Aren’t my parents looking lovely on this picture? René and Hélène got engaged on Christmas Day of 1955. Thanks to an 8mm amateur home movie we are able to follow them as they go from one family party to another. First, at my mother’s house, then at Annette’s, my mother’s older sister, and then, at my father’s house. The elegant bright red dress my mother was wearing leads me to believe that this picture must have been taken on New Year’s Day, when they traditionally exchanged gifts. Another question I would have loved and should have asked my mother about.
The 2015 Challenge A to Z is proposed to the French-community of bloggers by Sophie Boudarel of La Gazette des ancêtres
This picture taken in 1945 at Marguerite-Bourgeoys School in Montreal also tells us a little bit about the history of education in Québec. Do you see how few girls are there on that picture? Only twelve. My mother told us that it was the first time that year that girls were able to attend the 12th grade. She was very proud of it. I cheat a little though, posting a second document also found in my mother’s papers mentioning the names of students appearing on that photo. Who knows, maybe you will recognize the name of a grandmother, mother or aunt?
“So, in the end, no matter what I do, I’ll never get a diploma from you!”. These last years, when my mother got angry because we criticized too much the way she was doing certain things and that she did not agree with us, she summarized it with that sentence. Do I need to tell you that when I found among her papers her high school diploma that she got in 1945 I could not help thinking that we should hang the precious document on the wall? Yes, Mom, you got your diploma. That one and so many others 😉
“Is my hair OK?”. How many times have I heard those words come out of my mother’s mouth? As soon as a camera was ready to immortalize her, I could have bet a fortune that we would hear that question. Coming out of the subway station, should it rain, in a blink of an eye, she would take out a plastic cap from her purse and would say: “Oh! My God, my hair!”. So you can imagine why she never understood why my sister and I loved this picture so much. Have you seen her smile? You look lovely, Mom!
As far as I can remember, my mother was scared, disdainful even of animals. On a Saturday of October 1978, I still don’t know how, my father and I have succeeded in convincing her to adopt a dog. My sister had one for a few days then and my brother was always hanging there, so we wanted to surprise him with a dog. I promised my mother that the dog would sleep in the basement (never went there by the way). His name, Copain, was chosen by my mother. He even slept with them at the foot of their bed!
The French ChallengeAZ will begin in a few hours. Writing, translation and planning for the first two weeks posts have been completed. During next week-end will be done the posts for the last two weeks.
Once again this year, French genealogist Sophie Boudarel invites us to take part to the A to Z Challenge. This will be my very first participation and I am so excited, especially since almost all my articles are ready! Not only will my project become reality, but I will have plenty of time to read other bloggers’ posts.