Born in the hollow of the Country Pagan to Kerverven between the menhir of Men-Marz, the chapel Paol Aurelien, the lighthouse of Pontusval and guy's fishing port hellen Jean-Yves knew all the subtleties of our culture Arvoriz. The Breton language, the singing, the dañs round, the kab aod and the kalaboussen, and the spirit especially the spirit which had passed on to him his ancestors. In the 1970s it will become one of the most burning apostles of the revival of this popular culture within the foyer Ar Vro Bagan.

The romantic writers, the folkloristes, the travel brochures raise a somber picture of the Country Pagan and his inhabitants. Redoubtable Paganiz. Jean-Yves was True Pagan, but Pagan in hundred leagues of this caricatural idealized image. Jean-Yves was brilliant Pagan.
Soft, quiet, kind, thoughtful, thoughtful, simple, modest, hard-working, persevering, welcoming, generous, full of humor, overflowing with tenderness. Un den brokus, karantezus, madelezus.
These qualities of heart and of spirit they had inherited them from the ground which had seen him arising and from his ancestors and parents: Jean Moallic, Bonig Salou, Dion an Donañ, Bonig Kastell, Yves and Simone. Ainé son of a large family: Marie-Ange, Roger, Nicole, André, Patrick, Robert and Odile, strong man, it was the pillar. He exercised a natural, not authoritarian authority there.
On this ideal he had created an admirable family. Cathy his wife, Yves, Tanguy, his sons. An opened and generous family.
His ancestral culture was not for him a yoke, a withdrawal on one, on the contrary! Fort of his identity, he knew how to go towards the others, open the window of our Country on the world.
Did we know more universalist Pagan? Having practised the gouren, the Breton fight, he turned to the aikido thanks to his friend Jean-Claude Cueff. Martial art naturally, but especially school of humanity, mastery of one, nonviolence, tolerance. And Jean-Yves found on the tatami, the famous KI whom Pagan practised naturally in the strike during an unhoped-for tide of heavy wooden bois-koad-peñse. So he crossed the world to teach his art and go to meet the other peoples, the other cultures, good Japan on, the USA, Canada, Guadeloupe, Reunion, Tahiti, New Caledonia, … Thanks to him and to his friends, Lesneven became for 30 years the world Capital of the Aikido, where base themselves the cultures of the World in the melting pot Pagan.
This popular culture will be very useful for him also in its meteorological work. Questioning celestial bodies, he did not neglect the empirical knowledge of the former. Modest author and patient of the monumental work general and maritime Meteorology of Météo-France, while he taught the officer cadets of the Navy, he was able to verify in a scientific way the relevance of several popular sayings at the weather. In particular "Ar Geler diwar ar mor, the Year Ankou o it houlenn digor", "Saint Elmo's fire on the sea, it is the death which asks for the entrance", formulate that he had listened in his own family.
This rich inheritance, even more brilliant depiction by the experience of life, the passions which he had discovered in the sky, under the sea, in the countries of the world, on the tatami of Aikido, or around a stew of elms, forgiveness of gastropods, him wanted to share them with the others. Pass on them to the others in real boatman of memory. " Tale, small tale, there where I found the tale, I put back it " as say his friends of the association Gouesnou-Mali- Djiguiyasô.
The death is inequitable, unbearable: for us Jean-Yves cannot die; he does not have to die.
Such a celestial body, one of these stars as he studied for connaitre the weather, a celestial body died since millions of years and which still lights the world. Such this old boss of aikido, Ueshiba, missing person for decades and who still shines on the men, Jean-Yves will remain alive in our hearts as a guide of light and wisdom on the roads of our lives.

Ha c’hwi Yves ha Simone, e dad hag e vamm, forzh pegen kriz ha kalet ha garo e ve ar maro, foug ha lorc’h a c’hell bezañ ennoc’h gant ho mab Jean-Yves. Kalz ho peus roet dezhañ, hag eñ, d’e dro, en deus roet kalz d’ar re all en dro dezhañ. Hag a roio c’hoazh rak da viken e chomo beo en hor c’halonoù.
And you Yves and Simone, his father and his mother, in spite of the cruel separation, are proud of your son. You looked to him a lot and he, in return, looked around him a lot.

Kenavo er Baradoz Yann-Cheun. Tchao, Tchao !

(Goulc’han Kervella)