It is a beautiful church with in my opinion, paintings of a color too bright. Marie-France has made several trips to Mauritius with Carine. During one of the trips, we went to Deer Island. In 1981, I had a quarrel with Ricaud. Things got worse and at my request, Antoine, the Director, had sent me a long-time friend to the Entomology Division, headed by the Englishman Williams. After one year in exile, I was able to get another situation at Anthurium Export. I retired at MSIRI in 1981. The former director Antoine, who had been closely following the problems previously encountered by my predecessor Mamet at Anthurium Export, then bluntly told me 'You have entered a broken carriage' . It is true that bacterial wilt dramatically affected the Anthurium plantations and Flacq recorded losses of 40,000 plants per acre. At Queen Victoria, 50% of the plants had disappeared. I had to face a real challenge! For the accomplishment of my task, I enjoyed a great deal of freedom because I wanted to make the committee understand that I wanted to be independent and have the ability to choose my methods and options. As the future of Anthurium's flower export business appeared to be very compromised, it was agreed that I would be able to work in peace. I had to work hard both in the laboratory and in the planters to find a work option. This should eventually lead to a medium and long-term control method against the disease that threatened this crop. It took several months before I managed to get my advice accepted. My position became less random in an environment that was sometimes retrograde and impervious to change. The company Anthurium Export, I occupied the comfortable office of an employee who had just retired. My status quickly improved over the years and I had the full confidence of business owners and the ladies who worked there, either in surveillance situations or in the packaging of flowers. I was going to become a technician to do everything, who had to undertake research to reform everything in the compartments as far as possible from Plant Pathology. The farmers trusted me. I had to be in turn, the entomologist or the agronomist of the group. So I had to be very satisfied with my job, because I felt a bit like one of the pillars of the industry. In 1983 Jean and Nicole had been admitted to the University of Montpellier in France. Pension income and my wages enabled us to meet the monthly expenses for their studies. In Mauritius, we led a simple life without great expenses, except Sundays, when we had the table well stocked with good wines. One day, when Irene felt bad, the doctor had been summoned. After examining him, he found that she was not serious. Irenaeus had the same day insisted that he give his opinion on the condition of Roland's feet which showed unhealed wounds, the consequences of his diabetes. The doctor was surprised to find that Roland was in a bad way. His diabetes had worsened and he had started having circulation problems. It seemed that a foot had a beginning of gangrene. He advised immediate hospitalization. After a few days, it became inevitable to think of amputation, given the progress of gangrene. The doctor explained to him that his case was unresolved but that he himself had to decide on the operation. We asked him to accept. After two days of reflection, he gave his consent. Poor Roland must have lost one leg. He accepted his fate with courage, without complaint. For a man of his corpulence, he had to face a difficult situation. Indeed, it took him several months of rehabilitation before being able to move using crutches. If he did not go out a lot, he always received his old friends and, when I came to see him, he had in stock a bottle of whiskey that he could replace with another. In 1985, we made another trip to Europe to celebrate my 60th birthday. I first had to go to the United States on a mission to Hawaii. I flew a few days before Denise to go to London. After a short visit to Maulguet, north of London, I flew to Los Angeles. I could see that this city was not so populated as one might think. The climate is very pleasant, but we can not help but think of the deadly earthquakes. Indeed San Francisco and Los Angeles are located on the important San Andreas fault of the Earth's crust. It is known that the friction of the tectonic plates causes sometimes catastrophic earthquakes. From the airport, I phoned the owner of a small hotel who came to pick me up at the airport in a small van. The hotel, by the roadside, was only a stone's throw away from a small restaurant where you could buy your meals and take some fruit. We eat too much in the US, and we can see that many Americans gorging themselves to judge by the number of corpulent individuals. Men and women have obese tendencies. I remember having met at the restaurant a whole family of obese: husband, wife, children and friends. The trip of a few hours to Hawaii was pleasant. I was sitting next to a novelist who had shown me one of her novels. Surprisingly, a famous American writer Herman Wook, author of La Mutinerie de Caine was in first class on the same plane. Coincidentally, I bought the book in England for the trip. The spectacle of Hawaii volcanoes emerging from the cloud mass is unforgettable. We went to Kuai Island to drop tourists, before heading back to Hawaii with other tourists. My stay in Hawaii was very pleasant and I stayed at a great hotel in Hilo, the main town on the Big Island. The hotel was well located across from the Pacific Ocean, and I had a large room with all amenities, and even TV. The large Anthurium plantations are in Hilo. There was an epidemic in Hawaii of a bacterial disease of Anthurium, unknown in Mauritius. I had the opportunity to study this disease at leisure. I was flown by the Gervais family who owned flower production and export businesses. I took advantage of my stay to visit a Sunday, the volcanic sites of Hawaii. I was also in Hawaii during the annual National Thanksgiving Day, a holiday. Invited to the Gervais, I could taste their best Californian wine, which in my opinion is inferior to the corresponding French wine. I was so absorbed by my visits and studies that I forgot the exact date of my departure. Fortunately, I realized it a few hours before the plane left for Los Angeles. The Gervais had organized a farewell dinner but shook their heads before driving me to the airport. He took me for someone very distracted. From Los Angeles we stopped in San Francisco and I could admire the famous bridge. The return to England was long and it began to get dark when the plane landed. I took the metro to go to Eugène. After a holiday night, I left the next day by train to the west coast of England to visit a large tissue culture lab. A few days later, I left for France where Denise, Jacques and Marie France were waiting for me. Having saved money during the trip to the USA, I was able to bring Jacqueline whom we met at Roissy. Nicole and Claude also came to join us at Marie-France. As Jean was already in France, studying in Montpellier, we all had to meet in Wassy. It was an exceptionally cold year and it had snowed before Christmas. By the end of the year, the entire landscape had become white, especially the nearby forests of Wassy. December 31, Jacques took us to Verdun. In the evening, we were surprised to see Jacques isolate himself in the cellar to chop his firewood. We sympathized with Claude who refused to come to his aid on New Year's Eve. We drank champagne and Whiskey and Jacques, tired and unaccustomed to mixing alcoholic beverages, fell ill. The next day, January 1, Denise and I went to Mass at Notre Dame Church in Wassy. It was freezing cold under the nave. We then had to prepare the New Year's meal. A few days later, Jacqueline accompanied me to Paris with Laine and Fernand, who were returning to Versailles. We almost died that night, when in the vicinity of Bar le Duc, a truck skidded on the ice and we had just grazed on the edge of a precipice. We visited Jenny and Léon at Lysel in Torcy. Back to Wassy we had a short break before going to Paris again, from where we took the train to Marseille. Nicole and Claude occupied an apartment at La Juliette, not far from the SNCM offices where Claude worked. We took the opportunity to get to know this great city. We lived in the neighborhood of the port and we could walk to the Cathedral of Marseille. In some neighborhoods we have seen a riotous presence of Arabs and other North Africans. The National Party did not exist yet, but we could note the hostility of the French who were convinced of being invaded by foreigners. Claude showed us Cannes and Monaco. We took the train to Montpellier with Nicole and joined Jean and Patricia. Jean lived in an apartment on the top floor of an old rather central building, as is often found in large cities. He had as neighbor a trader 'Chez Bedos'. In the same street, you could see a red car embedded in the wall of a building. It's a rare curiosity. Not far was the Place de la Comedie, and opposite, a block of apartments including the one occupied by Chantal Serpillon the friend of Jean and Nicole, who was also studying at the university. She had already been on vacation in Mauritius and had offered to live at home. She was a kind and very intelligent girl who had seemed to be suffering from bulimia, having an unusual appetite. We had a good time in Montpellier, taking advantage of the free red bus to travel around the city. We were later with Jean at Montpellier Zoo. It is in Montpellier that we learned on the 8th of January, the death of Irenee, Denise's mother. She had had a painful old age, having apparently suffered from Alzheimer's disease. An astonishing aggressiveness had overwhelmed her natural sweetness. She had even managed to say dryly to poor Fernand, who had a great respect for her "Do not make the fool of whom. Not to do C. "As for me, I think she eyed me with what seemed to me an air of contempt or disgust by simply emitting a characteristic hue, downright disapproving. We prayed for her at the cathedral of Montpellier, a historic building but a bit hidden, famous for the beautiful organ music. We had already had the chance to hear in this beautiful old cathedral, organ compositions interpreted by a very talented stranger. Nicole and Claude came to marry religiously in Mauritius on December 29, 1986. They had married civilly with splendor in Marseilles and Gladys, Max, Laine, Fernand and the family Maulguet came to join all the family Devichi, Raymond and his children. In Mauritius, it is the father Etienne of the parish Saint John of Quatre-Bornes who celebrated the marriage. The residue of the family who had not emigrated to Australia or Europe had been invited, but Claude insisted on inviting the singer Caramedon's parents. We took the opportunity to invite my cousin Françou who was in Mauritius with his wife Jacqueline whom I knew for a long time, as well as his brother Mimiche. We received the guests in a new hotel in Quatre Bornes. My friends from MSIRI had also been invited and Pépé Ferré delivered the speech. He had remembered that I had once fulfilled the same role at his own wedding. The next day, the newlyweds had been in a camp at Tombeau Bay. Not wanting to be alone, we joined them the next day. We could eat lobsters that were still sold in the streets. Due to the strong heat that bothered us, we returned to Quatre Bornes, without taking advantage of the sea. The micro propagation laboratory was created by the group Anthurium Export, in association with many planters of the group, after the approval of the plan I had developed. . I had to convince the promoters before reaching an agreement. The laboratory had to spread Anthurium only at first. I had to provide estimates of the cost of equipment and expenses. A company was created and I had to be a modest shareholder at 2%. Having convinced the director to employ Jean as the main technician to undertake the propagation work, he accepted and Jean, still a student in Montpellier, went to take courses with Dr. Febvre. He came to Mauritius to help us install the lab on a good professional basis, according to conventional criteria. He spent more than a month at home until the completion of the installation work. He was to become a friend of the family and spend his spare time with us. upon completion of the work of the facility. He was to become a friend of the family and spend his spare time with us. upon completion of the work of the facility. He was to become a friend of the family and spend his spare time with us. During a visit from Gladys and Ludovic, he had accompanied us on a ride up the Thumb. We had rented a house at Avenue Flamant Sodnac, to install the laboratory. Today, Jean has become the manager of the laboratory and Jacqueline has become one of the technicians in recent years. For me, this is only a distant memory of a certain realization and a lot of tenacity. I am not however dissatisfied with the part I played in this realization. The bishop of Port Louis, Monsignor Margeot, was made Cardinal the same year that Maud came to Mauritius with Maisie to celebrate his 70th birthday. It was December 26, 1988. I had to celebrate my birthday at midnight on December 27th. We rented for a month the Louison camp at Peyrébére. The whole Koerkel family who had made the trip to attend the wedding was with us. The scorching heat, the mosquitoes and the pains of Zona made me spend painful and very unpleasant hours. I was sick and did not want to party. Claude, his sister Nicole, and her friend, who had come to Mauritius for the wedding, had rented another camp more comfortable than ours, still at Peyrebere. Maud and Maisie lived in a third camp at Grand Bay, with the Poisson family. A former co-worker who had been in the habit of visiting us on December 27 was present with his wife for the noisy party. These faithful friends, Yolla and Jocelyn greeted my birthday at midnight with firecrackers. The French neighbors, furious at being inconvenienced by the noise, strongly protested. Despite the pains of Zona, I had to spend the evening drinking and celebrating. Maud, always coquettish, did not want to mention her age and pretended naively to be less old than me. The next day, my birthday, we left to Quatre Bornes with Maud and Maisie, because we did not want to miss the mass. The new Cardinal Jean Margéot, was to honor his presence with a Mass to commemorate the feast of St John in our parish church. This is the first time that the band of the Police in full came to animate the mass. After Mass we showered the event with Champagne and Mady Comty who came to visit us was delighted to share the bottle of Veuve Cliquot. Jean and Patricia's wedding took place on Monday, December 19, 1988. I was still suffering from Zona. The wedding took place at the church of Saint John by the priest Billot who seemed to suffer from a flu that day. Father Renker, our friend Jean Luc, an Alsatian, who was a child of the house, because he often came to our house even before going to study at the seminary in France, pronounced the homily. Father Billot had a curious diction that gave the impression that he sometimes articulated each word of a sentence, which earned him the sobriquet of Robot. The party took place in Curepipe in a large colonial residence. There was a model of the Eiffel Tower in the courtyard. Maud was very remarkable for her particular exuberance. She was well on the train and even gave a solo Tango show with Gilbert Poisson, his rider for the occasion. Carine was also noticed in a solo dance of her time. It was Jacques who took the toast. His speech was humorous with jokes at my expense. Jean and Patricia had known each other for quite some time and had been together sometimes in Montpellier, sometimes in Scotland. That day, they looked quite harmless. I think they had to leave the next day for the honeymoon. In 1990, I stopped working at Anthurium Export and became a consultant for the group. Max and Mathé came to stay in Mauritius in 1990. They left for France on 31.9.90. We made another trip to Europe in 1992. This time we left on June 24 to return to Mauritius on September 19. The event of this trip was the baptism of Marie-Claire in Wassy, ​​on the 12th of July. Later, we were with Jacques in London by car, for ten days. A friend of Carine had accompanied us. We left Dover on August 22 to return to France. In Paris we stayed at Nicole Lacube, Claude's sister, with Carine, before going to Laine and Fernand in Versailles. I remember a nice walk by train to Strasbourg with Marie-France and Stéphanie. We visited the famous cathedral and could hear the sounds and see the jerky joints of the famous clock. Before visiting the city, we had to go to the hospital for Marie-Claire's medical exams. Marie-France did not want to take the risk of losing a second child by sudden infant death. We left the Koerkel family to go to Versailles. We then took a night train with a berth to go to the south of France at the Febvre family. This one made us visit Tarbes before driving us to Lourdes where we had a pleasant day. Our stay in Ajaccio had to be particularly enjoyable. We visited Corte, Porto-Vecchio, Bonifacio and Bastia. Maisie came to meet us in Corsica for a week and we multiplied the sea baths. I was with Nicole in the car to get Maisie. Nicole made us listen to folk music for tourists. It was authentic Corsican music with very Italian intonations. Maisie left before the festivities to mark the anniversary of the founding of the city of Ajaccio. The streets were illuminated and we mixed with the large crowd to attend an outdoor concert of singer Bachelet, which was then very popular. I was impressed by his professionalism and the excellent quality of his orchestra. From Bastia, we returned to Marseilles by another liner. Denise and I took the TGV to Paris, from where we went back to Wassy again. Maisie left before the festivities to mark the anniversary of the founding of the city of Ajaccio. The streets were illuminated and we mixed with the large crowd to attend an outdoor concert of singer Bachelet, which was then very popular. I was impressed by his professionalism and the excellent quality of his orchestra. From Bastia, we returned to Marseilles by another liner. Denise and I took the TGV to Paris, from where we went back to Wassy again. Maisie left before the festivities to mark the anniversary of the founding of the city of Ajaccio. The streets were illuminated and we mixed with the large crowd to attend an outdoor concert of singer Bachelet, which was then very popular. I was impressed by his professionalism and the excellent quality of his orchestra. From Bastia, we returned to Marseilles by another liner. Denise and I took the TGV to Paris, from where we went back to Wassy again. After the last holidays and farewells, we took the train back to Paris. Two days later Laine and Fernand accompanied us to the airport to fly to Mauritius. Death of Roland. Iryse had a pretty serious problem with the blood circulation. She could make clots that could have caused fatal embolisms. The doctor had advised him to have his blood regularly analyzed to determine the rate of fluidity. During one of these fits, she was admitted to the Good Shepherd Clinic. Very badly, she seemed to have been fatally injured. Roland solemnly brought the husband of the maid Annie, named Bic, and said to him: 'Make good cleaning the front yard where the body arrived. ' He was convinced that it was a matter of days. Iryse however recovered and on her return to Beau Bassin, she resumed her normal habits and continued to torment poor Roland with his plans to sell the house. Roland was strongly opposed to any idea of ​​abandoning the maternal home. He only wanted to allow him to live in the old house. 'If I leave this house, I will die,' he said to us with emotion. Highly stressed by family chicaneries, Roland's health had deteriorated significantly for some time now. He was still drinking alcohol but had taken the habit of eating less. He still had a high rate of diabetes and began to get treatment with daily insulin injections. He bought a cheap whiskey at the local shop, belonging to a Chinese named Square. He consumed regularly, moderately, during the week but sips at the end of the week. I think he was still able to take half a bottle at least. He rarely traveled and stuck in a rattan armchair always placed in the same corner of the veranda, he asked in a low voice that allowed particular become a certain inability to serve himself: "Annie, mo felt me ​​tired served yes grog. " he asked in a low, peculiar voice that allowed him to become a certain incapacity to serve himself: "Annie, I felt myself tired served ti grog. " he asked in a low, peculiar voice that allowed him to become a certain incapacity to serve himself: "Annie, I felt myself tired served ti grog. " Poor Roland, already diabetic, had also given symptoms of a urea affection. On November 2, 1989, he died at the Bon Pasteur clinic. Ironically, it was up to Iryse to welcome the remains of his brother, in the house that Roland could not see again. We had lost Roland. He often missed me for his particular humor and his taste for family meetings well watered that I share elsewhere. The next day, for the funeral, family and friends flocked. It was Roland's desire to have a lot of people for his funeral. He was buried in the same grave as Aunt Andrina Crouche, who died on September 15, 1969, his daughter Hilda, who died accidentally at the age of 9 on July 8, 1928, and the sweet aunt Elina Crouche who we called Lina, died January 3, 1971. In 1991, we learned with difficulty that Maud had been stricken with brain congestion in New Zealand. She had not been paralyzed but had a serious throat problem. She had difficulty glutinating and spitting in abundance. It made it difficult for her to be so disabled and to inconvenience the people around her. She had been forced to leave her apartment and move to Maisie's home. As she had expressed the desire to return to Mauritius I wrote to her with the agreement of Denise to invite her to live with us at Quatre Bornes. It seemed to us that the Poisson family did not want to take on the responsibility of welcoming Maud since Michel lived with Marcel and Lily and had a disagreement with her husband. We went to pick her up at the airport and we were grieved to see her arrive in a wheelchair. She had aged, now obviously bearing her age. Poor Maud had always jealously wished to keep the secret of her true age. We gave it a single room, easy access, at the back of the house. She did not really like classical music and showed her wonder at my passion for this music, which I did not hide. It seemed to me that she had even nodded when I realized that I was so happy to listen to Bach or religious music. She often put herself under the little open veranda, to watch me make the size of the bamboo hedge. It indicated to me the particular places where defects had to be corrected with shears. It was hot and I was sweating. It is possible, that having not sufficiently absorbed water, I had damaged my urinary system somewhat. On Easter Sunday, we went out of Mass and went to take the tension of Maud and Denise. I did not think I had to take mine. As usual, we had a menu worthy of the event, and I remember it was made up of a fish captain stew, a roast beef tongue and a pork curry and embrevades . It was a popular menu for us at big parties. I had only had an aperitif and I was going to eat the fish with a little wine, when I suddenly felt a great weakness. Having already had hemorrhage from the duodenum, I thought I had recurred. My condition getting worse, Jean took me to Candos Hospital. An inexperienced doctor accepted my diagnosis and advised me to stay in hospital. He had noticed that I was not bleeding. Jean decided that it would be better for me to be admitted to the Good Shepherd Clinic and consult a specialist. After a few days of treatment with Selexid, a potent antibiotic, the fever went down and after less than a week, I felt better. Despite the injections of drugs, I was able to return to Quatre-Bornes the following Sunday and with the doctor's permission, I was able to comfort myself by taking two good whiskeys. I was on the road to healing. During my illness Maud had lived with Lily. As my health seemed rather unstable, the lack of security for the family prevented us from rescuing Maud. As the Poisson family had no place to welcome her, she decided to go back to New Zealand. She was to return with Maisie a year later and this time was welcomed by the Poisson family. She had trouble adjusting to this family, and once again she resolved to return to New Zealand permanently. I remember perfectly his saddened look at the departure to Plaisance. I think she did not have a good idea of ​​the risks of becoming established here, because in the ignorance of the causes of my septicemia, my disappearance would have left her completely abandoned. The owner of the Quatre-Bornes house, having had the desire to get rich, had illegally built a building at the back of the house where we lived. He had taken a new, rich arrogance that displeased me. It was difficult to live longer at home. I think she did not have a good idea of ​​the risks of becoming established here, because in the ignorance of the causes of my septicemia, my disappearance would have left her completely abandoned. The owner of the Quatre-Bornes house, having had the desire to get rich, had illegally built a building at the back of the house where we lived. He had taken a new, rich arrogance that displeased me. It was difficult to live longer at home. I think she did not have a good idea of ​​the risks of becoming established here, because in the ignorance of the causes of my septicemia, my disappearance would have left her completely abandoned. The owner of the Quatre-Bornes house, having had the desire to get rich, had illegally built a building at the back of the house where we lived. He had taken a new, rich arrogance that displeased me. It was difficult to live longer at home. He had taken a new, rich arrogance that displeased me. It was difficult to live longer at home. He had taken a new, rich arrogance that displeased me. It was difficult to live longer at home. We rented a house next to the owner's house. Claude and Nicole, traveling to Mauritius, had visited the still unoccupied house in our company, and had found it pretty pretty and quite suitable. Our new owner was a perfect gentleman who unfortunately suffered from emphysema and had severe breathing problems. His illness made him impatient to the point of not sparing his wife Solange. We moved to occupy the new home on May 15, 1993, the day Marie Claire was born. We wanted to hang the housewarming according to the well-established holiday traditions of the family. Iryse, ill, could not climb the stairs and never came to this house. Death of Maud. In New Zealand, Maud had adapted to live in a 'home' and had many friends. She was very popular and provided services to other Home tenants. One evening she had received in her room, Maisie, Clair, and some friends. She had had one or two whiskeys and looked pretty healthy. She must have died that night in her sleep. She died alone in her room on January 10, 1993, and Maisie was not informed until the next morning. This news has greatly saddened us; because everyone loved Maud for his easy nature and his joie de vivre. His funeral was held in Wellington. Death of Iryse. On Iryse's 70th birthday, Denise, Jacqueline and I brought some supplies for the occasion. So there was a small party friendly and simple to commemorate the event. His health had deteriorated somewhat. Some months later, suffering from the complications of her illness, she had been admitted to the clinic. This time his condition would quickly get worse. She had high urea and diabetes, and had heart problems. She had ended up having, like Roland, a scarring problem. She went home, thinking she was recovering. So we had the difficult task of telling him the whole truth. If she wanted to live again, you had to amputate. However, the doctor told us that she was practically unfortunate enough to undergo the operation, having a failing heart. She was therefore sentenced. I see the unfortunate girl lying on her bed and struck with astonishment and disbelief. She turned to the other side of the bed, to avoid our eyes and began to cry slowly. She quickly realized that there was no hope of healing and refused to be amputated. A few days later, his foot darkened, affected by gangrene. Despite Annie's astonishing optimism, she was supposed to die on May 1st. It was Labor Day and also Laura's birthday. She was buried in the cemetery of Souillac in the grave of her parents Irénée and Anatole. Irenaeus had died since January 9, 1986. After her death the Crouche family members met in Mauritius for the sale of the house. Claude and It was during this period, during a visit of the Devichi in Mauritius that the idea had sprouted from asking Nicole to introduce me to computers. The idea quickly gained momentum and we went to Port Louis to examine the offers. We acquired a Modeste device with 100 Mb of hard disk and only 4 Ram of memory. It was then considered to be quite satisfying. At the time of writing, in 2001, I have a 40 gigabyte Pentium 800 computer and 196 MB of memory! Initiated promptly in Word and Excel, Professor Colo, very demanding and expeditious, had to do what I call in English a 'crash course'- We understand or we abrautit. 'it goes or it breaks!' I think I probably had a gift for computers, because I think I quickly climbed the distance between the beginner and the insider. This first computer is still at Jean and Laurent uses it. Jenny, the eldest of our family, had voluntarily chosen to live with her children. She had first been to France, where Jacqueline and I had met her at Lysel in Torcy. It had been astonishing to find that she lived with Leon in a single, rather cramped room. I could never understand why she sold her big house at Pope Hennessy Street, Beau Bassin where she lived comfortably. Lysel, who had marital problems, had temporarily abandoned her second husband, a doctor rather odd character, to focus on a young unemployed, very unfriendly in my opinion, who claimed to be racist, being a warm supporter of Le Pin's national front. Lysel's own children seemed to disapprove of their mother's life. Jenny and Leon have I think I took the pretext of the climate too cold and made the decision to go settle this time in Australia. Rosemay, the other daughter of Jenny and Leon, had married Jean Rene Moutia and lived with his children in Melbourne. Jenny seemed to like Melbourne despite the harsh weather. She had problems with arthritis and a little diabetes. His diabetes is thought to have caused heart problems. She had suffered from a sore throat, then a second and seemed to have recovered from this last attack when she died on April 15, 1995. Having curiously opted for the crematorium, Jenny has no grave at Melboune. Here again, the fate of a person who has always had conservative views is dreaming. Jenny was keenly interested in the family graves, and had once chosen to be buried at her death in the Ithier family grave. She insisted that our mother be buried there. Yet our father had been buried in St. John's grave where I would one day have my place for eternal rest. One day, Denise and I, we will find ourselves side by side in our respective graves. Only a few months after moving, we embarked on a new trip to Europe. Travel to Europe before my 70th birthday in 1995. It was in the month of April. We arrived in Paris in really cold weather. Temperature 0 ° C. Gladys, Jacques and Carine came to meet us and we were at a restaurant at the airport. I had suffered well, this time the length of the trip by plane and felt fit. Denise looked more tired. We traveled by car with Jacques and Carine de Roissy to Wassy. Carine who had just had her driving license had taken the wheel. Marie-France being at work, we waited for lunch. In the evening, for the family dinner: Whiskey Black Label and white wine Muscadet. On the menu: Roast Pork and Camarons. We took the night train with Marie-France and Carine to St Dizier to go by Dijon to Rome in Rome on Monday, April 24, and stayed at the hotel Serena Delle Rosa. We were visiting the Vatican the same day by bus. In Rome, passengers often travel upright, crammed into the vehicle The next day was the great general tour to visit the city Our favorite sites: St. Mary Major, the Colosseum, the Forum, the monument Victor Emmanuel, the fountain of Trevi , and once again the Vatican. We also wanted to visit the Vatican Museum and the Sistine Chapel. In the evening, very tired, for having walked a lot, we took our meals at the restaurant: On the 26th we returned to St. Mary Major and on the way we bought the leather goods. At the hotel, "Entrata and Uscida," - entrance and exit. We took the road to Oscida where there is another railway station. We left, about 4 hours to Livorno. The train runs along the coast at the end of the trip, and you can admire the big waves of the Mediterranean. In Livorno, Claude and Nicole came to welcome us by car. Surprise! The family was driving to Florence where they stayed in a luxurious hotel in the center of the city at the Duomo Hotel, located in Piazza Duomo, in front of the big cathedral. The next day, Thursday the 27th, we went to visit the famous city, passing by Ste Marie of the Flowers, the cathedral, then St-Laurent. On leaving St Laurent, I have the wallet removed by a troop of gypsies. An old woman was surrounded by a few girls. A girl pulls me by one side of my jacket while the others are busy to steal me. Clean, professional work. "Thanks to you, a litter of gypsies will be able to eat for a month! Claude said to me as a consolation. And as he read the doubt and disbelief on my face, he added. "It's obligatory alms! We had to inform the police to cancel the credit card. Fortunately Claude could speak Italian fluently with the policewoman. Nevertheless, we continued our plan of visits, and I was able to discover with wonder, the best sites of Florence. For example, we have admired the jewelers' bridge and the Marie church. On our way back we were to Pisa, where we visited the dome and the famous leaning tower. The trip to Livorno was enjoyable, and we had the opportunity to enjoy the Italian countryside. In Livorno we spent the night in a beautiful Italian cruise liner. Denise and I had the opportunity to dance during the night party under Nicole's eyes whose eyes sparkled with mischief. The next day the boat left for Bastia. We docked the port of Bastia on Friday 28. Raymond, father of Claude and Nicole Lacube came to welcome us on arrival. The weather was gloomy, and the weather quite cool. We were soon comfortable in the apartment of Claude and Nicole. On Saturday, April 29, we were all at St. Florentin. From Bastia, the road winds towards a pass and goes down to the sea on the other side of the island. On April 30, it was an authentic family reunion, with the Malbéto couple, the Devichi, Raymond, Nicole Lacube and the two of us. After mass and baptisms at Notre Dame des Victoires, we visited the Flower Fair and an antique car show in Bastia. On May 1st, for Laura's birthday (5 years old), we had a great family lunch. Denise participated in preparing her shrimp dish. Menu 1 May 1995. Garnished salad and Nimbe. Shrimps with red sauce. Leg of Lamb and sautéed apple. Dessert. Birthday cake. Champagne Bordeaux white and red Corsican wines. In the afternoon, we went for a walk to the pond of Biguglia, and visited the ancient capital of Corsica Pisane with its ancient Roman ruins. In the village of Furiani on the heights, we saw the famous football stadium that had been the site of a dreadful tragedy after the collapse of part of the lodges. It was for a meeting against Marseille. There were several dead and also seriously injured athletes, many of whom remained crippled. The next day, Tuesday, May 2, we visited the mountain to see the panorama of the city of Bastia television relay. On Wednesday, May 3rd, Nicole had organized a children's party for Laura's 5 years. We were amazed at the girl's striking charm, in her beautiful fairy dress. We were another day at the cathedral of Bastia, St. Mary and prayed at the Crucifix of the miracle at the church of St. Cross of the Citadel which was the party. It was for a meeting against Marseille. There were several dead and also seriously injured athletes, many of whom remained crippled. The next day, Tuesday, May 2, we visited the mountain to see the panorama of the city of Bastia television relay. On Wednesday, May 3rd, Nicole had organized a children's party for Laura's 5 years. We were amazed at the girl's striking charm, in her beautiful fairy dress. We were another day at the cathedral of Bastia, St. Mary and prayed at the Crucifix of the miracle at the church of St. Cross of the Citadel which was the party. It was for a meeting against Marseille. There were several dead and also seriously injured athletes, many of whom remained crippled. The next day, Tuesday, May 2, we visited the mountain to see the panorama of the city of Bastia television relay. On Wednesday, May 3rd, Nicole had organized a children's party for Laura's 5 years. We were amazed at the girl's striking charm, in her beautiful fairy dress. We were another day at the cathedral of Bastia, St. Mary and prayed at the Crucifix of the miracle at the church of St. Cross of the Citadel which was the party. On Wednesday, May 3rd, Nicole had organized a children's party for Laura's 5 years. We were amazed at the girl's striking charm, in her beautiful fairy dress. We were another day at the cathedral of Bastia, St. Mary and prayed at the Crucifix of the miracle at the church of St. Cross of the Citadel which was the party. On Wednesday, May 3rd, Nicole had organized a children's party for Laura's 5 years. We were amazed at the girl's striking charm, in her beautiful fairy dress. We were another day at the cathedral of Bastia, St. Mary and prayed to the Crucifix of the miracle at the church of St. Cross of the Citadel which was the party. Thursday, May 4 Raymond left on the steamer 'Napoléon'. He had driven us to Bastia in his van, which had been moved to bed like a caravan. Previously, we had been on a beach by a hot sun, and a sea bath had invigorated us. On Saturday the 6th we completed the long drive to Cape Corsica. I was pleased to have had the opportunity to visit the Lavasina Church, where a miracle of healing of the Blessed Virgin had taken place. Very close to Nicole's apartment, you could still visit St Anthony of Padua. There was then in the church, an exhibition of the saint's relics. Sunday 7 was the presidential election. Chirac was to come out victorious. We were the same day in Picnic in Biguglia. The sea bath was rather cold. Tuesday 9. Dinner at André Seta's house, a pharmacy friend of the Devichi. Parents d'Aideée, André's wife live in Reunion. Seta surprised everyone by asking me if I was a malabar. He took the brown Mauritians for malabars. I wanted to let the remark pass by my silence, but Nicole held in a tone of protest to give another version to the pharmacist. This story of malabar did not stop us from enjoying the famous chicken curral Massalé Reunion. The following Thursday we visited Ile Rousse and Calvi. In return Nicole wanted to show us the famous fair of Search. In the evening we had dinner with Claudia, a Mauritian who married French postman André Saint Jour. On Sunday 21st, after a long drive, we went to Bonifacio. It's a walk that I particularly like. Bonifacio is a fairy town and the site of white cliffs in front of Sardinia is unforgettable. On the way back to Bastia by Porte Vecchio, we went to Ghisonascia at the postman Saint Jour. Claude and Nicole gave us the opportunity to enjoy Corsican pork butchery. There are plenty of sausages and sausages. Coppa (rolled loin), Lanzu (peppered fillet) and U. Salcicciu (sausage). Fish is much more abundant than in France. We had red mullet, wolf, rascane, tuna and sea bream among others. Corsican liqueurs are excellent. They are often of high alcohol content. We left Bastia by boat on Tuesday 23. These cruises are very comfortable. Ferry ships can have temporary capacity exceeding 2500 people. The next day we visited Gisele. Claude took us to Martigues to see Max and Mathé. Max picked us up in his own car with Marie Laure, a little girl from Mick. We followed it to the sea at Martigues in the suburbs of Marseilles. He was staying with Mathé in a small camp belonging to Mick. At 10 am Mathé wanted me to drink a whiskey! Authoritarian, she admonished me: 'You'll drink it!' They were disappointed that we were not going to spend all day at home, because Claude wanted to take the road to Lourdes before noon. Mathé had become all round with an overweight caused by bulimia. Max said she ate a lot too much. Max wanted to give us his big car for the trip, but Claude preferred his, which he knew better. So we went to Lourdes where we arrived tired at night. We were able to book a good hotel not far from the sanctuary. Marie France and Jacques came to join us the next day and after the pilgrimages we had a little party at the restaurant. After Lourdes, we once again found Paris to fly and return to the country. On Jean's side, there was a project to transfer the lab to another site because there was no more room for developments. The laboratory is nowadays located in Bel Etang, where the largest areas of Anthurium culture are located. Jacqueline, who had lost her job at Auction Mart when the company went bankrupt, was employed by Microlab as a laboratory assistant. She travels every day with Jean by car to his place of work. Every Sunday, the family gathered at Quatre-Bornes, at our place, for the family lunch. Mathé thought that Max was seriously dead in 1996. In our previous trip in 1995, I spoke to him, On May 5, 1996, the country learned of the death of Gaétan Duval, the great politician who called himself 'King of Creoles.' He was treated to a national funeral and the partisans, like the political opponents, went in large numbers to pay him homage. We had never seen so many people in Mauritius for funerals. We decided to settle in the sea to enjoy our old age. As we liked Flic en Flac we consulted a broker, a young lady named named Kokill. An apartment in the center of the building, Flamboyant, seemed excellent. We were at the second. There were three bedrooms, the main one, large enough had its own bathroom and private toilet. We were very comfortably settled in this new home, while retaining the use of Q.Bornes's house. We had managed to have our second home for some time. The departure for Flic en Flac took place on January 27, 1996. The move was done with the help of Jean and my cousin Mimiche. He has devoted himself to install the curtains the ice creams etc. I had to buy new furniture. A neighbor living on the same floor sold us her living room furniture and a small refrigerator. We invited Mimiche's family to hang out on a Sunday morning. The years spent in Flic en Flac I think were the most beautiful of my life. I took 4 to 5 baths a week and sometimes went at night to watch the beautiful sunset. We could see the sunset from our own little balcony. A night watchman we had known died suddenly in his hut, recessed at the bottom of the stairs. On the eve of his passing, I jokingly told him that the old people could go to the late Mass. 'Great man there, all salt talk!' he had to retort me seriously. Some time later, another gardener-guardian came to work in the building. He was a skinny little man, fond of drinking. He begged every week to Denise 'Ene ti cache cigarette'. We received many visits from relatives and friends in this camp. First Claude and Nicole, then Marie-France and Stephanie in July 1996. The following year Mazy, Gladys and Max. The arrival of Max was an event because with his emphysema and his lung problems he had to absorb oxygen permanently. The day of his arrival, Jean and Gilbert Poisson carried him on a chair upstairs. He had to carry his oxygen apparatus which was very heavy. When Frédéric and his wife Melissa came to join Maisie, they rented a camp that was not too comfortable in Flic en Flac near La Pirogue. Max was joining them for a few days, but preferred to come back home. He liked to go to a large veranda at the back of the building to smoke a half-cigarette and admire the view, leaning on the balustrade. He always carried the thread of the gas. Max did not like the same classical music as me. He preferred the songs, the operas, the sound openings, the French music of Verdi or Berlioz. He said that I was like his son Dany and that I was always inclined to listen to Bach's music !. He was amazed at the work on religious themes I was doing on the computer. "Big job! " He said. Laine and Fernand undertook a trip to Mauritius in 1997. They stayed at Myrielle, but often came to Flic en Flac. Fernand had the patience to follow Laine when she launched him, so to speak, a summons to accompany him to the Casino. He was executing without protest. It was a sweet! They did not take advantage of the sea baths, but participated in family reunions and parties at the sea at dusk. Fernand, Myrielle and Gaby, had come one morning, visited us and we had the family to lunch. Gaby Edouard Betsy died on November 15, 1996. It was Myrielle's husband and a great domino player. He had worked at Mamet in Port Louis and knew the spirits trade well. He had been in his youth, a football game of the Fire Brigade, where he held the position of goalkeeper. During a meeting, he had injured the arcane eyebrow and proudly showed his scars. Despite heart problems, he had unorthodox methods to heal himself. He seemed to avoid the doctors. I saw him one day in his garden with Fernand who was visiting him. He was moving slowly, his feet being swollen. We had lunch together in family at Myrielle, which was to be our last meal in this house. A few months later, Laine and Fernand having left for France, Gaby, who had gone to consult an oculist, was struck by a heart attack. He had been admitted to a clinic and was thought to have been rehabilitated when he had a second heart attack. Badly advised by a doctor, Myrielle, Dany and Gerard, have committed the imprudence to transport him in this state by car. It was fatal. Gaby died on the way before arriving at the hospital. We came in the evening to gather in front of the remains of poor Bolo. I had once promised him to put a domino, the double 6, in his coffin. It had been, it must be said, a true expert of this game that had fascinated him. I quietly dropped a simple little rose. He was buried in the same grave as Roland in the cemetery of Souillac. I was disappointed that I did not have an adequate pension from Anthurium Export. They certainly gave me my due, a sum of 150,000 rupees. That was all. I had a huge shortfall overnight, but this problem had already happened in my career and I had to deal with it. In spite of my obstinacy in keeping the two houses, I had to agree with Jean and Jacqueline. So we regretfully abandoned the camp Flic en Flac to return to Quatre-Bornes. The drama of London. Accident and death of Fernand, August 12, 1997. After meeting for the conversation, in the kitchen, the whole family went to the courtyard to have appetizers. They dined on the spot at the entrance of the house. Fernand had stayed in the dining room and had taken off his shoes. Wool, Joelle and Maud were in the room upstairs to prepare the beds when they heard a loud crash. Joelle says it was a terrible noise. As Fernand was moving with socks, he would have slipped near the stairs, and could have tumbled to the bottom. It is still unclear how the accident occurred. His head seemed to have been sunken, and he was bleeding from his left ear. He was still breathing. Transported by ambulance to the hospital, the doctors tried to resuscitate him. There were 4 to 5 doctors including specialists. A little before midnight his heart stopped, but the doctors managed to revive him. The heart did not hold, however, and he died between midnight and one in the morning. The doctors announced the news to the family, who was in the hospital. The autopsy was to confirm that the death was caused by a serious fracture of the skull. There was a lot of damage to the skull and brain. There was no trace of heart problems or clots. He seemed to have enjoyed good health. He was buried in the Montreuil Cemetery, Versailles Copied with an e-mail message from this period: - "Jacqueline was living in Sodnac in an apartment bought by Jean for Laurent. (Here is a Felix who has a taste for property!) Little Christine, who remains very small, is now a regular of Grandma and Grandpa. It is a rowdy but cheerful character. Big Lawrence, is strong and grows day by day. He is a great cartoonist who also does a lot of sports. He also takes swimming and riding lessons. Despite the weather forecast, there were only cloud bands without cyclones. Good for Flic en Flac which remains intact. The beach is really beautiful right now. Another mourning, affected the family, Cyril Crouche died in November 1997. Jean and his family were then traveling to Melbourne. Unfortunately Jean who left for Sydney did not have the opportunity to see his godfather alive. We had seen Cyril again in 1994 when the whole Crouche family had gathered in Mauritius for the sale of Irénée's house. He had spent his holidays in a camp at Peyrébère, with Fernand, Laine, Gaby, Myrielle, and the Maulguet family. A surprising fact: three of the four men who were in the camp have since died. Cyril had not aged much, but he regularly drank a large quantity of beer. He drank it all the time and Lizzie even told us that in Australia he sometimes wanked himself with beer. One night, after having drunk well, Cyril fell violently on the ground, struck with a cerebral congestion. He remained in coma for several days until his death. Jean had to travel from Melbourne to Sydney by car for the funeral. We learned from him that Australian manners allow parties after funerals. So there was a large gathering of relatives and friends, sharing memories of good times with Cyril, happily clinking. Cyril had been a good boy a little rough, who had a gift for carpentry and carpentry. He had been a vocational teacher and that might be what made him so nervous. He was quite different from his brother Roland. One night, after having drunk well, Cyril fell violently on the ground, struck with a cerebral congestion. He remained in coma for several days until his death. Jean had to travel from Melbourne to Sydney by car for the funeral. We learned from him that Australian manners allow parties after funerals. So there was a large gathering of relatives and friends, sharing memories of good times with Cyril, happily clinking. Cyril had been a good boy a little rough, who had a gift for carpentry and carpentry. He had been a vocational teacher and that might be what made him so nervous. He was quite different from his brother Roland. One night, after having drunk well, Cyril fell violently on the ground, struck with a cerebral congestion. He remained in coma for several days until his death. Jean had to travel from Melbourne to Sydney by car for the funeral. We learned from him that Australian manners allow parties after funerals. So there was a large gathering of relatives and friends, sharing memories of good times with Cyril, happily clinking. Cyril had been a good boy a little rough, who had a gift for carpentry and carpentry. He had been a vocational teacher and that might be what made him so nervous. He was quite different from his brother Roland. He remained in coma for several days until his death. Jean had to travel from Melbourne to Sydney by car for the funeral. We learned from him that Australian manners allow parties after funerals. So there was a large gathering of relatives and friends, sharing memories of good times with Cyril, happily clinking. Cyril had been a good boy a little rough, who had a gift for carpentry and carpentry. He had been a vocational teacher and that might be what made him so nervous. He was quite different from his brother Roland. He remained in coma for several days until his death. Jean had to travel from Melbourne to Sydney by car for the funeral. We learned from him that Australian manners allow parties after funerals. So there was a large gathering of relatives and friends, sharing memories of good times with Cyril, happily clinking. Cyril had been a good boy a little rough, who had a gift for carpentry and carpentry. He had been a vocational teacher and that might be what made him so nervous. He was quite different from his brother Roland. So there was a large gathering of relatives and friends, sharing memories of good times with Cyril, happily clinking. Cyril had been a good boy a little rough, who had a gift for carpentry and carpentry. He had been a vocational teacher and that might be what made him so nervous. He was quite different from his brother Roland. So there was a large gathering of relatives and friends, sharing memories of good times with Cyril, happily clinking. Cyril had been a good boy a little rough, who had a gift for carpentry and carpentry. He had been a vocational teacher and that might be what made him so nervous. He was quite different from his brother Roland. All her children are married in Australia and this strain of Crouche, inspired by a traditional morality that comes from good education, will undoubtedly bring honor to the country. E-mail message. Monday, November 2, 98. "Denise is now fully recovered. More bronchitis, more diabetes, more tension! She opted to 'rest' "Capab Front" as Jacqueline predicts. Yesterday it was All Saints' Day, the family lunch was hosted by Christine. We had a good salmis of duck and a bottle of Saint Emillion Jean brought back from Reunion. Jean had participated the day before in a Halloween show in Albion. My work in practical theology is progressing little by little and we will find a way to publish. It's nice work with the computer. Jacqueline often comes to our house and she spends at least two days every week. There is the market and the fair next door. I cut my thumb so much that it took a small operation at the clinic. We had riots after the death of a Rasta singer who had been imprisoned for drug use. Looters and other criminals took advantage to rob shops, etc. The riot had even begun to degenerate into a communal brawl between Ti Creoles and Hindus. The situation has returned to normal but unstable. A specialist in Réunion confirmed that the singer had been beaten to death, we can expect reactions. The myth of the model country where communities live in harmony, has taken a dirty blow. I got rid of the old Renault, which has become really old. So we go three days a week to Flic en Flac by bus. Famous bath! In 1999 we embarked on a new trip to Europe. Travel 1999. from April 30th to July 19th. We were as always in Wassy, ​​in Corsica in Lourdes and in England with Nicole and Laura. Marie-France and Jacques came to meet us in Roissy. On Sunday, May 2, we attended Mass at Our Lady of Wassy. There was a ceremony for two baptisms. On May 5th, Marie-France and Marie-Claire came with us to make a big tour to the East. Marie France left her car at Bar le Duc and we took the train. In Nancy, we were able to visit the Cathedral and Stalingrad Square. Denise did not know Strasbourg and was happy to visit the same day, the famous cathedral and the place Gutenberg. On our way back to Bar le Duc, we went to Carine's place before taking the long road back to Wassy. While we were having lunch in Strasbourg, a Senegalese street vendor approached us to sell belts. He offered me a cheap one. He also sold necklaces to Marie-France and Denise. This strange character had then asked Marie-France in marriage. He told us that he already had two women. On Friday 7th, I was happy to visit Reims by car, with Marie-France and Denise. We also visited St Denis Cathedral. The same day we were at the Arc de Triomphe and the Palais de Chaillot to contemplate the magnificent panorama towards the Eiffel Tower. A large sign in the middle of the tower, indicated the number of days for the year 2000. This time we traveled a lot by bus, having bought the Orange card for a week. At Laine, we started living at her own pace so as not to change her habits. I even had to start playing at tiercé and Quarté. Laine did not want to accompany us to Paris. After a visit to Fernand's grave, we went to Montparnasse and then to the chapel of the Miraculous Medal. There was a mass of pilgrims from Lourdes .. On Wednesday 12th after the traditional visit to Notre Dame de Paris, Denis bought a pair of good shoes at the fountain St-Georges. Gladys came to meet us and we had lunch together. We were then at the Sacred Heart of Montmartre. On Thursday the 13th we went with Laine to Jocelyn Edouard Betsy. Bertille prepared us an excellent meal: guinea fowl and French sausage platter. Jocelyn showed us a huge hypermarket, the Carrefour where I could see the latest developments in computer science. DVD, scanner, digital photo. After dinner, we went to Paris to admire the lights of the city. Jocelyn made us take the avenue of the Champs Elysees that we finally could contemplate the night, in all its splendor. On Friday the 13th, we took the bus to the Stock Exchange to visit Notre Dame des Victoires, the famous Basilica. I was happy to see the Statue of the Virgin and the baby Christ on a world globe. We were in St-Eustache on foot and spent the afternoon at the Forum. We learned on the phone that Marcel Poisson had died at the clinic. He had been admitted for a simple bronchitis, but his heart was lacking in his sleep. He was buried in Aunt Julie Moutia's grave at St Jean Cemetery. A co-habitation quite incongruous, so to speak. we took the bus to the Stock Exchange to visit Notre Dame des Victoires, the famous Basilica. I was happy to see the Statue of the Virgin and the baby Christ on a world globe. We were in St-Eustache on foot and spent the afternoon at the Forum. We learned on the phone that Marcel Poisson had died at the clinic. He had been admitted for a simple bronchitis, but his heart was lacking in his sleep. He was buried in Aunt Julie Moutia's grave at St Jean Cemetery. A co-habitation quite incongruous, so to speak. we took the bus to the Stock Exchange to visit Notre Dame des Victoires, the famous Basilica. I was happy to see the Statue of the Virgin and the baby Christ on a world globe. We were in St-Eustache on foot and spent the afternoon at the Forum. We learned on the phone that Marcel Poisson had died at the clinic. He had been admitted for a simple bronchitis, but his heart was lacking in his sleep. He was buried in Aunt Julie Moutia's grave at St Jean Cemetery. A co-habitation quite incongruous, so to speak. We learned on the phone that Marcel Poisson had died at the clinic. He had been admitted for a simple bronchitis, but his heart was lacking in his sleep. He was buried in Aunt Julie Moutia's grave at St Jean Cemetery. A co-habitation quite incongruous, so to speak. We learned on the phone that Marcel Poisson had died at the clinic. He had been admitted for a simple bronchitis, but his heart was lacking in his sleep. He was buried in Aunt Julie Moutia's grave at St Jean Cemetery. A co-habitation quite incongruous, so to speak. On the 25th, we left by train to Grenoble, to see Max who was still quite sick. Dany came to meet us at the station with Maisie around 9 pm. The next day we made the pilgrimage to La Salette. Long drive in the mountains, with Frédéric, Dany, Annie and Maisie. The next day, Thursday 27th, we went to Max's house, which lived in a good retirement home. On the 28th we took the train around 11am to Marseille and Nicole and family joined us at the station around 3pm. We immediately took the road to Lourdes, and we stopped at Narbonne to spend the night. After having lunch at the hotel, we drank the Chivas whiskey offered by Max and the euphoria of the trip made me compose a sega for Claude 'Narbonne full line, Missie Devi drink civas.' On Saturday 29, we made the pilgrimage to Lourdes for the last time of the century. Our hotel was close enough to the sanctuary, but there was a crowd of soldiers. There were also meeting people in front of our hotel. On Sunday the 30th Mass for the military at the underground cathedral was memorable. On the way back we went to Montpellier where we spent the night. We had dinner at the famous Place de la Comedie where we had once lived in the apartment of Serpillon. We also found the apartment of Jean and Nicole, in a nearby street. The red car embedded in a menu was in place. On Monday the 31st, we took the boat to Bastia. We were comfortably settled in the new Devichi house in Furiani. We had a room with a television and a video to pass the films collected by Claude. The Devichi have a big yard and I have been involved in the interview a little. They also have some fruit trees: apple trees, apricot trees, and orange trees that yield. I have eaten a lot of ripe apricots while handling a garden hose. They did not have a computer yet. I started my propaganda in favor of the acquisition by Nicole of a computer which, in my opinion, was essential to Claude and the children. Nicole, who worked at a computer firm, did not want to go into debt to buy a computer. She said she was satiated with computers and did not want to import the emblem of her job into her own home. I had tried in vain to convince Jocelyn to Paris and Dany to Grenoble, so that he acquires a computer. Mary, Dany's daughter, had the ambition to have her own computer. She said that all her friends had one. She had seemed to me more interested in spreadsheet CD poly copiers. The day I left, I thought I convinced Dany. She told me in a good student tone of her time: "Uncle, thank you for the defense of my case. But you're pissing in a violin. ! "Having sufficiently harassed Nicole and Claude, I had a big surprise, one afternoon, to be invited by Nicole:" Let's go to the Giant supermarket to buy a computer. So, you will not pee again, this time, in a violin. " That same evening, she had bought a brand new computer of 450 Mgz with DVD. However, we had to wait until the next day for the inauguration, because we received the same evening the family of a friend Claude Corse, a mechanic who took care of the repair of their car. I remember having a good evening with these friendly people, while enjoying shrimp and Alsatian Riesling. We embarked on a long tour of Cap Corse and we stopped at Lavasina, which I had visited five years before. We also visited the Genoese tower which was in very good condition. We will remember the walk to Erballunga. There are ancient houses with large antique doors in solid wood, and small alleys. We have seen the gray beaches in Nouza where there were, years ago, asbestos mines, nowadays necessarily decommissioned. We enjoyed a picnic under a maritime pine. We had tea in Massinggio, a small picturesque harbor with a forest of sailboats. Far off, we could distinguish the island of Elba and the coast of Italy. One day we accompanied Claude to Ajaccio, by going by the road of Corte. Mountain landscapes sometimes wearing a snow cape. We saw the beautiful beaches of Ajaccio, after visiting the city and prayed in the cathedral. At the end of our stay we were on the other side of the island at St.Florentin. One day we walked along a steep and winding road to the village of Furiani. The houses are identical to those found in Cardo, the Devichi village. Instead of the church, people meet to make conversation. There is a path at the end of the road that goes to Ste Marie where people go on a pilgrimage. Marie-France and Marie-Claire came to join us in Corsica, and we spent two weeks together. Having probably abused sausage, and red wine, I had two attacks of gout. The second time I had to go see a woman doctor with Nicole. She made me take colchicine, a drastic medicine that did me some good, and relieved the pain. The return to Marseille was pleasant, as we traveled aboard a larger liner, the Napoleon. This time we made the trip during the day. I limped a bit because of my left foot pain, but I was still happy to go to contemplate the coastal landscapes, first Corsican Cape, then the Calanques of Marseille. The view of the island of If was striking. We arrived in good weather at Gisele where we spent the night. The next morning, we said goodbye to Claude, Gisele and Michael and we took the TGV to Paris. We went to the North Station to take the Eurostar train to London through the tunnel. Laine joined us at the station and was to accompany us to England. The trip is quick, we do not even see the Channel and we find ourselves after 20 minutes of darkness in the countryside of southern England. The train goes directly to Waterloo Station. Maud and Joëlle were at the rendezvous. As is the custom, we had a special party in the evening. Eugène, who cooks, has outdone himself in making us a gargantuan meal, well watered with Cardhu, a malt whiskey aged 12 years. The next day, we left Laine and left in a group to visit London. The special card of the London transport authorities, for a day of travel, allowed us to travel by metro and bus at will. The presence of a child gave us a discount. If there was a second child the discount would have been larger. 'You should have borrowed one .--- You should have borrowed one! Said the facetious ticket salesman. Nicole wanted to undertake visits to all important sites in London. So we had a particularly exhausting program. We've been to Sunday Mass at Westminster Cathedral, then to St Paul, several times at the National Gallery, the British Museum, Tower Bridge Tower Tower, Albert Hall, Soho, many times at Trafalgar Square at Buckingham Palace. She wanted to see everything. We had to shop at Tottenham Court Road, Oxford Street and also at Wood Green. Every evening Eugene was waiting for us to party. Each time, we had to drink a new whiskey. One night we were invited to Annick and Colin's house. We were happy to see Sophie evolve, who speaks three languages ​​already. To my astonishment Colin was like a good cook. He also, like Eugene, had a good ability to drink several glasses of alcohol. I had the opportunity to make use of Colin, British humor that I sometimes love. We took a car ride with Joëlle on a memorable hike through the British countryside to visit Cambridge. The city of universities is very picturesque, with its old buildings and churches dating from the Middle Ages. The return to France was no problem, but there was the extra baggage that bothered us. Nicole left for another holiday in the south of France and we still have to say goodbye. We are going to meet Nicole and Laura and the other family members in the year 2000. In Paris, we went to Laine's, to prepare the 14th of July party. We bought another orange card to travel by metro and bus and we took advantage of this trip to visit many sites in Paris. We went to meet Maisie, Gladys and André Georges on two occasions. It was at Fnac de Montparnasse that I bought my digital photography camera. Denise bought other shoes and gifts for the family. Maisie was invited on the 14th, for the family lunch. On the menu we had a large dish of large shrimp, sausages in daube and the traditional chicken skin. We left Paris for Wassy with Maisie. After two days of celebration at Wassy, ​​gout still pinched me and I left for Maurice happy but leaning on a cane that Marie-France had offered me. We probably had some respect for an old handicapped person at the airport because we got the four-seat plane. So I returned in good condition in Mauritius. My bottles of duty free alcohol were destined for the holidays of the year 2000. We found with pleasure, the children and grandchildren in Mauritius. The day we arrived, Jean had offered me a swim in Flic en Flac. I quickly found my habits. 'Home sweet man' as the Englishman says. Still having some savings, we bought a new 29-inch television and a Sony video. Denise who subscribed to Sky Vision, now has the Canal Satellite programs, thanks to the parable on the roof. We also have radios in pure digital sound including Hector the classical music channel which is my delight. I bought a scanner that complements my digital camera and has a 19-inch computer. This equipment, which is now quite familiar to me, allowed me to build a real family album and to illustrate these memories. We continued family reunions every Sunday with Jaqueline, Jean and his children. Correspondence by e-mail, has taken, at the end of the century, more and more scale and has even internationalized. We send most often, collective messages to several correspondents I could wish his 78th birthday to Max. He was surrounded by all his children. After having a relapse, he was hospitalized again. His morale, however, remained unshakeable. Back at the old people's house, he was somewhat weakened and stopped talking. He died peacefully on November 29, 1999. His ashes brought back to Mauritius are in my father's grave at St. John. There was a family event on November 30 because we had a centenary in the family. Indeed, Esmeralda Felix, was 100 years old. She still lives on Shand Beau-Bassin Street. Aunt Da is the sister of Haydée Félix who had married Fils Terrière. She had other sisters and a brother Eliel who had been a printer of the government and whom I knew well. We have the same great-grandfather, Jean Félix. Two other family members nearly became centenarians. Aunt Janine, died at 99 years old and Ignace Felix died at the beginning of 1999, after having released his 90 years. The third millennium. The year 2000. We spent the night of December 31st, 1999 with Myrielle in Quatre-Bornes. The family was almost complete in 2000 with the trips of Marie France, Marie Claire and the Devichi. Frédéric Félix and his friend also came to our home, as well as Dany Annie and Marie. From the health point of view I had a very bad year having undergone two operations. The first time at the Lorette Clinic to remove excrescences of the cuticle, bulky, and the second for a fistula problem. I first suffered from a very painful anus tear and then a fistula that made me uncomfortable for several months despite massive dose antibiotics. I went to see four different doctors before undergoing surgery on December 5th at the Good Shepherd clinic. I had then proposed myself that one gives me the sobriquet of 'broken buttocks' We have worthily celebrates Christmas and the new year. On December 31, 2000, we bought a bottle of Campagne Veuve Clicquot, which we drank with Jacqueline. The Maulguet family came to Mauritius in March and April. They were staying in a camp in Choisy, and since there was a pool Jean had taken his kids to the pool with Sophie. Annick, Colin, Joelle, her friend Chris and grandparents Peter and Carol were in the group. We rented the Nautilus camp at the seaside in Albion to welcome everyone on Easter Day. It was a good, well-watered party. The following Thursday, they all came to Quatre-Bornes for a cocktail party. The children wanted us all (except Jacqueline, who can not travel) to France to celebrate the golden wedding. We would then be in the company of all the little children. Carine gave birth to our great granddaughter Axelle at the beginning of July. We were able to go see her at the clinic. The golden wedding party of July 14, 2001 took place at Taverny, 61 Rue de Beauchamp, near Paris. Added in 2011 Father Piat's religious ceremony Our diamond wedding took place on July 14, 2011 in Mauritius. The party took place in a camp at Flic en Flac. 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