Unexpected Visitor at the Chateau in Ouzilly

It’s a real Ouzilly summer…bright sun…long evenings on the veranda…cool nights.

Yesterday, while we were painting in the sunroom, we noticed a group of people wandering around the yard. They were taking photos…pointing at things. It was as if a group of tourists had walked in and decided to have a tour. But with them was an old man, bent over …and wearing the blue outfit of a French workingman. This was no tourist.

“Mr. Bonner?” a middle-aged woman began the conversation.

She then introduced the group. It turned out that the old man – Mr. Brillaud – had been born on the property 90 years ago. Now, here he was…with his children and grandchildren. She asked if they could have a look around the place.

“Of course,” we replied.

“I was born right up there,” said the old man – pointing to the top floor of the house. “Oh, Mr. Bonner…you’d like to hear the stories this house could tell. I was born in 1919. My father came back from the war in 1920. He worked on the farm until he had a heart attack when he was 55 years old. My grandfather lived here too. He had gone over to the nearby village with a wagonload of gravel…the horse reared up and turned the wagon over. My grandfather was killed.

“My mother was a cook here.” He pointed to the kitchen.

“But it was very different then. There was a whole community around the farm. There were the Cornettes, who lived in the house across the road. And the Desportes, who lived in the house down the lane. Oh…and a few other families too. It took so many people to make the place work.

“And is the old bread oven still there? You know, in that building at the end of the courtyard?”

“Yes…it’s still there,” we told him.

“We used to love that place. It was where we made bread for the whole village. It was always warm. And it smelled so good.

“We had to do everything ourselves. We grew the wheat. Then, we milled it. And then we made bread. And we had chickens for eggs. And cows for milk. And, of course, the vegetable garden. I don’t think we had any money. But it wasn’t a bad life.

“Then, they changed the whole thing in the ’60s. They put in place a law that said you had to pay the people on a farm…and contribute to their Social Security. Then, there were too many people on the farm for it to support. So, they all moved away. The only ones left when you got here were the Debonnet family, weren’t they? Francois was still here. And now he’s retired too.

“Oh, and what have you done to the octagon?” he motioned to the building that we transformed into a library/office. We walked over to have a look.

“It used to be for ironing,” he continued. “There was a big brick fireplace in the center. We didn’t have electric irons, you know. Instead, there were heavy irons on top the fireplace. It had an iron top, you see. You’d come in here and there would be irons on the fireplace, getting hot…and usually one of the maids ironing sheets. It kept them pretty busy.

“Of course, it kept us all busy. We didn’t have any 35-hour workweek back then. We worked all the time.”

Donovan is coming! Donovan…a handsome young Swiss man…a friend of a friend…did the cooking for us a few years ago. He is widely remembered.

“Isn’t he the one who got that girl in the village pregnant?” asked one of the boys at dinner last night.

“No, he’s the one who took the car and wrecked it. He didn’t have a driving license,” explained another.

“And I remember when he went out in the evening…he went into town…and then, for some reason, he had to walk back. That’s about a two-hour’s walk. And he was so out-of-it he walked by the house and just kept going…until he finally realized he had gone too far…so he had to walk an hour back. He came into the driveway about 6AM…looked like he had been hit by a truck…”

“He made quite an impression on all!” said another source.

“I will never forget Donovan – not to mention the most memorable week of my life! What a thrill it was to sit under the spreading linden tree near the garden wall, reading and sipping on a peach royale whilst millions of bees happily kept to their work above my head. Later, I toured the garden below and helped the Dashing Mr. D. gather gooseberries.

“One of my favorite pictures is Chef Donovan at the outdoor grille off the veranda, cooking up the evening’s feast: wild boar steaks. Incredible! And incredibly delicious! My first experience of centuries old artwork and architecture in Europe was on our impromptu guided tour of churches in and near Montmorillon on a rainy Monday; Donovan, of course, in the lead with all manner of historical information. And I believe Donovan had a hand in the spectacular midnight fiery pyre display that thrilled and awed us all, and celebrated St. John’s Day, if memory serves. Is it exaggerating to claim Donovan the sine qua non on our d’Ouzilly experience?”

Until tomorrow,

Bill Bonner
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Since founding Agora Inc. in 1979, Bill Bonner has found success and garnered camaraderie in numerous communities and industries. A man of many talents, his entrepreneurial savvy, unique writings, philanthropic undertakings, and preservationist activities have all been recognized and awarded by some of America’s most respected authorities. Along with Addison Wiggin, his friend and colleague, Bill has written two New York Times best-selling books, Financial Reckoning Day and Empire of Debt. Both works have been critically acclaimed internationally. With political journalist Lila Rajiva, he wrote his third New York Times best-selling book, Mobs, Messiahs and Markets, which offers concrete advice on how to avoid the public spectacle of modern finance. Since 1999, Bill has been a daily contributor and the driving force behind Markets and Money.
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Carole Thompson
I was feeling melancholy, and I decided to get on my computer and check out Chateau Ouzilly, when I stumbled upon this article by Bill Bonner himself. Even though the article is almost a year old, it brought back so many warm and happy times at Chateau Ouzilly. I used to cook there, I am from America, and I wish I could get back there. It was such a wonderful and beautiful place, and I miss it dearly. I watched Bill Bonner, his friends and sons build a replica of a gypsy wagon. It was a wonderful time for me.… Read more »
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