January. It’s almost at an end and I haven’t revisited a post from France yet this month. I’ve picked this one. We’re living in a village community here in England, yet it’s hard to imagine someone from here with memories similar to those of Paul, the subject of this post. Let’s have a history lesson from .…
…. January 29th 2012
An Everyday History of Country Folk
Yesterday afternoon was fascinating. We went to Belesta library for a talk by Paul Garrigues, a local historian who collects old wooden artefacts. He gave us an insight into a way of life which only finally drew to a close about 30 years ago.
He’s pretty much my age, but his childhood was spent around ox-drawn farm machinery, distaffs and a host of things that formed no part of my rural infancy. Now that most Ariègeois farms look pretty much like anywhere else’s, with tractors, silos and irrigation systems, it’s rather hard to believe.
Paul’s childhood was spent in the next village to here, Aigues Vives. Later, he met and married a young woman from a tiny community in the Couserans, a part of the Département to the west of here. He was surprised to find how different the tools in his wife’s village often were. Besides that, the villagers spoke Gascon, rather than the Occitan traditional in our part of the area.
His interest began. He started to collect mainly wooden artefacts: agricultural items, kitchen tools, playthings. To him these things tell a story of rural life here as it was lived over many centuries.
First of all, he showed us a simple wooden torch, looking something like a charred rounders bat. Items just like this were in use – almost daily – since man first populated the area in Stone Are times, right up until the First World War, and in a few cases, beyond.
Next, a distaff. This item too remained unchanged almost from those early days until the early years of last century. Any female over the age of about 8 living over the last 1000 years and more, whether rich or poor, would have recognised it. Spinning would have been a constant part of her daily routine, whether she was managing a fine estate, or supervising a few sheep on the mountainside. And do you know what? Constantly licking your finger and thumb as you handled the wool made your mouth dry, so beside you, you might have a little wooden box, filled with snuff, to help your saliva to flow: he showed us samples.
We saw long wooden balloon whisks and three-pronged forks used to stir the great vats of millas (a sort of porridge made from cornmeal) beloved of the Ariègeois, wooden spoons and forks, large wooden bowls.

He showed us wooden clogs.

We saw wooden roof tiles. All these things are made from unplaned wood, so the implements can follow the natural grain of the wood and be strong and sturdy.
From the Couserans he had savage long thick knives, looking like swords in their wooden or leather scabbards. Their design was directly descended from the instruments of war the Gascons often saw in their battle-rich past, but in fact they were more recently used to cut rough grass, crops, and the long straw required for thatching.
There were other differences between that part of the area and ours. Here, terracing was a feature of upland farms, and it was male beasts who worked the land. There, the farmers worked directly on the steep slopes: the cows who ploughed the land (it was female animals who did the work there) had to have specially designed wooden yokes so that they weren’t strangled as one worked at a higher level than her work-mate.

But it wasn’t all hard labour. Anyone who’s ever been to a bowling alley would recognize the bowls and skittles he showed us (made from wood, naturally). They were a big feature of life round Biert in the Couserans, but inter-village tournaments were rare. They all played to different rules, which tended to make contests rather difficult. But it was over here, in nearby Le Sautel, that a game was bought to a sudden end at the end of the 19thcentury.

One Sunday, the women went obediently to Mass, and as usual, the men played with their bowls outside, getting argumentative and noisy as the morning wore on. Eventually, the priest in church could take no more. He stormed out through the church porch, confiscated the bowls, and hid them in the sacristy. Evidently completely unchastened, the men simply produced other bowls when it came to their next match.
Paul’s keen that we should regard these tools and artefacts as living objects, part of a traditional way of life extending back hundreds, sometimes thousands of years. He doesn’t want them consigned to the cemetery of history. If you live round here in some old-style village or town house, you’re almost certain to find quite of few of the things he talked about in your outhouse or attic. Perhaps I should have another look.

Very interesting and amazing Margaret, thanks for sharing!!!
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It was fun revisiting these old memories for me too.
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Most interesting…history that departed not so very long ago. Have you read Gillian Tindall’s Célestine, or any of her London books?
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I have not. More books for the list, then…..
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Oh, definitely – she’s great at the history of local areas, the people that dwelt in localities…
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Wonderful wooden artifacts! I find myself drawn to them. What stories they could tell if they spoke.
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Couldn’t they just?
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Indeed
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Fabulous clogs, those pointy toes. I have some clogs though neither pair are all wood. I just looked and one pair were made in Sweden and the other say they were made in Yorkshire!!
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I suppose working communities everywhere favoured clogs. I’m rather glad they’re not part of my wardrobe.
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Fabulous post Margaret.
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Fabulous pick-me-up on a wintry day too. Thanks.
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Clogs! Just what I need 🙂 🙂 Don’t look comfy though.
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.. or cosy. And it wouldn’t do to have corns, would it?
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No thanks! 🙂 Checking out to watch Rafa.
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Great interesting posting ~ thank you for sharing this!
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I was glad to remember some of the things we learnt about that day.
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Such a fascinating post and when we think about it, even in this modern world there are still pockets where folks work as their ancestors did.
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Indeed. And who knows, we may do so again!
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😱
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Really interesting Margaret. Such items really do connect us to country lifestyles when people could do it for themselves – a way of life that is all too soon forgotten even though only a generation or two away.
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And of course long gone in my English lifetime. We discovered in France how very different things were there, at least in those ‘back of beyond ‘ areas that no industrial revolution had touched.
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Interesting the difference.
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It really is. In the local textile museum near us in France, it showed textile machinery, in use in England since about the 1830s, making an appearance there in about 1900. It was very striking.
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That is remarkable. I have heard that there are still small-scale mixed farms in France that are just managing to hang on – more so than in the UK.
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That’s true. And they may do things like produce small batches of their own – say – sheep’s milk cheeses to sell locally.
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Long may that continue!
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