not a bad book and that begins very well: I was the same boy who, in the 50s, had, with his grandfather, the end of the nineteenth century agriculture; harvesting, threshing, horses, arriving home from the first village -a tractor farmall 20 hp -! and especially the pig festival ... but hey, I did not choose the earth!
at the time my grandfather (poly) already cultivated 60 hectares in Picardy, while holding a 19.50 ha of farm land in corrèze bad, do not talk to me .... my cousin 3rd generation on operation, currently manages 300 ha and the thirty village farmers, the fact remains that 2!
the personal history of claude michelet if more akin to that of my uncle, the first successor, the 70 men in the prime of life and the true beginning of modern agriculture and productivist.
the similarity ends: at home, the best farmers are not ashamed of having become industrial!
although it has significantly modernized its operations and supported his family, claude michelet remain a landscape gardener and it takes in these poor areas!
I do not know where he is today, but it has certainly made more money with his books with his livestock?
a little disturbing in the book, some form of self-indulgence and self-satisfaction and a bit of traditionalism .... everything was so much better before!
