Step back in time at the Cormenier Museum

Le Cormenier, a visit to the heart of the XNUMXth century^nd century

Thanks to meticulously reconstructed scenes from daily life, the beginning of u the visit of Cormenier invites us to follow Pierre and his family, who live in the countryside of southern Vienne at the beginning of the XX^nd century. Decors, atmospheres and even smells, the scenography is immersive and from the first steps, you really believe in it. The schoolmaster speaks, you have to sit down and watch the lesson… in silence!

Further on, the vigil by the fire where the women spin the wool to the rhythm of the pendulum of the Comtoise clock looks great.

Under our eyes, the automatons come to life and tell of a harsh life, made of simple pleasures. The opportunity for Grandpa to evoke memories of a childhood spent not far from there in the 50s. Listening almost religiously to his grandfather, Jules realizes that, no, when Grandpa was little, there was no no dinosaurs!

The Glorious Thirties in the spotlight

Seeing the collection of old telephones, Jules has only one desire: to touch them! And fortunately for him, it is authorized, even recommended. Here he is taking malicious pleasure in playing with the dials and keys, calling his friends “for fakes”.

Open the "cool boxes", compare what was put in them according to the times, discover the trunks of cars loaded for departures on vacation or try your hand at a 60s haircut, everyone takes pleasure and savors the visit. Each object is an open door to a slice of life that Grandpa and Grandma evoke with humour.

As for me, it's a psychedelic tapestry dating from the 70s that reminds me, not without emotion, of the one that adorned the living room at my grandmother's.

Images and sounds of the time at the rendezvous

The journey through time ends in Tino Rossi's tent. Le Cormenier wanted to pay tribute to the famous interpreter, who came to the village in concert in 1953 by reconstructing his dressing room. It does not take less for Grandpa to sing, even if it is not the season, a "Little Father Christmas".

This intergenerational afternoon leaves the memory of a poetic parenthesis, tinged with a touch of nostalgia.