Thursday, December 30, 2010

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Bye-bye 2010!

Reading Assessment:
  1. The Enchantress of Florence by Salman Rushdie
  2. The Prince of Tides by Pat Conroy
  3. The Oracle della Luna Frédéric Lenoir
  4. The Lion by Joseph Kessel
  5. Saga Tonino Benacquista
  6. The Cat Who Smelled a Rat by Lilian Jackson Braun
  7. We are eternal Pierrette Fleutiaux
  8. Eyre Affair by Jasper Fforde
  9. We the Children ... Line Mc Murray
  10. New York by Edward Rutherfurd
  11. The Eyes of the Dragon by Stephen King
  12. Novecento: Pianist Alessandro Baricco
  13. The Library at night by Alberto Manguel
  14. Horned Angel with wings sheet Michel Tremblay
  15. The Charm of the afternoon endless Dany Laferrière
  16. Warlock by Wilbur Smith
  17. Sacacomie Line Mc Murray
  18. Strange Gardens by Michel Quint
  19. Confessions of a Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella
  20. Captain Alatriste by Arturo Perez- Reverte
  21. The Third Translation by Matt Bondurant
  22. Islands in the Stream by Ernest Hemingway
  23. Take care of the dog JM Erre
  24. Last Night in Twisted River John Irving
  25. Chinese of Xinran
  26. The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
  27. La Chatte Colette
  28. The Sparrow by Maria Doria Russell
  29. A Passage to India EM Forster
  30. My life with these animals that heal Victor-Lévy Beaulieu
  31. Extravaganza in Isle of Gerald Durrell
  32. Q & A (Slumdog Millionaire) by Vikas Swarup
  33. The Moving Pictures Michel Tremblay
  34. Beloved by Toni Morrison
  35. Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami
  36. A Woman at War (Volume 4) Maryse Rouy
  37. Around Marc Laberge world
  38. Do not talk in the elevator Martin Michaud
  39. Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade by Diana Gabaldon (ongoing)

So a little less than last year. Several large bricks but also small booklets ...
Favourites 2010 :
I usually try to limit my shots to three hearts, a question of really making the effort to select the most striking, but it seems that this year I can not, there are too many! In first place, it's easy, it The Sparrow by Maria Doria Russell, who also won the title of Surprise of the year! Is after it goes bad .. In order uncertain, there would The Prince of Tides by Pat Conroy , The Book Thief by Markus Zusak , Horned Angel with wings sheet Michel Tremblay but The Enchantress of Florence by Salman Rushdie and why not My Life with the animals that heal Victor-Lévy Beaulieu ...

Some statistics:
Translated from Japanese: 1
Translated from English: 1
Translated from Italian: 1
(A selection a bit less cosmopolitan than last year, so ...)
Literature Quebec: 9
Read in English VO: 17

And you? What are your favorites of the year?

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Numbness In Feet More Condition_symptoms

Do not talk in the elevator

An excellent thriller from a young author, a participant Quebec the Forum Guide to Good Reading me know (thank you, * It *!). It has the originality to take place in Côtes-des-Neiges/NDG, a Montreal neighborhood rarely used in literature . It changes the tray!

Writing is perhaps a little flat (not in the sense of dull, rather lacking in relief), but after all, is not so much for the quality of the pen that reads what kind novel but mainly for the plot. And here you are served! It goes without bouncing bouncing, you never know which way to turn, and once we think we know, though ultimately we know nothing at all! You never get bored one second to follow well-developed characters, including the police Lessard, just enough shot so that we have the impression of knowing, and we will be pleased to find a new adventure announced for 2011 on the site of the writer .

If I can make a small suggestion to Mr. Michaud to read things, and wants constructive criticism would be to have more confidence in his readers. Some concepts can be suggested rather than explained. For example, in the same sentence when we talk of exorcism and Max Von Sydow, most people will understand the allusion to the famous movie, it is unnecessary or even irritating, to specify the footnote on page!

A reading of the most exciting and a great way for me to close the event in December in Quebec organized by Jules!


This book has been criticized on The Recruit (group blog dedicated to first novels by authors from Quebec).

editions Thanks to the schooner for sending .

Do not talk in the elevator Martin Michaud, 2010, 392 p.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Mag Innovision 770pf Driver

Happy Holidays

"and now the games are sold, and the world can not recognize the most. Qu'des y 'dolls in the streets and violence no longer shocks "
Marie Cherrier, Merry Christmas


By knowingly, Happy Holidays to you and good Year! soon, educators impossible!

Celia C.

Monday, December 20, 2010

Skin Disorders More Condition_symptoms

Around the world

Pssst! Super gift idea last minute! Perfect for: fans of travel, photography, stories ...

I deliberately delayed my reading of this fine album to enter in the challenge of Jules December in Quebec, since the author, photographer and storyteller Marc Laberge, Quebec is. But now I think it looks a bit funny, because is everywhere except in Quebec!

Laberge indeed takes us to the four around the world (as Nic and Pic; younger are allowed to raise his eyes to heaven while the quarantine began to sing "Pic-Nic Nic-Pic in a balloon!"). Texts sometimes funny, sometimes touching, held in part of the story, partly travelogue, sometimes with a touch of the supernatural. As for example in my favorite story, where two small Icelandic elves are trying to prevent the construction of a highway on top of their home ground, using every means available magiquesà: fumarole, solfatara and other terrestrial phenomena more or less smelly! The photos accompanying the text, representing sites near the lunar volcanic Iceland is the most beautiful effect.

Besides the pictures, they are beautiful landscapes or strange people or picturesque architecture out of the ordinary, nothing to envy to those of National Geographic, I think.


Around the world Marc Laberge, 2010, 128 p.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Dry Eyes More Condition_symptoms

HISTORY FELUY

References Feluy and among other things, the story by Abbe Feluy Stroobant.

From this link it is possible to completely visualize the work that has been digitized by Google, it is even possible to extract a pdf version to print.


Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Silver Version Crocodile Pokemon

A Young Woman at War (Volume 4)

Photobucket What a pleasure to find Lucy, Jacques and others! Too bad this is the final book in the series ... The plot of

this episode is perhaps less exciting than the previous two (recall that in Volume 2 , we followed Lucie war photographer during the Italian campaign and in the third Jacques was parachuted into France to make assistance to the Resistance), but that's okay because now stands after the War, and the dust settles ... Dust, in the case said, will end as Lucia Asbestos including during the famous strike of workers in asbestos! Workers demanding better working conditions, especially in regard to release into the atmosphere of the asbestos dust that poisoned the entire city. The company did not transfer, and the Duplessis government is on his side. Exploitation of resources without regard to the concerns of the population in an environmental perspective, government is leaving the field free to the industry ... Do not you remember anything? "Like what the more things change the more they stay the same (or almost, because I do not think even when we are headed for a disaster comparable to that of asbestos mines in forties, at least I hope)! Well, it was the political part of our discussion back on topic!

The main topic of this last volume is the reintegration into society after the war. Either because they were nightmarish scenes witnessed (Jacinthe the ambulance), have experienced a personal tragedy (Jacques), or that tries to relegate to a traditional role of wife and mother after they had the opportunity to exercise a profession (Lucia), the return to "normal" life is not without difficulties!

As always, Maryse Rouy writing is clear and solid documentation. And if I found the end of the novel a bit predictable, it is nevertheless a perfectly satisfying ending to this excellent series history!


A Woman at War (Volume 4) Maryse Rouy, 2010, 267 p.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Cervical Disc Disease More Condition_symptoms



"Let us look after these splendors destroyed our honor to care"
Patrick Declerck, shipwrecked

No one is more incase him. I assure you. It stinks. He shouts. He spits. He belches and farts. It is awful. Telling racist jokes. And I never know what to say. I just see it's there. Still there but without much room. There but not there for real in a way. He was invited into the common room near the heater. He arrived injured, sick, bad shape. Then he moved close to the heater. New guest quickly become undesirable. Once again, because it multiplies the undesirability . Everyone tried, everyone gave up. Perhaps do not support all the space taken by her pain and complaints. They're tired inhabitants. Tired of yelling and being insulted at every turn. And so are we. We are afraid. We are afraid for the others who have taken so long to make this place home for a . We are afraid of ras-le-bol general. It takes so little to upset the balance of saving this place. Like a fragile thread to the test of an acrobat drunk. A little humor to temporize the unutterable. It helps sometimes humor. Forget it. Well, almost.
Because we can not forget him eventually. He comes back, hanging, screaming again and again to draw attention to the minute that we can give it. One morning, I am here to propose a workshop creation. We will do the rhythm of his cough and untimely and we will suffer the indignity of his invective. But I begin to know him a little. I begin to overcome the execrable. I do not really know why. You get used to everything, perhaps. Yes it may be it. You get used to human ugliness. Yes that's right. You end up being sensitive to the beautiful decay. A disqualification
I do not know the words heal. That doctors can not heal care. The horror is there. Persistent. Sticky. It is this wonderful human.
Humans is me. The human being is you. It is there, the Inca people. The barriers of etiquette jumped. Street learns to live. But it keeps the damn humanity. Her cries hoarse phlegm and miserable. Street discovered the brutality of being and the leaves spread out in this den of madness. A madness that we win.
Until there is more room for it.
When the cries are those of a child grown too large to be consoled. When coughing becomes stifled tears because " I can not anymore, I can pluuus! ," he yells. It rips the silence of her grief left by those who preferred to avoid Infant injured scenario. This morning he tore his pants and shows us her nakedness indecent. It's difficult. Not sex in full view of everyone. It's his eyes, marked with a sincere atrocity, which is difficult to bear. I watch from time to time. Not long because I find that annoying. I ask him to stop yelling at me because I do not think that a conflict was declared between us. The humor that makes you forget. Sometimes. Instead of shouting, I made requests. And still applications. Sweaters. Pants. Socks. Fags. I'm Army, I do not care I have not even afraid to demand exacerbated by the gaping hole what is lacking. I am armed with pairs of socks. But
. It hurts a little inside. To the chest, compressing it to me somewhat. I think this is the man who stifles his pain. This great man who cries like a child abandoned near a heating pad my chest and started to spice up my throat. It is time to go. Or not. I do not know. I do not know. I'm so alone here now. I feel that the vacuum sucking me toward him and I do not want that. I do not want that.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

C.r.e.s.t. Syndrome More Condition_symptoms

Harraga The Incas, the burner that had been lucky

He is Algerian. A left school at 17. It was the 90s. He remembers his trauma youth. His friend brutally murdered by supporters of the GIA * because he had committed alongside government forces. In fear of never knowing what to say during inspections. Silence in the face with angry protesters. The bodies of children.

One day the port of Algiers. The words of his mother galloping through her head. Then the man who said " Pars my son, you're in danger here too . At random, he argues. Pass the dam police. Nobody stops him. He did not return, he goes looking there, to this we also hope does.

It becomes a
harraga ** burner.

The photos were taken by Celia C. , it is therefore subject to copyright

The boat leaves in a few hours. He spent two days. Hunger. Cold. Of seasickness From shits. Hidden. He avoided the pale light guards despite his heart that continues to resonate in the hold of the boat. He suffers. So he decides to go and goes to meet a sailor finally told him that he does not want more immigration. It will take much now, but it served him a lesson. The sailor gave him to eat a little and whispered a "Bon Voyage " accomplice.

He arrived in Italy.

He was lucky. It was the 90s. The best years. He has twice been in detention centers. Once in Italy, once in France. It was sometimes reduced to slavery, was often alone, has never been expelled, just traumatized, addicted, anxious, suicidal. He has a temporary residency permit and many renewals. That's good. He is lucky. He rented a car Unsafe for 400 euros. He is lucky. He receives a housing allowance. The water drips on the walls and the sun never enters. He is lucky. Fungi growing in the doorways. Then he wanders. He was lucky him, child of the 90s.

He tells me the suspicious disappearance of his brother by a fake checkpoint guards. He tells me about the corruption of his other brother who dares to speak today. He tells me the folly of this uncle who was no longer in place and wandered constantly to escape the earth prisoner. He tells me he died in his madness. He is lucky.

Together, we think of those who have no chance.


* Armed Islamic Group
** Harragas is also a film that tells the Merzak Allouache odyssey of a group of 10 Algerians who try to immigrate to Spain. I recommend it.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Clinical Depression More Condition_symptoms

Kafka on the Shore

In this novel, two overlapping stories and trying to connect, one realistic, with the only discordant element is the misfit boy with his imaginary friend, "the boy named Raven and the other to the dreamlike atmosphere, with an old man who can talk to cats, a huge black dog telepathic, sardines and leeches falling from the sky, an eerie entity disguised as Colonel Sanders ... Looks like Renee Zellweger in the film Jerry Maguire : "You Had Me at old man who can talk to cats!"

Our two heroes, young and old, make their separate multiple meetings, the most mundane to the most strange, and soon all these people converge to a mysterious intersection ...

A reading by turns intriguing, disturbing, funny, scary (sometimes a bit long, one flat), where Greek tragedy meets Japanese version Road Novel and the novel of initiation ... It should probably read this book rather dense to understand all the ramifications and all the symbols ... As for Kafka, no need to know the work of the writer (phew!), just what the name means in Czech!



tickets Tamara, of Essel of Tinkerbell of Mango (which is not too popular) of Karine of Butterfly, of Yueyin ...

Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami, translated from Japanese, 2006, 618 p. Original title: No Umibe Kafuka (2003).

Monday, December 6, 2010

Myamee Flavor Of Love

retention Chronicles 2008-2010 by Cimade

The photo was produced by Celia C. , it is therefore subject to copyright
C is true that I lack time to write articles here. It's true that I must write my memory. It is true that I have things in progress that I take a long time. It is true that I have my personal life that is precious to me too. And yet. I can not do without another book by Cimade who picks us up in our ability to receive the unbearable.

So soon, very soon, here's the book in question. It is called "retention Chronicles 2008-2010 " and addresses the issue of detention in its most inhuman and unworthy. It was written by a group of stakeholders Cimade and describes the lives of people (dis) placed in detention centers. For order, click on the image of the book.


following is a summary that can be found on their website:
A ave you ever had to give up living in your home? You cut your roots, your family, your markers, social codes of your culture, your language, that which comes to you from your mother, your mother's mother and her mother before her? Have you ever taken the risk to leave, to leave everything and come alone to face the unknown? Have you ever been away from everything that you attached to life as to lose the memory of yourself, the taste of others, the measure of what is possible ... and throw you into the sea until perhaps one day, arrive on the other hand, to try. Just try a better life?
Do you know the weight of the gaze of the police on you before you handcuff your children, this policeman who pushes you into a van heading for a detention center for you spit like a microbe, away, elsewhere? Away from your family, everything you've built, away from yourself?
Do you know the color of the walls inside a center like the Mesnil-Amelot or Vincennes? The daily, judges, smell, the faces of others who are with you: a Cambodian, three Indians, two Afghans, eighteen Malians, seven Tamils, three Sudanese, Algerians fifteen. Around you: the exile of the world conflict. The police beatings from time to time, isolation cells, the imprisonment of innocent brats, French too swarthy complexion, evictions by boat to neutralize any form of resistance and solidarity.
Do you only want to know?
The list that the police every morning in the grip area chosen: go ahead and run this morning ... maybe your name: Flight AF2184 10:40 Roissy R2C Kinshasa. Yesterday was the turn of Pakistanis qui vous dépannait en cigarettes. Aujourd’hui, c’est le vôtre. Les recours épuisés. Le soutien enrayé. L’insupportable qu’on vous oblige à supporter et l’espoir qui étouffe sous des procédures marécageuses. Il vous reste votre corps et parfois le choix entre l’hôpital si vous avez le courage de vous faire mal, la prison si vous avez l’audace de vous débattre ou l’avion si vous abandonnez.
Environ 35 000 étrangers sont enfermés légalement ou illégalement dans les centres et locaux de rétention chaque année.
Depuis 25 ans, La Cimade est à leurs côtés à l’intérieur des murs. In 1984, stakeholders were counted on the fingers of one hand. In 2009, we were nearly 70. This mission of defending the rights of aliens and active solidarity is unique in Europe. Far from being a guarantor to the catastrophic reality of detention, the look and strength of the reaction has been questioned by the state at the end of 2008. Without doubt we have defended too. Too much.
It's time to testify.
Black humor, political analysis, poetry, dialogues, anecdotes clichés unreal, media images or press releases, we, speakers La Cimade, have decided to take the words as we take up arms.

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Friday, December 3, 2010

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Discovery tour of some renovated buildings in the village of Arquennes

link to download the PDF file

Password: MDLM
(ease of printing)

http://www.fichier-pdf.fr / 2010/12/03/circuit-decouverte-du-village-d-arquennes /





Formerly part of the Duchy of Brabant, Hainaut separate county by Samme crossing our common Arquennes today is a quiet town with a long and rich history, it is not ours to detail here. Centuries of exploitation a small deposit of granite said Ecaussinnes or treat brought to our village wealth and a reputation far beyond the boundaries of our lands. They also altered the unique names of places, whether in careers in themselves or developments that it was engaging, as the digging of the canal from Charleroi to Brussels or the establishment of the railway Manage Ottignies to try to maintain the prosperity of the stone industry and also to maintain the economic balance with the basin-Ecaussinnes Soignies. This rich history has also left us some beautiful examples of architecture, it is not always easy to relocate because of the elements listed above, for lack of available documentation or because they have undergone significant changes. We now invite you to a walk-discovery of some of these places.

Trailhead: Tithe Barn to the








This ancient building, consisting of a beautiful Gothic hall was renovated in the late 20th century care by the municipal administration, who now owns.

It was once part a larger set, including the old vicarage and garden. In 1125, the altar Arquennes was ceded by the canon of the abbey of Saint-Feuillien Fosses-La-Ville

Abbey of Saint-Feuillien Roeulx these abbeys belonging to the order Premonstratensian.

In 1279, appears the name of the first priest known: it was Hugh Bornival. Until 1827, the parish will be administered by
Premonstratensian designated by the abbey of Saint Feuillien Roeulx.
This building was purchased by private individuals, we are operating even in the last century, a mechanical workshop
(Georges Hiernaux), and it also served as a warehouse (Fernand Delvaux).
way out, you will notice the staircase on the right, installed during the renovation,
linking the main square Place Albert I and the church.
The entire renovation gives this court a certain cachet

We leave this place by the left to lead the main square.
front of us, we find a small alley which is access to the old farm of Dave, or lordship of Chatel. We also distinguish the pinion rubble of a building called patronage. It is actually built in the style Neo-Gothic, dating from the late 18 th century, built on the site of the former barn of the manor mentioned above, it was free for schools and served as patronage. The building was occupied during WWII by Rexists employees, members of the Walloon Legion, which burned during the German collapse. This building, accessible from the street Chèvremont, has undergone a major renovation in the late 20th century, at the initiative of the municipal administration, and is now a housing complex.
We go to the canal and the swing bridge.
On the right, on the parking along the Samme, once stood the old mill (mill Dubois). It was destroyed in the 1970s. A communal project is currently under study to raise at this point an apartment building.
the other side of the road at the back of the bus stop, the ground today backfilled once saw the Mock Samme flow, which was a small diversion channel mounted on said river and for bring water to the mill.





We arrive at the old swing bridge, a work of art now classified, which was built around 1885 during construction of the second canal Charleroi-Brussels. It is lined with a pedestrian bridge that allowed the passage when the bridge was in service. It was operated by one man using a crank. This man with a crank. It is a testament to the expertise of our companies and the wealth of our region, and is one of the symbols of our town and it would be a shame to see him one day disappear, like the now extinct former railway viaduct that once overlooked the canal which you can still see the basement, when we look towards Feluy.
On the other side of the canal on the left, once ranged from the ancient quarries Arquennes. These holdings of small granite deposit made the fortune of several families in the village and brought some prosperity to it.

For those interested, it is possible to cross the bridge and head to the left along the canal, where a few hundred meters after they discover the farm known as the Lower Court
or farm Lalaing , the name of a family to which she belonged.







It is a building whose main structure dates from the 16th century and would been revised to 18 th. It seems that before the digging of the canal, Samme described a meander around the property.




As for us, we will go down before the bridge on the right, via the lane which runs alongside the canal. We then stepping over the small bridge by Samme, arriving in a small square where several buildings have also undergone a renovation. We borrowed ¬ Teron stairs leading to the church.
The parish church of the Holy Virgin was once dedicated to Saint Boniface. It is an edifice erected in 1500 in Gothic style Hainaut, after the fire which followed the passage of troops of Emperor Maximilian of Austria. It was restored again several times in the late I7th century and I8eme to repair damage from fires caused by various incessant comings and goings of foreign troops, French, English, Dutch ... which then competed throughout Europe, especially on the soil of our present-day Belgium, in endless conflicts. It was the time of Louis XIV and what was later called the Grand Siècle. For our region, it was often ruin and desolation ... And include, for example, the Battle of Seneffe the bombardment of Brussels, Battle of Steenkerque ... A final restoration came in the 1950s. We noticed around the building several tombstones of the families of career teachers.
Bypassing the church on the left, we arrive in the courtyard of the Copen, whose name originates from that of a farm that raised them once with its dependencies, and contains reference back to the acts 2nd half of the 16th century. Several small houses, one of which is occupied by the former village butcher Bardiaux Mr. John and his wife have been here as a beautiful restoration.
We then descend towards the Place Albert 1er, along the former communal house, which dates from 1838 and is a neo-classical. This building should be subject to various adjustments to be made available by the municipal authorities, various associations and utilities.
front of us rises the presbytery, classical building dated from 1760 in front. The door is dominated by a cartouche of arms of the abbey of Saint Premonstratensian Feuillien of Roeulx. A staircase leading to the cellars is topped by a lintel dated 1649. This building was once surrounded by fields operated on behalf of the cure.

On the right, on the corner of the square, we will notice the coffee stage, formerly called coffee fighters







A plaque in stone, installed in front, said that it was here that Philip lived and died Demoulin, last fought in the revolution of 1830. The latter, as he wished, in 1912 received the visit of the young King Albert 1st.

This place was also formerly occupied by several businesses and has recently undergone a major renovation of roads.
We drive through the streets of schools on the left of the cure, to Castle Alcantara. We remark in passing on the pitch, the former boys' school built in 1868 and was dedicated to them in 1875. It was preceded by a dwelling occupied by the director.

We arrive at the castle and Alcantara, named in reference to the family who erected. It is really a country house with a garden high in 1722 by Ferdinand, Count d'Alcantara, husband of Suzanne Bestenraedt, daughter of the lord of the Rocq. An ancestor of this character was governor of the city of Mons.
This building was built on older buildings which bore the name of Mother Supposed Andrew. Some evidence suggests that this could be a building of the first half of the 16th century.
These goods were sold by the heirs of the family of Alcantara in 1789. According to the deed, it appears that the property was important, as it included a country house with garden, courtyard, bakery, delivery teams, courses, all surrounded by walls with a house to spare .. .
Today, a cooler is still visible, carved into the wall opposite to the tower across the street. It also seems that a well existed on the environment of the roadway and that it was closed by gates at the bottom of the street.
On this estate was built in 1875 a school for girls. It was replaced in 1963 by the school complex that we know today, opened at the time by Mr. George Bohy Arquennes and former minister.
The main building was also occupied by schools and management, and served as housing for teachers.
Today it is a municipal building, housing the public library and a center citizen. The sports complex Seneffe was also built on the neighboring site. We then descend to
the area of the fountain, via the lane which runs the sports complex to the right of the facade and that once separated the property of the cure of those Supposed Mother of Andrew.
Arriving at the fountain area, we discover the fountain called the Hoya





which owes its name to the building located on the left, above the chapel of St. Anne, we called the hospital Hoya. This building was cited late 15th century. The present building dates in part to the late I7th and early 18th

We will then on our right to lead us to the place Mathy, named in reference to Mathieu Nopère, brother of the builder of the Alcazar, who had established a farm and had installed his own dunghill outside his house, which also called pit Mathy found over time.

This little place has been a recent major renovation of roads. Several buildings have been transformed and several walls have been sandblasted to give back their original rubble walls in stone. Note also in this square building with a beautiful doorway, dating from the early 19th century and once housed a brewery. This place always housed many shops such as butchers, bakers, grocery store, cobbler, coffee and even movies ...
We reach the main square in the housing group of houses called "The Long House," which was the junction with the building of the Alcázar. Until the 1970s, a saddler had his workshop (Arthur Vandevelde).
Back on the main square, we will not fail to dwell somewhat on the building called the Alcazar. This is the name given to the late 19th century building built in 1664 by Jerome Nopère, heir of an illustrious family of master career in 1400 already cited, himself to mayeur Arquennes and large mayeur member of the Office of Nivelles in 1652.
Subsequently, the building became the property of the mill church and served as party room. In this part, which was also the old barn in the mid-1970s began a terrible fire that destroyed the right side of the building.
rebuilt, the building continued for some time yet to be exploited as a party room and coffee, before being bought by the Commune of Seneffe who endowed it with a modern wing in 1998, to accommodate the communal services of the CPAS Note the double flight staircase, windows cross-stones and many other architectural details, and his right in the doorway arch, that make this building one of the finest of our community.
In addition, several other buildings also located on the main square will also attract our attention. These buildings on the remaining right back to the Alcazar. This row of buildings dating back at least to the 17th century. It noted the stone facades that have been sanded, chamfered retaining bases and witnesses of traditional windows. One of them, preceded by a porch, supported once it seems a sundial and was called "House of the Angel" or "Hostellerie de l'Angel." It was occupied by the bailiffs of Arquennes.

We reach so our starting point.

Information Sources:
Curé D'Awan: The Story of Robert acetabular Arquennes
: Arquennes, Country Stone Glossary Historical Gazetteer
Annals
Robert Gailly: Note on the Château d'Alcantara Jean-Louis Van Belle: L industry in Wallonia
Stone Masters of Careers Arquennes under ancienrégime
Signs Lapidary-new dictionary
A. Sterling: The History of Assault Navigable canal from Charleroi to Brussels Inventory of Architectural Heritage of Wallonia

House Memory Module Seneffe History of our careers.

Website: http://mdmemoireseneffe.blogspot.com

Saturday, November 27, 2010

What Is Your Cervical Mucus Like Before Period

Beloved

very emotional experience that reading this book. Every time I opened it, I was immersed in this strange atmosphere, but after half an hour, three-quarters of an hour, I had to close for up to fresh air and take a deep breath. This explains in part the fact that I took two weeks to read the 275 pages .. .

Toni Morrison evokes the difficult transition from slavery to freedom through the story of three generations of women: Baby Suggs, the grandmother, whose son bought freedom with the sweat of his brow she can live her last years in Ohio, where slavery had been abolished, and his daughter Sethe, a slave who was pregnant and fled to join her at the peril of his life, and the daughter of the latter , born in freedom but whose childhood was marked by the consequences of slavery. Well-intentioned white abolitionists lent them an old house, but Following the tragedy two years having won the eldest daughter of Sethe, strange events occur soon and we understand that a ghost haunts the place ...

A beautiful hymn to human dignity. It seems to me that few books have talked about this period in terms of blacks, other Roots by Alex Haley, however, which covered more extensive period.


The ticket Kalistina (who loved the atmosphere but not the fantastic side).


Beloved by Toni Morrison, 1987, 275 p. Title of the French version: Beloved .


Monday, November 22, 2010

Novelty Birthday Cake Recipes

NORBERT CLOQUET

FELUYSIENNE A PERSONALITY: Dr. Norbert CLOQUET


A hall of the House of Memory is dedicated to Dr. Norbert Cloquet.

We will remember who is this personality through an article written by way of eulogy by one of his colleagues, Dr. Francois Lebon, Nivelles, in August 1897.



















The years disappear like smoke, leaving behind a trail of bitterness and regret, and yet it is hours exquisite and blessed, those that are devoted to the relief of the unfortunate ones that are going on in the family circle and those flowing into the company of true friends.
Such were the thoughts that were chasing me, thinking of the disappearance of an old friend, a noble heart, to death already rather distant and the dear late Dr. Cloquet. His loss is the more sensitive I am at an age where no one tied more new friendships.
I thought it my duty to help ensure that the memory of this good man is still alive among us, is what determined me to write this biography.
Norbert was born in Cloquet Eigenbrakel March 25, 1816, one of these families might be called patriarchal and in which man is trained in the practice of domestic virtues. After completing his primary education at the village school, he attended the College of Bishops of Mechelen, where He was a brilliant humanities, completed at an early age. Well prepared for graduate school, he went to the University of Leuven for scholarly study medicine, and he came out in nineteen years, with a degree of doctor of medicine, which he would soon add a doctorate in surgery, etc.., summa cum laude.
Before entering the medical family, the young doctor had wanted to expand its horizons beyond traditional boundaries. He went to Paris to hear the lessons of Dupuytren of Andral, the Chaumel, of Louis, Keychain, etc.. And all of the outstanding masters of the time. He returned to Belgium
two years later, well prepared to tackle the challenges and responsibilities of medical practice. His friends advised him to settle in a big city, where he would soon have a brilliant customer. But he does not have this advice: his tastes were simple and the countryside to prefer a more modest, and November 10, 1837, it stood at Feluy village both agricultural and industrial development of Hainault, who had seduced by "the beauty of its sites. Soon he married Miss Theresa Wauthier of Dreams, which was to be the worthy companion of his life long and laborious.
In a pleasant countenance, a First, always gracious, he was quick to attract the sympathies of all the inhabitants of the locality.
The practice of medicine was for him a department in which the heart had a role to fill, he was convinced that the doctor owes much of the power of his art e confidence of the patient. We admired him in preference to him was granted still more suffering, more than threatened, regardless of rank and fortune, and if necessary he would be able to meet him one day D Anthony Little Queen Marie-Antoinette, who accused him of neglecting the Dauphin indisposed 'Madame, if I do not wine yesterday in Versailles is that I was chosen from a peasant who was in great danger. " He remembered an article in hospital regulation of Leuven, dating from the fourteenth century, to read: "The doctor will not only treat the sick, he taught the people how to treat minor illnesses and prevent all diseases in general. "
This wise precept of the ancient Faculty, Dr Cloquet was careful to comply with even more zeal he became the health officer of a corporation Office workers and charity community.
Our friend was in good community ideas and feelings with the distinguished French doctor who said the following about the dual role of man of Ilart: "La, medicine has not given to man all the services he is entitled to it claim, even when she gave him that much desired healing ... she has another mission finest and safest thing is to preserve the rights of the danger of abuse as fatal, is to teach us the ways to mitigate the dangers resulting from one's temperament, among other hereditary diseases; here, too, there, unhealthy diet, to overwork, a dangerous profession, etc..
"This must be the duty of providing medical care to its patients and generously giving his advice to all who wish to avoid in the future the suffering and hardships that the disease"
In 1849 and 1850, Dr Cloquet made a distinguished service to his adopted village. When the Asiatic cholera appeared on our borders from the south, rife with violence feared, he hastened to promote the establishment of a committee of public safety, which he chaired. This commission began to work quickly, visiting with meticulous care the various districts of the populous town and especially the houses dangerous by their filth and unsanitary conditions.
He managed to destroy the causes of infection and said the municipality's actions to scare them away. Rightly that the newspaper The Health Committee reported Feluy, including Dr. Cloquet was the soul, as distinguished from those who best understood their mission. If the cholera that ravaged nearby villages Feluy has touched this county, it is indisputable that it was indebted to him.
At that time the doctor published a pamphlet entitled: Small health code or regulation of public hygiene. It is preceded by an introduction stating in a succinct and accurate means to maintain the health of people in the most varied circumstances of social life. The medical journal cited above, which accounts for this booklet, makes it a great praise and said: "The instructions and advice given by this little code, deserve to be taught to people as so many duties to perform religiously.
In 1852, Dr. Cloquet published, under the guise of safety committee Feluy a "Submission Feluy charitable people on ways to reduce poverty and to abolish public begging.
We insist on these specially propaganda works beneficial because, better than his other works, they testify to his generous feelings and his zeal for the public good.
If, despite his dedication, our friend could not achieve all its projects in the field of public health, he was happiest when he offered to workers to associate and form a fraternal society under the aegis of St. Aldegonde, patron saint of the village. But his courageous initiative
exerted on a higher goal. Moved by the unfortunate situation where he had met with doctors at rest reduced by old age or infirmity, while selflessness or the size of the medical profession had prevented them from securing the support of their old age, he succeeded, with the help of some colleagues to some extent counter to this sad situation, organizing the Pension Fund of the body Belgian medical, now the Provident Fund and funded by state aid. This institution, which was his main work, he has survived, and the future is now assured, it works regularly for twenty-six. In the
OF Cloquet, the doctor doubled philanthropist was a distinguished scholar and archaeologist. All the leisure which allowed him to study and the practice of his art was devoted to archaeological research and publications on its findings. It did not stop with these personal research. He made an active propaganda in favor of this important branch of history, but he noted with sadness the little sympathy that shows the new generation, though well educated, these studies had the approval of its existence. Founding member and active of the Archaeological Society of Charleroi, he gave himself no rest, he had persuaded the scholars of our city that they had around them the elements of a similar company. If Nivelles has an archaeological society, that we owe him. Also, when it was formed, "she hastened to appoint him an honorary member. For his part, he brought the company its new quota of records, which were published in our annals.

N. Cloquet was a member of many other archaeological societies whose ballots contain memories due to his pen.

He had gathered considerable amounts of geological and paleontological specimens (including fossils rare wildlife Carboniferous) deposits specific to the country, a multitude of flints and artefacts Prehistoric, Roman antiquities and frank collected in Hainaut and the southern part of Brabant, he eagerly explored the products of excavations of the Belgo-Roman villa Arquennes, qu'il'découvrit and searched, etc.. His office contained
also interesting objects of more recent times, productions of ancient art and local: pottery, earthenware, porcelain, crystal, wooden furniture, brassware, wrecks monastic libraries, etc.. Everything was arranged with taste in its interior, which was an attraction for archaeologists and where visitors are assured of a cordial reception.
Too often, the death of a collector ', his firm is auctioned, and the objects he sometimes spent as was the case here, a half-century in the collection, dispersed in a few shifts. The collection of our friend had a better fate: it was acquired by the Belgian Government for the University of Ghent.
The golden wedding of Mr. and Mrs. N. Cloquet was celebrated on 3 and 8 August 1892. The first day was devoted to a family celebration was marked by a happy incident. Mr. Mayor Feluy, accompanied by municipal council, came to submit official congratulations to the happy jubilee and provide Mr. Cloquet on behalf of the common grateful, a superb bronze, representing, in the bust, the famous anatomist Vesalius. The second festival, dedicated to friends from outside, brings a large audience composed mostly of doctors and archaeologists. Each
joined a souvenir to his congratulations. The gift presented to the Jubilee on behalf of the Archaeological Society of Nivelles was a casket containing a Knight's Cross of the Order of Leopold, an emblem of a distinction which had come without being sought, the culmination of a career so full.
Those who attended this party full of warmth and spirit, were to meet together one year later to lead to its final resting place that they celebrated so joyously.
few days after the festivities, Mr. Cloquet brought to our museum a collection of archaeological flints removed from his office, and arranged according to a classification which he is the author.
It was already the germ of disease which was to take a few months later.
Supported by the devotion of a wife worthy of him, he endured the bitter sufferings with admirable calm and serenity drawn from a burning faith. He dictated to his instructions that his funeral were consistent his feelings and his simple and peaceful existence. He outlawed all vain pomp, any speech, any ring and the honors were reserved as Knight of the Order of Leopold. He had prepared, to the arrangement of his burial and provided to the attentions which he wanted his colleagues were the subject of archeology and medicine attending his funeral. He died July 3, 1893, in edifying sentiments. His funeral was touching. In the entire population Feluy joined a large number of clergy, medical and scientific societies to pay their last tribute to the man estimated that carried to the grave affection.

almost complete list of the writings of Dr. Cloquet:

l. Fragments of medical satire, by a country doctor (Nivelles, Cuisenaire, 1848);
2. Report of the Committee of Safety Feluy.
3. Memory on how to reduce poverty and to abolish public begging (Nivelles, Despret, 1853).
4. Small sanitary code or of public health regulations;
5. Letters on the antiquities found in and around Feluy (Annals of the Archaeological Circle Mons
t. IV, 1863).
6. Notes Celtic on pottery and flint tools found in the Bois de la Garenne in Arquennes (1866-1867).
7. Geo-archaeological walk around Feluy (Annals of the Archaeological Society of Charleroi
t. II, 1868).
8. Report on excavations made Obaix and Pont-à-Celles (Id., t.III, 1869).
9. Report on the discovery of a Belgo-Roman villa Arquennes (Id., vol VI, 1872).
10. Report on the Belgo-Roman villa Arquennes. Second search (Id, 1874).
11. Memory on cremation, sent to the Medical Society of Charleroi (Charleroi, F. Cador, l874).
12. Peoples the age of polished stone, in Europe, they cultivated the land? (Ann. arch of the Company. Charleroi, l875).
13. Stations of the new stone age in Belgium, discovered in 1875 (Id.1876).
14. A curious observation of catalepsy (Annals of the Medical Society of Charleroi, 1876).
15. Prehistoric discoveries in the district of Nivelles and its limits (Annals of the Archaeological Society of Nivelles, I., l878).
16. Studies on the prehistoric to the Paris Exposition of l878 (Journal of the Society Arch. Charleroi, 1880).
17. Prehistoric archeology, its different phases and classifications (App. Society arch. Nivelles, t. II, 1880).
18. Mound Township Cemetery Wavre and Celtic Court-St-Etienne (Id.).
19. The need to get good performances especially in prehistoric and protohistoric (1881).
20. Cemetery Celtic Court-St-Etienne (Annals of the Archaeological Society of Nivelles, t. III, 1882).
21. New communications relating to the cemetery Celtic Court-St-Etienne (Id.).
22. Excursion to Godarville, geological and archaeological discoveries (Annals of the Archaeological Society of Charleroi, 1883).
23. Cemetery Hardwood Combreuil at Ecaussines-D'ENGHIEN (Annals Circle archaeological Enghien, 1884).
24. Brochure Louis Galesloot (Annals of the Archaeological Circle of Mons, 1884).
25. Archaeological pipes (Annals of the Archaeological Society of Charleroi, t. XIII, 1885).
26. From the Bronze Age and Early Iron Age (Archaeological Congress in Bruges, 1887).
27. Looking back on the prehistoric finds made on the plateau of Hainaut and Walloon Brabant (Bulletin of the Anthropological Society of Brussels, T, VI, 1887-1888).
28. Note on the ante-Roman pottery (Archaeological Congress Charleroi, 1888).
29. Scientific results of the Archaeological Society of Charleroi during its first twenty-five years of existence (1888).
30. Dolmens Belgium (Bulletins Anthropological Society of Brussels, t. IX, 1890-1891).
31. The prehistoric Brussels Congress of l891 (Annals of the Archaeological Society of Nivelles, t. IV, l89l).
32. Archaeological excursion into the valley of the Dyle and Lasne (Id., 1893).

Biography of Jean Bailly, Mr Tray. Hospital Report, p. 29 and 465. (Yearbook 1857).

History of Leuven, for Ch Piot, P. 379.
Hygiene of the home, by Dr. Riant, P. 11
has Health April 30, 1850, p. 229.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Rash On Face More Condition_symptoms

My country is winter

To celebrate the arrival of winter, Jules invites us to go " December Quebec ! I immediately reassure our friends overseas Wed, participate in this friendly challenge will not cost you arm and a leg, as it is simply to Quebec literature at the forefront in your choice of reading during the month!

Jules committed to read only the Quebec during this period, we must say that it's impressive PAL makes things easier! But all levels of participation are allowed, even one as usual if you do not read it, it will already!

As for me, I plan to enjoy these three works:
  • Maryse Rouy, A Young Woman at War, Volume 4 .
  • Marc Laberge Around the world .
  • Martin Michaud Do not talk in the elevator .
So, anyone?


(since yesterday I am trying to add pages covers of these books but Blogger refuses obstinately and without explanation to embed images ... Anyone else had this problem?)

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Maxine Birthday Cartoons

Coming soon ... The Moving Pictures

Photo Assignment - Pedro Ruiz
As part of activities surrounding the centennial of the daily Duty and at the opening of the Salon du livre de Montréal, all items (of the political economy through science and culture) in tomorrow's edition of the journal will be written by writers guests, combined with traditional journalists. In attendance Dany Laferrière (who will sign the editorial), Monique Proulx, Caroline Allard (Mother unworthy, who saw the topic of the day we could lay on a topo Mayor unworthy , she says), Wajdi Mouawad and many others. The minutes of the day, updated every hour on the website, gives a foretaste of what awaits us .. .

Friday, November 12, 2010

Crochet Wreath Pattern

Smile Cinderella

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The first time I met Fernande * I was almost scared to tell him hello. Huddled in the middle of the stairs of his living place, she had black eyes. Overwhelming. It is true that it is atypical, Fernande. It looks like a witch. In real thing. It's an old lady so ingrained dirt that she hides the color of his skin. She is wearing rags. The real real. When I write the word "ragged" I think that the tales I was told during my childhood times. It's evocative. It reminds me of tattered imaginary Cinderella. Except with his gray hair hidden under a scarf wrapped his bare feet to the ancestral horn, and her skirt to look like a deck of XVIII, it looks more like a witch, Fernande. She's wary eye. And lightning, the first time.
I said hello anyway. I have not even scared me. She did not answer me but look at me go, I feel his eyes on my back. It is there because now stands a community meal. Later, I would suggest a drink she refused at first and it will eventually accept, on my insistence.
That was Friday. Our first encounter. So Monday when I came back, she has not responded to my hello. But she came to talk to me. " You know, the glass you gave me last time ... Yes, and there were drugs on your hands, I felt ." Here I am flabbergasted, to explain that I do not use drugs, I am not a doctor either, I do not prescribe medication ... Because yes, Fernande, she feared doctors. She tells me everything. That he was forced to come here, she just thought it was a shelter to sleep but in fact it was all sham to bring the drugs with drugs. But beware, she did not let him, she refused all medications, it does not mix, besides " watch them, they all went crazy with these pills, this drug! . When I asked him if she wants to leave here, I quickly realize that in fact it is the oldest and has more or less (pretty much) the intent to remain, for want of better .
Fernande It intrigues me. Sometimes it frustrates me. Especially when she goes after the other in their saying they are crazy. It's not like that would say, community. Sometimes I try to talk to her. It ends the majority of time in case against doctors, she brings me back to " what are you doing here? ", sometimes it tells me that I should not get involved in all these fools, that we must get paid, it's not manners. She claims to vie with it and it annoys smile sometimes. Especially when it is addressed to Benoit Found ** the secretary of state housing came to shake hands - he believes - docile. It is strong Fernande.
I see regularly sneak here and there, barefoot and dirty. She brings her cans filled with water that goes into making regular trips back to his room, 4th floor, old lady she is. She worries too much water here. She did not trust. Then she will fill the cans I do not know where and when I asked him to participate in a particular output, it sends me balls saying " But can not you see my work! J ' t have time for this shit me. " Coming from another time, Fernande! And I like it myself. I dunno, it touches me in what I am. I always smile when I mentioned in a meeting or another. A smile as when thinking about the intelligence of a child.
past month, it does speak to me. She resumed withering look (I'm not afraid Fernande!), The restless eye that says something that I can decipher. I still say hello. With a big smile that tries to tell her something she will perhaps be deciphered. I suggest always participate. It does even more. I liked even his invective. I think.
Then a few weeks ago when I proposed a workshop preceded by a breakfast at the place of life, she came and stood there. She did not speak but she was there. When I took a picture of another resident, she was behind and I see in the photo, she does not escape the eye. It even has the face that is calm. A little later, she even Fernande, cling to us, eating a chocolate croissant with others. Without going to hide behind the bars of the stairs. Not there. Like this, without saying anything.
Bah yeah I was happy. Yeah it gave me the energy to move forward for this day. The presence of Fernande. With everything she has.
The week after, I tried a " Fernande, a pain au chocolate? " she dismissed me with his furious air: "But it will not head or what? I will not touch it, everybody hit with drugs on their hands, and you think I'm going to eat? Look at this! "cried she, seizing half of pastries from his hands blackened by the street. Fernande Revenue. As I do not know where, back with everything she is.
So when we wonder what to do meeting with her, I want to say "Let them do she knows ." But I do not say. Because the aid relationship is indescribable. I am having trouble naming his advanced because it would mean that its claims survoltées make it alive. Any discussion.

few days ago, I organized a writing workshop in a different place, meeting place and conviviality. While I was doing the dishes after breakfast, come here and wash hands under running water. For the first time in four months, she started a conversation with me, angry about her exit: " You come here often?" It's funny to see you there! is cleaner than over there do not you think? "(what do you want me Fernande?).
At the time of writing workshop, dare one unexpected" Well then Fernande, you arrive or what? He began the workshop! . "Miracle Oh, here come" Yes, yes it will arrive! . "I almost swallowed my pen. But I'm back, sure of myself. It was installed on one of the couches," instead of King "she said, then casually said " But what exactly is here, we will write what? .
She did not want to touch a pen but remained throughout the workshop, gave his opinion on the topic, laughed as I never saw him laugh, sought my approval, exchanged with other people. Then she explained further that the coffee she was drinking, she felt that there were drugs because someone was taking medication had affected the sugar and it made him explode in the language inside. "After that's why I feel well, I am weak. is like before."
She left a little of her in this workshop. I thanked him for that. I found it courageous. Finally I had perhaps a bit wrong: it has something Cinderella, Fernande.

* The elements of identity were **
modified except him

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Sound Blaster Extigy Vista Drivers



last year or two, I realize how much I love the genre of "autobiographical", while autobiography as such has never attracted too much. And when these stories are written by Michel Tremblay, is like candy, but without the calories!

In The Moving Pictures Michel Tremblay describes his discovery of cinema, especially of twelve "Moving Pictures" (as they called the movies in those days) that marked his childhood and adolescence. In this way, we learn how he became aware of his homosexuality and how he had the vocation of writer.

If I was hit in a less personal than in A Horned angel with wings of steel , not having seen most of the works mentioned (OK, I confess all, the only ones I saw were the Disney cartoons), I nevertheless moved often, and mostly I laughed. I love his use of slang, she is never condescending, but rather filled with affection, even tenderness for the characters, they are drawn from his imagination or her memory.


Preview:
(Little Michael went to see a movie at 11am, at dinner time, it is not back yet! His mother panics and decides to call for Bell Telephone for the number of movies ...)

"Hello, miss, would you give me the number of the La Scala theater, my child is gone .. . No, this is not the policy number that I want, innocent j'vous asked the number of Teatro La Scala, on Papineau street, because that's where qu'y'est disappeared ... What do you mean how do you spell that! It must be written as it is pronounced in Italian! Ouch, you're going to start asking me to spell tonight, huh, chus énarvée quite the same! You are the operator is not me! You're not supposed to know how the business will be written when you commit, at the Bell? "
It was a few seconds without speaking, his mouth open, shocked by what she heard.

"Usually chus polished, miss, but there énarvée chus! J'viens tell you that my child ... What? Well if you have no right to talk on the phone to do it you asking me so many questions, first? That's moe-the-go, supervise, talk to me, me ... If you had not lost so many times since that we started talking, it's been found that j'arais my child! Well, finally, a 'decides ... Repeat it, I have not heard you talk too much. "

She hung up, almost dropping the phone from the wall.

Rounding out the program, Smith offers us a story he wrote it at sixteen, Wolves eat them . Despite a few blunders and a little caricatured secondary characters, we already feel a talent. And then at that age, Quebec in 1959, and although this text was probably not intended for publication, write on the topic of homosexuality, he had to do it!


The Moving Pictures Michel Tremblay Leméac, 1990, 189 p.

Stainless Coffee Metal Poison

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FELUYSIENNES BALLADS (9.4 km)

Alain GRAUX
Illustration Michel Gailly


LINDEN DRIVE FROM THE ESPINETTE

Abbey of Good Hope had been the twelfth century a manor land whose head was the parsonage that we see here, now House Memory















The tithe barn was attached to the wall. The municipal administration has done to restore this beautiful building whose front door is surmounted by the arms of the abbey.

The Lime said of Espinette



















was planted December 20, 1762 by Pastor Bayot, he was ranked in 1944 for his aesthetic and scientific value.
We descend slightly to the right and thus arrive at Centennial Square

















that name we remember the hundredth anniversary of the Belgium, we planted a tree for this commemoration, a monument to the dead soldiers Belgian was inaugurated in June 1952 and whose engravings are by the sculptor Louis Charlier
we continue down the path called "New Street



















street project intended to occupy the unemployed in order to avoid deportation, then abandoned project.

We overlook the castle grounds where we Scaron
perceive the castle with the dome of the chapel














and rustic bridge ; (photo period)













hidden in the trees, the obelisk memorial to Robert Lalieux, Clerk Feluy the seventeenth century. In

leading Avenue Latteur


well pompous name for a small street, we continue to the right and then left to the Place du Petit Moulin.
soon arrived at the square, right, we note the Chapel of Our Lady of Hal



















it dates from 1760 , it is flanked left by the house of Sir Busquin and right by the house of Dr Cloquet, local celebrity, who discovered Roman villa Arquennes, is memorialized in a plaque above the door entry.

left, the modern fountain from the chisel of the sculptor Raymond Dejean;





















the bottom of the square, the mill water which you can still see the floodgates.















In bypassing this block, we can see right the chapel of Saint Jean-Baptiste , Saint Ghislain, Saint-Laurent, is backed 1892;



















we continue towards the channel, right "boisserie"















former brewery (you can see on the rear of the house the old face of the clock tower of the church Feluy)
further, a promontory , base of a pillar of the old bridge













that French soldiers blew up on l7 May 1940 will be our point of view
the site of pre-Nie















one of the most charming corners of the village, the canal provides a loop here
the other side is Arquennes place called the Rockets with its "Fairy Hole" The legend says that it brings the machine in the morning and it is washed and ironed in the evening, the hamlet of Platinerie there profile, he recalled a factory in the early nineteenth century.
houses that line the "dock Bousimgault" are the former stables of horses hauling
on the height behind is "the court Mr Paul."



















We are continuing the amount of ramps Mascaux
hamlet that is in the middle ages, is placed the "Lives Maladrie"

continuing our path to the left we arrive at this beautiful building that is the "firm Delbruyère"















the name of a family that gave several Mayeur Feluy since the sixteenth century
opposite the memorials French



















the last war opened June 2, 1952, and recalling the bloody battle of Rocq. We borrow
French Street Fighters



















noting the well of the farm which gives a romantic place.
We thus arrive at the cemetery















which contains many works of art due to the scissors of local sculptors
we drive along the right in the path said "Good God Delatte"















to lead a small chapel




















to where the stone stood formerly Stone St. Martin. We
"path of Wrestling"



















There were no battles here, but the name comes from the lodges of stonemasons who were there once.
By following the path, we meet the old farm called Little Wesprin; later at the intersection of the roads, we arrive at the hamlet of "Créquion"















nickname of a local resident. Right back in the old way of Ronquières
we pass the pretty Chapel of the Holy Family



















perpetuating the memory of Louis Delrue who built in the eighteenth century the surrounding houses for the "poor Feluy. Passing the
Ry Bourleau we see on the left the farm of the same name we
obliquons on the right and walk past the "Wesprin"
















one of the oldest farm Feluy, it had become the refuge under the French Revolution, Récollets Nivelles, which is why it is called as firm "Ricollette.
We now follow the "Road Wolf" here we have the ability to cut the walk to join the channel, but
continue our journey passing home "Emperor"















50m Returning our steps and resume right
















We join the "Saussinières"















place where he recalls the "Saussaies (rushes).
Further, the dowager of Wolf Clerbois he built the chapel of Sainte-Genevieve



















in 1887 on the site of an old nightmare called "the God who crunches" and that now in the church Feluy inside the chapel contains an altar of which comes from the Renaissance castle at Marchienne Harvengt.
The chapel is located near Farm "Clerbois













fief that belonged to old families of notables
We cross now" the Red Land "















due to the presence of ferruginous shale Silurian, the land once belonged to the abbey of Cambron, they were the scene of fighting in May 1940.
We follow the path of Gratière

















back toward the "Warte















whose slopes are staged near the canal Charleroi-Brussels following the valley of SAMM.

We note the old plant Rocq careers of (former office)















Facing the other side of the Canal, is find the castle Rocq















built from 1390 by Wauthier Bousies said bully. This remains the original castle keep, the rest of the buildings were rebuilt in the sixteenth and eighteenth centuries. This castle belonged to the famous Chancellor of Burgundy, Nicolas Rolin.
Following the channel by the towpath to return to the village, we spend nearly
the beautiful farm called "Dagger" stoneware yellow Rocq,















continue our way and spend the river















a little further we find the old Fountain Wolf



















Reconsidering the towpath to continue, the land along the channel called "the Brule ". Almost
" Grand Large "















the former paper of Dr Cloquet become the stamping plant Verse















In digging the canal, they discovered the skeleton of a prehistoric mammoth, whose only remaining defense, the rest having been destroyed by blows of pickaxes.
Along the meadows bordering the canal, which were in the sixteenth century called St. Martin's career
we return to the Petit Moulin and join the start of our walk.

PLAN