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The beginnings were not easy, financially especially. Very low prices and we concern to serve customers, often beyond what it would take to ensure a fair return, however, had the happy consequence of giving quickly a strong reputation in the property and retain customers.

But it was necessary to fire any timber to develop the activity of the establishment, and ensure the financial burden of the loan for the development.

The bar remains open all year for the locals, and it also provided room for restaurant workers.

There was also food of communion, marriage, banquets or Veterans Affairs classes.

But the greatest sensation in the balls was that our father took pleasure in organizing one or two times per year.

He did as much to raise revenues, by love of the accordion and dance!

He did not hesitate to bring accordionists whose reputation beyond the borders of Savoy, which led the world in the valley.
The idea, very fashionable today, to live a farm and a hotel, was not really at the time, but it does not go too badly, customers enjoying the products directly from the farm.

Yet the situation was not to last. Ten rooms, with a score of customers,

were not sufficient to cope financially. It should build more rooms,

using another part of the volume of the barn, and thus save the cattle outside the house.

In the early 50s, we built a barn independently.

Liberated on the volume of the barn, and was able to create three new rooms on the second floor.

Cohabitation was over, but not the dual activity and it became burdensome.

It still lasted ten years until 1961/62. More products from the farm, over pasta and smoked sausages prepared by our mother from pigs raised for this purpose with the remains of the kitchen, more milk and cream of the day, more chickens, ducks, goats and sheep from the farm!

Customers had a bit grumpy, and understand them.

But for the family it was probably worse for the first time in centuries, abandoned a generation that had always been his ancestors live in the valley.

A page turned with nostalgia, but with pain. And in 1963 the barn was replaced by cottage housing for our parents.