A Childhood in Brittany Eighty Years Ago by ANNE DOUGLAS SEDGWICK
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A Childhood in Brittany Eighty Years Ago By ANNE DOUGLAS SEDGWICK Author of "A Fountain Sealed," etc. This little sheaf of childish memories has been put together from many talks, in her own tongue, with an old French friend. The names of her relatives have, by her wish, been changed to other names, taken from their Breton properties, or slightly altered while preserving the character of the Breton original. CHAPTER I QUIMPER AND BONNE MAMAN WAS born at Quimper in Brit be parted from it, gave this child, to re tany on the first of August, place it, a handsome doll. It had legs 1833, at four o'clock in stuffed with sawdust and a clumsily the morning, and I have painted cardboard head, and on this head been told that I looked it wore a bourrelet. The bourrelet was about me resolutely and a balloon-shaped cap made of plaited fixed a steady gaze on the people in the wicker, and was worn by young children room, so that the doctor said, "She is not to protect their heads when they fell. We, blind, at all events." too, wore them in our infancy, and I re The first thing I remember is a hideous member that I was very proud when wear doll to which I was passionately attached. ing mine and that I thought it a very It belonged to the child of one of the ser pretty head-dress. vants, and my mother, since I would not I could not have been more than three 293 PRODUCED BY UNZ.ORG ELECTRONIC REPRODUCTION PROHIBITED 294 THE CENTURY MAGAZINE years old when I was brought down held before my father on his saddle as we to the grand salon to be shown to a friend rode through woods. He wore an easy of my father's, an Englishman, on his way Byronic collar and always went bare ^ to England from India, headed. He spent most of his time on and a pink silk dress I horseback, visiting his farms or hunting. then wore, and my in My father was of a wealthy bourgeois tense satisfaction in it, is family of Landerneau, and it must have my next memory. It had been his happy character and love of sport a stiff little bodice and rather than his wealth—he was master of skirt, and there were pink hounds and always kept the pack — that rosettes over my ears. But made him popular in Quimper, for the I could not have been a pretty child, for gulf between the bourgeois and the nob my golden hair, which grew abundantly lesse was almost impassable. Yet not only in later years, was then very scanty, and was he popular, but he had married my my mouth was large. I was stood upon mother, who was of an ancient Breton a mahogany table, of which I still see the family, the Rosvals. One of the Rosvals vast and polished spaces beneath me, and fought in the Combats des Trente against Mr. John Dobray, when I was introduced the English, and the dying and thirsty to him by my proud father, said, "So this Beaurnanoir to whom it was said on that is Sophie." historic day, "Bois ton sang, Beauman- Mr. Dobray wore knee-breeches, silk oir," was a cousin of theirs. stockings, and a high stock. I see my My mother was a beautiful woman father, too, very tall, robust, and fair, with black hair and eyes of an intense with the pleasantest face. But my fath dark blue. She was unaware of her own er's figure fills all my childhood. I was loveliness, and was much amused one day his pet and darling. When I cried and when her little boy, after gazing intently was naughty, my mother would say: at her, said, "Matnan, you are very beau "Take your daughter. She tires me and tiful." She repeated this remark, laugh is insufferable." Then my father would ing, to my father, on which he take me in his arms and walk up and said, "Yes, my dear, you are." down with me while he sang me to sleep My mother was extremely with old Breton songs. One of these ran: proud, and not at all flattered that she should be plain Mme. Jesus peguen brasve, Kerouguet, although she was de Plegar douras nene; voted to my father and it was the Jesus peguen brasvc, happiest menage. I remember one day see Ad ondar garan te! ing her bring to my father looking, for all her feigned brightness, a little conscious, This, as far as I remember, means, "May some new visiting-cards she had had Jesus be happy, and may His grace make printed, with the name of Kerouguet re us all happy." duced to a simple initial, and followed by At other times my father played strange, several of the noble ancestral names of her melancholy old Breton tunes to me on a own family. violin, which he held upright on his knee, "What's this?" said my father, laughing. using the bow across it as though it were "We needed some new cards," said my a cello. He was, though untaught, ex mother, "and I dislike so much the name ceedingly musical, and played by ear on of Kerouguet." the clavecin anything he had heard. It But my father, laughing more than must have been from him that I inherited ever, said: my love of music, and I do not remember "Kerouguet you married and Kerouguet the time that I was not singing. you must remain," and the new cards had I see myself, also, at the earliest age, to be relinquished. PRODUCED BY UNZ.ORG ELECTRONIC REPRODUCTION PROHIBITED •%^^ i V^, k.A..A. r'r^^'Vvj-i 'MI f!i T -j ' " z h :i^U.'. "WE PLATjaj IN THE GABDEN" My mother, with her black hair and fond of them. Fruit-tress grew against blue eyes, had a charming nose of the sort the walls, and beyond the groves and called "un nez Roxalane." It began very flower beds and winding gravel paths was straight and fine, but had a flattened little an orchard, with apricot-, pear-, and plateau on the tip which we called "la apple-trees, and the clear little river promenade de maman." My memory of Odel, with its washing-stones, where the her then is of a very active, gay, authori laundry-maids beat the household linen in tative young woman, going to balls, pay the cold, running water. ing and receiving visits, and riding out It was pleasant to hear the clap-clap-clap with my father, wearing the sweeping on a hot summer day. Is it known that habit of those days and an immense beaver the pretty pied water-wagtail is called la hat and plume. lavandiere from its love of water and its Quimper is an old town, and the hotels manner of beating up and down its tail of the noblesse, all situated in the same as our washerwomen wield their wooden quarter and on a steep street, were of beaters ? ' blackened, crumbling stone. From portes- Beyond the river, were the woods where cocheres .one entered the courtyards, and I often rode with my father, and beyond the gardens behind stretched far into the the woods distant ranges of mountains. I country. looked out at all this from my nursery- In the courtyard of our hotel was windows, with their frame of climbing- a stone staircase, with elaborate carv roses and heliotrope. Near my window ings, like those of the Breton churches, was a great lime-tree of the variety known leading to the upper stories; but for use as American. The vanilla-like scent of there were inner staircases. My mother's its flowers was almost overpowering, and boudoir, the petit salon, the grand salon, all this fragrance gave my mother a head the salle-a-manger, and the billiard-room ache, and she had to have her room moved were on the ground floor and gave out away from the garden to another part of upon the garden. the house. How clearly I see this room The high walls that ran along the of my mother's, with its high, canopied street and surrounded the garden were four-poster bed and the pale-gray paper concealed by plantations of trees, so that on the walls covered with yellow fleurs- one seemed to look out into the country. de-lis ! Flower-beds were under the salon-win The wall-paper in my father's room dows, and there were long borders of wild was one of the prettiest I have ever seen, strawberries that had been transplanted black, all bespangled with bright butter from the woods, as my mother was very flies. Of the grand salon I remember 295 PRODUCED BY UNZ.ORG ELECTRONIC REPRODUCTION PROHIBITED 296 THE CENTURY MAGAZINE most clearly the high marble mantelpiece, Brittany of those days had a pretty cus upheld by hounds sitting on their tom of always using the thou when ad haunches. On this mantelpiece was a dressing their masters or the Deity, thus huge boule clock, two tall candelabra of inverting the usual association of this Venetian glass, and two figures in vieux mode of address; for to each other they Saxe of a marquis and a marquise that said yoUj and on their lips this was the filled us with delight. On each side of familiar word, and the thou implied re the fireplace were two Louis XV court spect.