Pouyet Marcelle was born in Chatillon in the Indre in 1921. His father was a policeman. Marcelle sixteen years old when she lost her mother. It is she who will take care of his family now.
She has twenty three years when in August 1944, the German retreat in the city and go to the rifle Riper, many boys his age among the guerrillas.
It leaves the Indre after the end of the war with her husband and daughter eldest, moved to Jargeau, Loiret. Marcelle there gave birth to seven children in eleven years.
The River was just across the road at the foot of the building where they lived. Marcelle her children tied with string in a gutter, lest they fall into the Loire. 
Mr. Pouyet laborer to the "French route" but the wages offered steel in the 60 decide to join the Lorraine. It will work on the coking Ebange for Sollac. The family then arrived at the coast of pink buildings are barely out of land but the apartment is luxurious, six bedrooms, a bathroom and toilet inside. It changes the forty eight square meters where the family piled Jargeau. In the building there were several large families, there were so many children that people were a big family and that mutual reigned. There was always a neighbor to watch the kids the time of a race and even share meals: when we set up for eight children ... But eight is a lot, and if Madame Pouyet had the choice it has merely two.
But now, at the time no one knew anything about these things and no one spoke especially not for contraception. Later, Marcelle Pouyet would raise his three girls and the day of their first menstruation, she would tell them that if they wanted to know something, she would accompany them to the doctor. Marcelle generation never talked with her parents and they were hiding for everything. There was no television for information and mothers were silent on these subjects.
In addition to the time when you were pregnant, we never knew advance what would be the sex of the baby, nor how many we have. So when it was announced one day that she had twins, Marcelle Pouyet has erupted in joy. "Poor fool," her husband told him that knew what it was extra work. On this level there Marcelle was lucky because her husband took his share of chores. The washing machine in the kitchen to boil after rubbing the cloth on a wooden board. Rinsing with water and all these need to wash nappies. Is that the disposable baby diapers did not exist either. The babies were surrounded by a layer of cloth and through the diaper, all without safety pins and he had to take the baby or he would have slid to the ground leaving you hands in the layers. The laundry was a chore permanent.
Yet the first thing that Pouyet buy rue Molière, is not a washing machine but a television set. All this credit course.
Madam Pouyet left the ground floor that the family had held since his arrival for a smaller apartment in the first. Her husband died in 1991 of emphysema, a probable consequence of an accident at work never compensated: it was the last of his colleagues were gassed to death.
The renovation of the neighborhood to bring the donor to transform large parts of the top six in three parts and it makes more noise and less stability in the building. Summer showers have installed and we changed the kitchen sink.
But the execution of work is poor, there is always a hole not filled, or a piece of lino not ask. And the workers are never responsible because it is not they who are doing. Ms. Pouyet even suffered a flood after which remains unresolved for lack of a signature of a responsible paper that the lessor shall transmit to the insurer, in a back room was a sink useless. Workers have found a way to pull it off the wall without water: one can imagine the damage.
access to the back of the building is closed to protect the field but the field boulistes walnut, city property is abandoned and never broke as inaccessible.
There is also walnut behind the building: it is now inaccessible because the association has condemned boulistes access. was always afraid of the laundry drying on that side do not fall and be fatal. Otherwise assistance still exists, Mr. Vagli he keeps pitching the newspaper after completing Sudoku Marcelle knows nothing about games, and Ms. Palz brings her own bread every morning before returning at night to help a bit before bedtime.
Ladies Palz, and Bianchi Lambolez up
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