National Geographic : 1959 Apr
Obliging Nanny Yields Milk in a Bedroom Turned Dairy Jacques Blanc (page 574) and his sister milk the goat in their single rock-walled room. Scenes of the Nile adorn canopy posts of the curtained beds. wound, and there was no time to waste. Instead of getting into the car again with the injured boy, Monsieur Blanc beckoned his elder son, Jean, to his side. Without speaking a word, he gave Jean the family wallet and motioned him to the seat beside his brother. Jean was now the head of the household and would go down the mountain with full authority, implicitly trusted to do whatever necessary to save Joseph's finger. Thus the perturbed man acknowledged his son's superior ability to cope with the outside world. The father's ways were those of Saint Veran, but his son had done a tour of duty with the French Army. Visitors Are Invited to Dine This simple act of kindness on my part brought our complete acceptance. Not just the Blancs but the whole village seemed grateful. By now I had become well acquainted with 580 Antoine Marrou and had spent many a pleas ant hour sipping coffee with him and discuss ing his plans for modernizing his home. One day, as I was about to leave, he asked with some embarrassment and hesitation, "What do you think, would it be possible... would you and your little family come and have dinner with us on Sunday?" His wife stood at the stove. She seconded the invitation, "Yes, please come." At one o'clock that Sunday afternoon Lyla. Kenny, and I entered the Marrous' home. The old entrance corridor had been changed into a little kitchen-dining room complete with stove, table, and chairs-and even a radio by one of the whitewashed walls. An toine Marrou had been one of the very first in Saint Veran to take advantage of govern ment loans for home modernization. All but one of Antoine's seven children stood ready to greet us. The two youngest had to be nudged forward to shake hands.