Roger Lezeau's anecdote translated by me from his article in Les Cahiers de la Poterne, No34. Monsieur Lezeau was born in 1912 and is a great source of knowledge about the history of Preuilly.
Huguet's shop, run by 'Father Mathieu' occupies two lots. Auvergnat by birth, he fell into the category of middle class shopkeeper, a group that was not lacking in Preuilly.
He went to mass and found himself thus classed amongst the 'white arses' (culs blancs*) while the 'red arses' (culs rouges*) claimed a fashionable anti-clericalism. A travelling singer, to satisfy his bistro customers, had incorporated into a song: l'père Mathieu, d'un air pieux, s'en allait prier l'bon Dieu... ('...Father Mathieu, with a pious air, would pray to the good God...')
His business was still prosperous in 1920, the habit of dressing in the latest Paris fashions having not yet reached our region. Outfits in corduroy, beige or greenish, would be unpacked and laid out during fairs.
Inside, he sold fabric by the metre, using a wooden ruler which descended from the ceiling above the vast counters. The bulky rolls were kept on shelves taking up three sides of the store.
His principal salesman, Henri Jambier, during the week, went out to the local farms, enthusiastically selling everything you could imagine for a coming wedding to everyone from the bride to the grandmother.
For this work he had acquired the first post-war car, a yellow Citroën trèfle with three seats, one in the boot (trunk) at the rear.
Monsieur Jambier, unlike his boss, was a dyed-in-the-wool Republican.
Monsieur Huguet, with the help of his wife, had five girls, but they were desperate to have a boy. In time his business was taken over by his son-in-law Lévrier.
The big glass shop window still exists, and apparently one can glimpse some tiles depicting the patron saints painted by Marie-Françoise Lévrier, but we have never seen these. The shutters on the front are very rarely open - the exception being a couple of times during summer this year. The building is now a private home, so I expect the shutters stay closed to stop sticky-beaking foreigners like me peering in, or more probably, to keep the noise and dust down in the house, as it is opposite the bus stop (3 buses a day) and rue des Halles is one of the main thoroughfares in town, so in Preuilly terms, quite busy.
*Line infantrymen (ie ordinary soldiers) in Napoleon's army wore red trousers, as opposed to the soldiers of the old army, who wore white trousers. Thus good Republicans were culs rouges, those who continued to adhere to the old ways were culs blancs.