The men were gone, summoned to do their duty to God and the King in the militia, but the women and the older boys did the men's work on the farm or there would be famine come next winter. But, it was Sunday. Mass had been held by the priest, and now the women visited with their neighbours before resuming chores when suddenly the bells rang out again and the priest appeared, looking hurried and calling out to them!
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| "Les anglais arrive!! Dépêcher vous au forêt et vite!!" |
to be continued....
Born and raised in the suburbs of Montreal 7 decades ago. Began playing with toy soldiers at 5 years. Started painting & converting at about 12 yrs and wargaming about 15 yrs. Never really stopped.
5 years in the Black Watch of Canada Cadets, 5 years at the Collège militaire royal de Saint-Jean followed by 4 in the navy. 25 years with CPC in IT simultaneous with 23 years running a boarding kennel. Inherited my love of toy soldiers from my mother's father. Married with a pack of litle Italian Greyhounds and a cat. Prematurely retired and enjoying leisure to game, maintaining our 170 yr old farmhouse and just living.
A lovely pastoral scene, until the English appeared...
ReplyDeleteThe table looks terrific; enjoy the game.
I will do my best! :)
DeleteLooks great!
ReplyDeleteThanks, I've tried to make it look at least a little like my corner of what is now Hants West county.
DeleteTabernac!
ReplyDeleteEric
Bon dieu!
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