Famous people
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Jacques-Amédée Doléris: |
Doctor Doléris, born in Lembeye in 1852, died in this village in 1938. Gynaecologist of worldwide renown, Mr Doléris was Member of Parliament of the department of Pyrénées Atlantiques in 1925. Moreover, he was President of the Chamber of Agriculture, President of the Conseil Général (French County Council) and Mayor of Lembeye. Retired in his village, he took an interest in Vic-Bilh viticulture. Author of many books dealing with vine, he created a special chair of Agriculture in 1910. The engineer who headed this chair was sent by Doctor Doléris in Bourgogne in order to study the new methods of wine makings and transmit them to the vintners of Vic-Bilh.
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Joseph Peyré : |
Joseph Peyré, born in 1892 in Aydie died in Cannes in 1968. He studied Literature at Henri VI (high school) in Paris where he was the student of the philosopher Alain ; he also studied Law at the University of Bordeaux where he attended his doctoral thesis. His talents as a writer were quickly aknowledged and he won the Prix Goncourt in 1935 (for his novel Sang et Lumières, which was transferred to the screen in 1953). His work comprises 45 novels published between 1921 and 1924. Joseph Peyré regularly came back to his natal Béarn and as he was respectful of traditions he always put the beret on.
Robert Lafitte-Houssat :
Mon village
Mon village n’a pas un relief historique,
Il reste d’un canton le paisible chef-lieu ;
Nul pour lui n’a livré de bataille homérique,
Il n’a jamais connu la gloire d’un haut-lieu.
Me suffit de savoir son passé de bastide :
Vestiges rayonnants du temps médiéval,
Le promenoir couvert, et le rempart solide,
Stratégique gardien du proche et calme val.
Offrande au ton pastel d’un très doux paysage,
Qu’émaillent froment d’or du vignoble vermeil,
Où les champs de mais prennent changeant visage,
Sous les minuits de lune ou les feux du soleil.
Rivière au profil bleu, pêches de mon enfance :
Fréquentais ligne au clair les abords du vieux pont ;
Délices du rugby pour mon adolescence,
Où, ballon bien serré, courais à plein crampon.
Village où tout le monde connaît tout le monde,
Vit le rythme des jours de la même façon,
Unis fête et labeur en fraternelle ronde,
Conjuguant du bonheur l’image et la leçon.
Leur boléro lamé frôlant bas les coursières.
Sous les vivats nourris montant des spectateurs,
Pour la feinte ou le saut corps tendu, poses fières,
Dans l’arène voici les vaillants écarteurs !