That's granduncle Jean who told us this history one evening around the chimney fire.
Granduncle Jean was one of the last to observe still the custom of "veiller".
In the past, people of the village gathered in the home of someone of theirs.
The women spun the wool while the men made baskets in hazel.
And, at the same time, all this little world spoke, commented, dreamt...and that is what we call "veiller".
During the period of fairs, in the beginning of the automn, a violon player arrived from a village accross the woods to entertain the assembly.
Late at the night, the violon player , heavily loaded with ham and sausages, started back.
But when he attained the forest, a pack of wolf followed him.
The violon player threw sausages first.
Then he threw ham.
Now his hands were empty and the wolves came nearer and nearer.
So he took his violon and started to play.
And he was still playing when he reached safe and sound his village.
September 2016
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