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My maternal grandmother; Rosanne Fortoul

Rosanne was born August 20, 1879 in Lyon.

His parents Anthony and Rosanne Fortoul Demaille, was a baker, at 37 rue grol in Lyon, in the district of the Cordeliers, behind the Church of St. Bonaventure, at the corner of rue Thomassin.
The cradle of the family is at Fortoul LANS, a hamlet Jaussirs near Barceloneta in the Alpes de Hautes Provence. In the 1980s, I met Jean Remy Fortoul, our distant cousin, who was still living in the beautiful farm family with many children. In the late 1800s, the region experienced a major Barceloneta rural exodus, as the land was too poor to feed their many children. It is in this context that my great-grandfather found himself in Lyon.

child, Antoine, was seriously injured by a kick from his horse in one eye. Before changing to the predicament of the young boy, his mother took him by train to see the priest of Ars, who was famous at the time, with great hope in the heart, but John Vianney, the Cure ARS, could not find that the loss of an eye, it nevertheless reassured the mother and child by making them promise that if Antony kept the faith, save the other eye. At 37, in June 1886, he had to be removed and put his eye patient, and then a glass prosthesis. All his life he remained very concerned about his eyesight and often looked at with a small round mirror, his eyes remained sound, mirror, my mother has always, and he carried in the pocket of his jacket.
The day he left the hospital GOD, located next to the family business, Rosanne awaiting his father on a stone bench, next to the porch of the hospital. She wore a hand to his mouth when his father came suddenly, early in his amazement swallowed it and did not dare tell his parents, but this happy event does not affect his health.

My grandmother passed Rosanne therefore his childhood in Lyon, with her sister and her little brother Lcy Antonin, amidst the lively district of the Cordeliers, at the time with the Mercantile Exchange, the halls of Lyon, the Galeries Lafayette. ..


Rosanne, played on the banks of the Rhone, and Sunday in the beautiful Parc de la Tete d'Or. Sometimes, she would visit her grandparents in the valley of the Isere Les Éparres, about fifty miles.

A winters day, so that "she had left in haste to see his grandparents, all alone, sitting on the lap of a passenger, his little legs were above the door in the freezing cold. Arrived destination, the small market could not Rosanne, feet almost frozen and covered with chilblains, but again, there are no reports of unpleasant consequences.


In the years 1887 1890, with the restructuring of the street Grol, the family was expropriated and had left Lyon. Antonin, with money from the compensation for expropriation, built a restaurant in the Hotel Les Éparres of Combe. Rosanne would then have approximately 8 years.



is the coffee shop of the valley, my grandmother Rosanne, serving customers, knew my grandfather, Joseph Porcher. He was a baker at a few kilometers Nivolas Vermelle away.


Joseph, born April 7, 1872. Raised in a family of modest farmer, very soon he was apprenticed. Travaiileur and prudent man, he had left the profession because of baker's asthma caused by flour. As his stepfather Antonin, he built a hotel restaurant, opposite the bakery and waited for the launch of the business, run by Rosanne, to abandon and sell the bakery. From that moment, the little family propera quickly. Those were the days and fortune smiled on entrepreurs. With six children, Rosanne, was the hotel restaurant, assisted by a nourice, my paternal grandmother, and staff while Joseph bought a farm to supply the restored and managed a weaving workshop.

With success, a chjangement Rosanne found in the character of Joseph, her husband. love life took a back seat in favor of its business and suffered much in Rosanne.

Joseph knew and survived two difficult tests, first the removal of his family and the mobilization for the war of 1914 -1918, then the English flu which caused more deaths than World War! But in fact the new scourge of modern times who killed him because he died of cancer Sept. 9, 1936, he was 64.
Rosanne was then 57 years old and my great father's estate organization in anticipation of his impending death, benefiting his son to the detriment of his daughters and especially his wife! Nobody knew why he had not done this. Machismo, to benefit his boys, or did he fear his wealthy widow redo his life? I think it's jealousy, fearing that Rosanne can rebuild his life. In this way

Rosanne found himself overnight helpless, completely dependent on its enfants.Dans his generosity, Joseph bequeathed to his wife, a dependency of two pieces in the farm, probably to avoid that ends with Rosanne hospice service! It who had built up with his hands much of the family wealth!

She stayed a while at the hotel with his son Raymond and his beautiful daughter Bertha, who had inherited it, then left, following disagreements, as was predictable, with his son Rene, who had inherited him, the family farm. At the farm, went Rosanne useful in dealing with meals and housework, while Martha was working in the fields. Martha kept her beautiful mother until the age of 80 years.

Rosanne was happy for all his years but with its complications Health, Martha asked Joan, Yvonne and Elise, girls Rosanne,, take care of their mother. My grandmother went to school, in rotation, with his daughters for a year or two, then to the condition of increased dependency, linked to old age, Yvonne and Jeanne found the load too heavy.
I remember when we went to visit him at Yvonne. My aunt complained of not being able to care for her mother. Rosanne resigned then suggested: "My daughters put me in a nursing home, I do not want to be a burden."
My mother replied: "Never! Prepare your things, I'll take you home »
Rosanne was so happy to find themselves in front of her house she loved so much, this trade had been all his life! She spent the rest of his life sitting in her wicker chair on the sidewalk in summer, or behind the kitchen window in winter, watching "his" hotel taken over by his son Raymond was delighted by the comings and goings of customers and staff, and satisfied with the development of the family business.
She often recited rosaries, knitting socks and underwear, always wanting to feel useful to 85 years.

Dear Rosanne, if you knew how much I hated your pants I wore knitted especially when I had to undress day of vaccinations at school!
Dear Rosanne, I do not forget, you will always hold a special place in my heart!

I'm not quite sure how long Rosanne lived with us, but when she arrived at home my parents installed his bed in the dining room. Times have changed, because who would accept these days to accommodate an elderly parent in a small apartment and set up his bed in the middle of the stay!
This posed no problem for us, nobody complained of overcrowding and inconvenience, Rosanne except that knew she was creating trouble, but Elise, my mother never wanted to put in a nursing home, because that possibility had been discussed among the children of Rosanne.

Dear Rosanne, I do not forget, you will always hold a special place in my heart!

Rosanne died, August 18, 1965, kissing the hand of my mother, as a final gesture of gratitude to her daughter who had kept near her in the last months of his life, saying: "I leave with peace of mind. "

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My paternal grandmother, Marie Morel

Marie Pierre Morel & BADIN

MOREL Marie, my grandmother


My paternal grandmother, Marie Francoise MOREL was born in LUZY in the NIEVRE on 15/09/1890.

The family origins of my grandmother

Her father Etienne Morel, was from Eydoche in the Isere and his mother Mary Eusebius Lonchamps, Oye et Pallet originating in the Jura. Marie Etienne and Eusebius, his parents met at Luzy because Stephen had come to work as a lumberjack in the forests of Moirvan, while Marie Eusébie had been placed with an uncle.

difficult life of Mary Eusébie;

Eusébie Mary, had become an orphan. While he was a widower, Julius Edward, his father died in 1877. He was returning from one market to Lons le Saunier and was caught in a snowstorm at night. He wandered all night, without finding his home and was found the next day without life, not very far from the village leaving his four children; Fortuna Eusébie Marie, Victoria and Vital orphans. In the town of Oye et Pallet, the emotion was great and a high cross in his memory. The cross still existed in the 1980s.

the death of his father in 1877, Mary Eusébie, born in 1869 was 8. Mary was supported by his godfather and guardian, Eusebius, his uncle, he was blacksmith at River Drugeon in the Jura, the birthplace and place of origin of the family Lonchamps. Going into the Jura, in the 1980s I met the descendants of the family of Eusebius, they still lived in the family home, above the shop Forging, which was still equipped with its old tools, it was moving. It seemed that a door was opened and Julius Edward and Mary, my great grandmother would come and join us.

Siblings of Mary Eusébie

concernat other children, I have no information on Vital, but Fortuna became a carpenter in the village of Vaux and Chantegrue, Victoria, she was a teacher at PREMERY . My mother had a painting of his protrait revealing a thin face and harminieux. Of four children, Victoria, was fortunate to be supported and raised by an uncle, a rich Luzy on wine merchant, and was a brilliant student. In Victoria, I have a certain amount of information, especially that they had three torment in his life, First of all, when the separation of church and state, she had to choose teaching secular, very pious, she lived it as a waiver of his faith. Then his only son, Pierre Dubois, a brilliant captain, died in the war of 14-18 and was a heartbreak for Victoria. Finally, quite possessive nature, they said in the family, with respect to his only son's relationship with his beautiful daughter were always difficult and confrontational


Eusébie Marie, She lived a life much more difficult.
Of his seven long years of military service, Etienne Morel, her husband had kept a difficult character, and his job logger and sawyer in the forests of the Morvan did not have to drink than water . To its credit, it should be noted that the profession of woodcutter was very difficult and physically. A Luzy, his wife often sent her daughter (my grandmother Mary) search Jules, lingered with his colleagues in the pub. The couple did not get along, so not very good. A few years later, for some reason, but just be out of that environment Etienne lumberjack, Luzy the couple left and went to live Eydoche in Isère. Etienne were carrying out a carpenter's workshop in the house Eydoche and at the end of their life, Stephen and Mary lived more or less separated, each in a enfant.Marie Eusébie died at age 70, May 13, 1938 of breast cancer. Stephen, born January 16, 1859, died in 1945 at the end of World War II 86 years old! They rely, however, every two, side by side for eternity in the cemetery Nivolas Vermelle.

Back to my grandmother, Marie Francoise Morel, their daughter .

Young enough, she went to live with his paternal aunts Eydoche. This time, she told us, children, anecdotes that revealed his character pretty well, kept goats when his aunt, Mary loved to ride on their backs, making them run in the fields! aunts surprised, because of the little milk that was doing the evening milking!
Mary knew my grandfather, Pierre Badin, in coming to work as a housekeeper at my maternal grandmother to Rosanne Nivolas Vermelle.
Mary had a strong character, very deliberate. Young, she was the prmière the village, wearing dresses that Devoille calves and caused a scandal the Church. She was also the creation of innitiative premiert labor union in weaving mills or she worked hard.

Mary led a life very needy; weaver working with the grueling hours of the day, she took the time to do hours of households outside the zone of the plants and obligations familliales!
All her life she was very dedicated, relieving its neighbors and keeping his parents and step parents in their old age. My aunt Marinette, explained that to accommodate all this little world, we separated the room with curtains to give some privacy to the various occupants. At night, neighbors sometimes type came to the shutters to pick up my grandmother, caring for patients. The morning was very early morning waking, but nonetheless, she took on her sleep, go to relieve the suffering of each other.

She underwent two tests a few years apart, the death of his son Pierre, fullisé by the Germans, just hours before the release of Grenoble and the loss of her husband, my grandfather, Peter, won by the long and painful disease of tuberculosis, a disease that caused so many deaths in these years!

With child marriage, Mary was alone in the little house "of the square." House she inherited the brother of his stepmother, Rose Perrin, in gratitude for having SITE WELCOMES in his old age.


his retirement, well deserved, she left the house to his son Gerard, to come and live in a modest two-room, near the village square.


She spent the last years of his life, valid, to help his son Gerard, the father of a large family of seven children. Then in 1970, after the death of his son and my father, Albert, she lost her wits quickly enough and lost memory. She ended her life, so brave, falling back into childhood, a world cut it no longer understood.



But all those years quickly traced the life of Mary, my grandmother, I retain it, a strong character and voluntary certe, devoted but also young and playful spirit, despite the ordeals.