August 25, 2014
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the notebook of my grandfather’s songs./ Francois' house.
Le cahier de chansons de mon grand-père
The notebook of my grandfather's songs
20 Aout 2014
En essayant aujourd’hiui de ranger mon bureau , j’ ai retrouvé le cahier de chansons de mon grand –père . Son nom François Fauquet presque effacé par le temps est écrit sur la couverture et son village, Réty . Il est né en 1875 et en lisant le texte des chansons on peut penser que ce cahier a été commencé autour de 1895
In trying today the decluttering my personal office I found in a bookcase the notebook of my grandfather’s songs. His name François Fauquet and his village Rety ( northern France ) are on the cover half wiped by the time . He is born on 1875 and at reading text of the songs we may assume he started this notebook of songs around 1895
Voici le cahier ouvert. Vous voyez l” écriture d’un home qui était un artisan à la fin du XIXème siècle . Je voudrais être capable de faire aussi bien aujourd’hui. Pas de perte de place dans les pages. Voyez, la chanson que j’ ai choisie intitulée « l’étoile d’ amour » , elle commence en bas de la page gauche pour se continuer sur la page de droite . Le papier était précieux et cher. A cette époque l’unique moyen d’apprendre et de transmettre les chansons était le papier imprimé ou écrit à la main. Sur les marchés de plein air des marchands de partitions les jouaient et chantaient. Ensuite beaucoup de gens copiaient les paroles dans leur cahier de chansons , la musique étant simplement mémorisée.
Here is the notebook open .You see the handwriting of a man who was a craftman at the end of the XIX century. I would want today to be able to do so well. Not any space is lost in the pages . See, the song I chose , titled "l'étoile d'amour " ( the love star) starts at the low part of the left page to continue on the page on the right . Paper was precious . At this time the only one way to learn and transmit the songs was the paper printed or handwritten. On the open markets sellers of partitions played and sung them.. Then, many people copied the words on their notebooks of songs , the music being simply memorized
Rough translation of the chorus above :
A love star,
A star of ecstasy
The lovers are loving
in the night and on the day.
A poet told me
there was a star where love always is.Mon grand –père aimait chanter bien que je n’ aie pas de souvenirs précis sauf à l’ église de son village où il était chantre. Mon père et ma mère étaient toujours sollicités pour chanter une ou plusieurs chansons lors des rassemblements familiaux . J’ ai aussi le cahier de chansons de mon père .
Aux pages que j’ ai scannées , se trouve une des chansons que ma mère chantait dans les années 30 et 40 : « l’ étoile d’ amour « datant de 1899 . ( musique de Delmet, parole de Charles Fallot ) . Voici donc une chanson que mon grand –père chantait , que mes parents chantaient et que je je fredonne encore .My grandfather loved singing but I have no many memories of this excepted from at the church of his village where he was a the cantor . My father and my mother always were asked to sing one or some songs during familial gatherings . And I have also the notebook of my father’s songs . On the pages I have scanned it is one of the songs my mother sung in the years 30"'s and 40's :"l' étoile d'amour " ( the love star), written in 1899 (music by Delmet , words by Charles Fallot ). So, this is a song sung by my grandfather, then by my parents and me,yet.
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Up date August 25th, 2014
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La maison de François.
François' house
English version below the pictures
Deux fois par ans ( temps de la Toussaint et des Rameaux ) depuis 1961 Janine et moi allons visiter et fleurir les tombes de toute le famille des deux côtés.
C’ est ainsi que nous allons à Réty , village de la région de Boulogne sur mer à 150 km d’ Amiens(figurant sur la couverture du cahier de chansons ) . Voici l’ entrée du village avec sa massive église qui cache des merveilles d’ architecture gothique à l’ intérieur .

Village de Réty 26 Mars 2010 Photo Michel Fauquet
Twice per year( around All Saints ‘Day ands Palm Day ) since 1961 , Janine and I go to visit the family graves of the two sides .
It is why we go to Réty , village of the area of Boulogne-sur- Mer far 150 km from Amiens . This name is written on the cover of the songs book. Here is above the entrance of the village with its massive church which hides wonders of gothic architecture inside .Au cimetière de Réty nous visitons deux tombes. En face, de l’ autre côté de la route se trouve la maison de mon grand-père François Fauquet . A chaque fois je la regarde , et en 2010 je pris une photo . Elle n’ a pas changé excepté la fenêtre et la porte qui ont été remplacées . Le propriétaire évidemment a changé.
Qui était François ? D’après ce que je sais François né en 1875 en Artois probablement arriva à Réty et était artisan charron. Il fabriquait des roues et charrettes dans son atelier qu’on voit à droite de la photo . Je me souviens encore des machines à la fin des années 30. Il s’était marié avec Virginie aux alentours de 1900 . En 1902 il eut un fils Emile( mon père ) et en 1903 une fille Maria . Quelques années plus tard il perdit sa femme puis se remaria avec Marie . Il eut encore deux enfants Gaston né en 1912 et puis Marcelle .
Plus tard les chevaux étant remplacés par les tracteurs il alla travailler à l ‘ usine métallurgique voisine comme modeleur . Il allait à vélo et le soir il cultivait son grand jardin.
Avant la guerre il eut encore la tristesse de perdre de la tuberculose sa fille Marcelle qui était mariée et avait un enfant
Rety cemetery /cimetière Photo prise en Novembre 2010 M. Fauquet
La maison de François / François house ( has been sold for long ) photo 26 Mars 2010 Michel Fauquet
At the Réty cemetery we visit two graves . At the opposite across the road is standing my grandfather François Fauquet’s house . Every time I look at it and in 2010 I took a photo of the front. There was no major changes ( excepted the door and the windows that have been replaced ).
Who was François ? According what I know François is born in 1875 probably in Artois ( North of France ) and came in the next area of Boulogne –sur –mer in that village of Réty . He was a craftsman, a wheelwright . He made wheels and carts in his workshop which can be seen at the right of the picture above . I remember the machines in it in the years 30’s .
He married Virginie around 1900 .In 1902 he got a son Emile( my father) and in 1903 a daughter Maria .Some years later he lost his wife then he married again Marie .He got two children yet , Gaston in 1912 and Marcelle .
Later the horses being progressively replaced by tractors he was hired to a metallurgic factory no far from Rety like a pattern maker. He went with his bike and at night he grew his large garden .
Before the war II he crossed again a trial in losing from tuberculosis his daughter Marcelle who was married recently and had a child .La maison était perchée comme un nid d’aigle au somment d’un versant de vallée et François avait une vision d’ aigle . De sa maison il pouvait lire l’ heure à l’ horloge de la mairie situé de l’ autre côté de la vallée . ( sur la photo du village ci- dessous la marie – école est un bâtiment blanc à droite ) . Il voyait aussi ce qui se passait dans la ferme située plus bas où j’ allais souvent . Combien de moissons ? C’ était un régal de voir la navette des charrettes chargées de bottes de blés , de voir les chevaux courir boire à l’ abreuvoir après le travail..
Réty : the church and, on the right; the white building of the town hall and schools (with the clock )
Réty : l ‘ église et à droite la mairie – écoles avec l ‘ horloge . Photo Michel Fauquet 26 Mars 2010La ferme / the farm not far below François ‘ house Photo Michel Fauquet 26 Mars 2010
The house is perched like an eagle nest at the top of a side of valley and François had a eagle sight . From his house he was able to know what time it was at watching the clock of the town hall- schools on the other side of the valley . ( on the picture of the village above the town hall – school , the white building on the right ). He saw also what happened in the farm located lower , where I often was. How many harvest ? It was a delight to see the shuttle of the carts loaded with bundles of wheat, to see the horses rushing after work to the watering place in stones .
A pertir d’un vieux cahier de chansons portant sur la couverture « François Fauquet, Réty « se réveillent un tas de souvenirs que j’ai abrégés ici . Ces souvenirs me sont précieux. Mais il me manque la plupart des évènements d’ avant 1930 , les papiers de famille ayant été perdus et mon père étant mort jeune en 1956 . J’ avoue que j’ aurais aimé connaître quelque chose sur la vie de ma grand-mère Virginie
So starting from the writing « François Fauquet, Réty » on the cover of a songs notebook makes memories awake which I make short here . those memories are precious for me . But most of the events before 1930 are missing , the family paper lost and my father being deceased young in 1956. I confess I would have liked to know something about my grandmother Virginie ‘ s life. -


Comments (44)
What a beautiful treasure to find... and what beautiful writing. We have lost that here, too, in my country. I miss the times when people made real efforts.
Was the song, a song of your grandfather's creation, or was it a popular song of the time?
I fear that there will be nothing left of mine for my grandchildren to find when they are grown.
Hope you are having a wonderful week and enjoying your trip down old paths as you declutter.
oh, how I loved reading this ~ what a treasure!
I enjoyed listening to the song. What a lovely throw back in time. I am amazed you were able to find it to share.
Answer to Lynn ( JstNotherDay )
The song L ' étoile d'amour ( the love star ) is from 1889 . Music composer : Paul Delmet from Paris , who composed a lot of popular songs. The lyric is of Charles Fallot.
In 1889 , my grandfather François Fauquet was 14 year old .
Thanks for the answer.
You are always so interesting.
Your house is full of treasures, as is your life, Michel.
I'm doing some decluttering also, and have found some interesting family treasures -- this is wonderful!
Delightful that you have this precious piece of family history! I too have songs sung to me by my mother and her by hers and back to my great grandmother! I have passed them down to my sons and if they ever have children perhaps passed to them as well! The oral history continues through song and music!
Oh, Michel! What a precious find! I'm glad it was saved and can be handed down to future generations!



Songs are so important to individuals and to families!
Thank you for sharing the song for us to listen to!
The words to the chorus brought tears to my eyes!
HUGS!!!
I think the future generations will sing some of those ancient songs , not so much however, but this is enough to maintain the familial link.
I have a similar book that belonged to my Mother-in-Law. Precious.
Beautiful! So important to keep memories alive for future generations. You are blessed with good ones.
I didn't understand the words. I should dig up a Pennsylvania Dutch song for you on Facebook.
I'm sure it's a lot less fancy then French. German is a choppy language. Makes people spit, I think. Hehehe.
What wonderful memories you have found and shared. Your life is so rich with heritage. Such fun to remember from long ago. I, too, am In the process of sorting through old family things and enjoying reliving great moments.
Michel, what a wonderful document. I have been charged with going through a lot of my parents' things, but have found nothing so historic.
And what lovely handwriting! I've recently begun sending more letters and am appalled at how my own cursive writing, so long neglected, has deteriorated.
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I am sure your handwriting is much better than the mine now !
What a wonderful thing to have with such a rich memory.
blessings, Michel
frank
To me,you have good things to "offer" to outside. Almost I don't see any good things of us that can be offered to outside yet LOL. Do you see any?
Such fond memories are being found in your Grandfather's Song Book....A gift to cherish forever.....
Your grandfather's handwriting is exquisite. Despite all my talent, my handwriting is atrocious.
I pray that your own grandchildren uncover treasures from your own hands in some far and distant time.
What beautiful hand writing he has and what beautiful words.
Ty so very much on your comment on my post updating Alis condition.
Hello Michel and the chicken in my coffee post is a rooster.
Oh Michel what a wonderful find! Your Grandfather's writing was very, oh what is the word I'm searching for? So neat, and I'm betting he was right handed. I had a left handed son, I remember his penmanship.
ryc: Any pictures of son's once framed are to large for my shelves.
Wow, what a priceless family treasure! And his handwriting was very neat and beautiful!
I hope your family cherishes this notebook for many more generations to come.
hello and Thank you my dear friend for thinking about me. I'm doing fine--just wish our Xanga was like it used to be. Hope your doing well. I still drop by and read your post. Maggie
Oh, Michel, such wonderful history and fantastic pictures. I made one picture very large so I could see the clock on the front of the white building. Can you tell I was intrigued and loved it all? Thanks for all you show and teach me.
Hugs and smiles, Char
Hi Michel, I love reading about your history... so rich.
It is sad, but I think that people here do not visit the graves of lost ancestors anymore. I can remember going to my grandfather's grave as a child. My own children have never experienced this tradition. I do not think that is a good thing. The only lost ancestor of mine when I was raising my children was my own grandfather... no one my children ever knew... and his burial spot was in another state, a 10 hour or more drive away. We do not stay close enough as families now, as they did in my parents day. This is sad... we are losing much with the children.
ryc on my page: I am quite a surprised to learn you do not have hot summers and that it is always wet and cold! Your photo’s always look so lovely that I picture a lovely, mild climate. Thank you so much for sharing your life with us.
Blessings to you and yours,
Lynn
No Lynn , we did not have a good summer . The weather always is changing, good from time to time but quickly we get amount of clouds and and rain .
. We use the short times of good weather for gardening!
Today Monday it is raining all day and we had degrees Celsius this morning ( around 46°F ). Cold!
The song is beautiful. Thanks for sharing it. The cemetery looks very well-kept. My mother and I go to the cemetery 3 or 4 times a year to change the flowers. We always use artificial flowers, because there are a lot of wild deer in the nearby woods who like to eat real flowers. My stepfather and real father are buried there, and my grandson who died when he was just 23. It's only a few miles from our house. When I get out to Calif. I visit my maternal grandmother's grave. The next time I go (if I do) I want to visit my paternal grandparents' graves.
You are so creative! I miss you too. Sorry I've been so busy doing my electrical engineering labs, I haven't had much brain power/time for writing blogs. I get an email whenever someone comments, so thank you for yours! <3 <3
wonderful, precious memories, how they linger ~
Your memories and history here will mean much to your grandchildren, and their children. I wish you would download your Xanga posts, then upload them to WordPress. I'm afraid Xanga is unreliable.
I am sure your grandfather was an artist par excellence! Just looking at his handwriting, I can say what a great organizer he must have been. The pictures of the buildings, and the memories you have shared, are priceless. Thank you for allowing us to share some part of your memories.
Amazing that the house is still standing and in such good repair. Too bad it is no longer in the family...
Looks like a beautiful town with decent architecture. Sure have a good time to spend time in places like that.
Your photos are beautiful, Michel, and they capture so much history of the area and of your wonderful family!
I look photos like these and I always think of all the people who were born and lived and worked and loved and died in a community.
♥ and HUGS to you!
Yes , Carolyn, perhaps the photos of this entry are the reflection of another time, another civilization. Perhaps !
How wonderful to have a bit of family history that you can hold in your hand! Your grandfather had beautiful penmanship.
Ty so very much for your comments on my of post of a foggy morning at the lake.
I am still able to drive with the ms and the main problem I am having right now is not being able to walk long distances with out loosing the feeling in my legs, or loosing my balance and falling. This is why I have the walker. I am not abel to go anywhere I can not use the walker like the ocean or woods anymore, but inside my apt I am able to move around fine.
I do not need any of the medication to help me sleep or handle pain at night yet so I am doing quite well with it so far.
TY for asking.
TY so very much for your comment on my post with the photo of the rose glowing in the sunshine.
This row wis growing out in the community garden in the apt complex where we live.
What a beautiful cemetery and buildings. I think in a cemetery we can figure out what is important in life.
About your comments and rodeos. I wonder if the French like rodeos or if they're too elite for those kinds of things?
the song book is such a treasure. Your family and the history is so interesting to follow.
I'm reading a book about the first world war and I'm guessing that your grandfather's village must have miraculously escaped the devastation of both wars. When I see the neatly tended towns of France now, it's hard to imagine what the war did to them.
hi i got your email & can see your psot on my site mag_1 ... but do not yet know how to figure out reply ... love & blessings i am on facebook beck sellers
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