A Few More Memories

Again out of the blue, but this time not dream related, was a memory from taking French in fifth grade.  It was really horrible.  I was in school in northeastern France, on the border with both Belgium and Luxembourg.  And non-French was not allowed .....

So you can understand just how much French one could learn when NO English is allowed.  You can not communicate with anyone, no one can communicate with you and the teachers were frustrated beyond belief!  Mostly whacking us with rulers to vent their frustration as our poor attainment of French!  My displeasure with all things French is based upon the utter stupidity I was to observe repeated over and over again in almost all areas of life and infrastructure.  The rules over no foreign languages in class was but the beginning of bizzareness which was to terminate with our removal from France at machine-gun point - all of the way to the German border!  It was embarrassing for the French and NATO.

Now in that French class the teacher and curriculum were reviewed annually.  So second year of school and I was called into a 3 hour interrogation. 

Oh, that poor auditor!  I was so frustrated and angry with them by then!  I knew my numbers, I knew my alphabet, I could congregate all of the he, she, them and us'.  But apparently, there were built in jokes in the readings which were meaningless to me and the auditor lost it with me!  And I with him.  Even at 11 I towered over the average Frenchmen and when he attacked, well the rebuff by me was a complete surprise!  I was just lucky there were three others in the room to witness his attack!

In the end, the auditor, teacher and programs were terminated.  I was disciplined yet again - sigh - was just one bad apple it seems.  ;)  But, in the long run, none of it really mattered.  NATO was ordered out of France, all of the bases became French property and all of us NATO-brats were shuffled off to other schools.  In my case, Germany, via an art class in Marseille first.

So, I sat there in  my car, reciting my alphabet in French.  Okay, I managed A through F, then T to Z.  Not a clue on the middle.  But OMG!!!!!  I had an actual memory!!!!!!!!

No, still no memory as to whom Gaelic Girl is.  She is in my face quite a bit over this but I honestly got nothing as to whom she is.  As I was telling a guy in Church, if this is how she was before my surgery, I think I might have a clue as to why those memories are dead .....

I thought he was going to bust a gut he was laughing so hard.

Now I wonder if I can work on my German alphabet from memory .....