Every summer during WWII,.André spent his holidays on his uncle's farm at Dombrot-sur-Vair. He got to know the hard but enjoyable countryside life : cooking in the fire place, making bread, harvests. He never forgot those sensations which fulfilled his whole life. One day of October, when helping his uncle priest move, a piece of wood went through his leg. He was badly injured. But this painful accident was providential since it happened to be the reason why he decided to become an artist. For one and a half month in bed, André Jacquemin never stopped drawing. One day, a friend of the family, Mr Mougenot, an Architect working for the county, saw a copy of an old picture and was very impressed by the quality of the work. He begged André's parents to let the young man go to Paris and study at the Ecole des Beaux-arts.