This old lady in the face and hands marked by the weight of years and hard work of the rural world, reminds me of Charlotte became, late in his life, the heroine a small town in the Sarthe.
Charlotte was a foundling who had wandered from family to family, and never received the slightest mark of affection, she worked as a beast of burden, rain or shine, she was engaged in the work of the farm, she was digging, picking up hay bales it loaded on tractor trailers. Leaning on the laundry, she handled the heavy sheets traumatized her poor back. In the winter his hands were numb by the cold, became customary for the needy soul.
When I met Charlotte, she must have been about sixty years, it was difficult to determine its age precisely because of its arid and unusual journey. Charlotte was short, stocky, rather gruff, she smoked a cigar like a man.
They Shoot, conscious of her servitude, had taken the necessary steps so that she can finally take advantage of his good right, and stay in a decent home. At the time I crossed his path, Charlotte no longer worked in the gardens of people who were rescued, it was common for him to do the dishes at banquets family, Charlotte was rewarded for her work performed with fervor, she was always invited to sit around the table to share a meal of his allies, and Charlotte has discovered what it meant to heat hospital. However, having been accustomed to a life inflexible, Charlotte had maintained simple ways of life. She loved her home on foot, hoeing his garden, pulling weeds. Charlotte seemed happy in this life she led more lenient now.
The quick wit, she never failed to meet a tall story by reflecting full of wit and playfulness. In the village, everyone respected her. Charlotte became personality of the village, she had even made once the municipal elections, and won ten votes, in the eyes of Charlotte, symbolized a victory that she was very proud.
Time passed peacefully on this beautiful country ... One autumn morning, one of its benefactors Charlotte found lying on his bed, wearing a black coat and his boots on Sunday, his face serene, it 's was gone farther, to visit another world.
Apostille:
was discovered on the will of Charlotte, she had bequeathed all his savings, the rehabilitation of village primary school
big TV ... If you spend one day in Sarthe, do not forget to stop at the school, you'll notice a plaque dedicated to the memory of Charlotte, which has at this school to open an additional wing to accommodate a greater number of children. Feel free to talk to former Charlotte. They will be happy to tell you his life.
This story is authentic.
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