My first story will be about the many good souls that make Kuxville. Devoted people who love to serve, and have the sort of kindness that has come so rare in this world. One example is our breadman, who has been coming every day of his life, in any kind of weather, with very little exceptions. He would hoot and shout out "Bonjour Madame bonjour Monsieur", while delivering his bread. Early in the morning he would get the bread from the baker, on his bicycle, and then he would do the coast on his old motorbike. My sister-in-law remembers riding with him through the village as a little girl, about 40 years ago. When he arrived in Kuxville, he would shake his big "guny" bag and the little pigeons were already waiting for their share, as part of a daily routine. The photo shows him of his last day of work, just before his well deserved retirement.
