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31 mars 2026

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À la salade, Ma mère est malade, Au pissenlit, Ma mère est guérie.

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Informateur : Dominique CHARRIER ;
Enquêteur : Jany ROUGER ;
Lieu : Le Pin (Les Gibaudières) ; Année : 1972 ;
Lien notice Cerdo : J’ai mon père sur la rivière (ch.) – Portail documentaire de l’UPCP-METIVE ;
Fonds : Animation Rurale et Culture Populaire en Bocage (ARCuP) (Cerizay – 79) ;

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Préconisé pour les enfants en maternelle, petit primaire et grand primaire ;
Tranche d’âge : 0 à 5 ans ;

Activités

Situation : des enfants face à une boiteuse avancent quand ils parlent vers la boiteuse qui recule et ils reculent quand la boiteuse avance vers eux et leur répond. A la fin, la boiteuse montre les cornes, tous les enfants crient et courent partout. La boiteuse en attrape un qui devient la boiteuse à son tour.

Aucune obscurité ne s’installerait jamais sur ces lampes, comme aucune obscurité ne s’était installée sur elles depuis des centaines d’années. Il semblait effrayant que la ville flambât à jamais au même endroit ; effrayant du moins pour les gens qui partaient à l’aventure sur la mer, et qui la voyaient comme un monticule circonscrit, éternellement brûlé, éternellement balafré. Du pont du navire, la grande ville apparaissait comme une figure recroquevillée et frêle, un miséreux sédentaire.

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