Memories of Childhood
Child’s tongue vibrating
French trill finally mastered
Nun smiles approval
Memories of childhood triggered. A wee girl obsessed with practising her rolling R’s to make her teacher proud. Oral reading in French demands perfection and a mobile tongue. Success brought great praise.
About photos: That’s me!
Top-right: My teacher from grade 1-3 who happened to be a nun (at the back). I’m the second child in the right row. My mother came in to take the classroom shots. She always took photos, even when we had a mouthful of food.
Bottom-right: First communion in grade 1. I’m second from the right and my veil was annoying me. Still remember the wind blowing it in my face. Must have been traumatic. Ha ha! Sorry about the girl picking her nose.
Portrait: My school picture in grade 3. My hair had transformed from blonde to carrot-red. My eye color was no longer bright blue, but green. My family moved that year and I lost my French, but my tongue hasn’t forgotten how to trill.
(Thanks to Ron for the thrill of using the word ‘trill.’)
Stuff and what if... 
Special memories – thanks for sharing.
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Thanks to Ron for the prompt word “trill”.
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Oh, this is lovely Olga. I am envious that you can roll your R’s, I never could! Great photos too 🙂
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Thank-you, Judy. I still remember practising for hours and days to get it right. What we do to impress our teachers! Thought the photos would add a personal touch, otherwise I’d be drawing a vibrating tongue. Ha ha!
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I think the personal touches are lovely. We get to know you a little better 🙂
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Thank you for taking us to where “trill” takes you! It’s interesting how certain words can take us back in time. I’m also envious that you can trill your R’s. I never could either!
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Appreciate your visit, Trisha. So true how a word or a smell can carry us back in time. Have a great week.
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Now that’s one kind of trill I didn’t think of. A very personal memory, nicely written – and I enjoyed looking at your photographs.
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Thank-you, Kim. I tried to think outside the box and then the memory appeared. Glad you enjoyed the photos.
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I love your photos. You were an adorable little girl! Your haiku is great and took me back to my childhood. ❤
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Thank-you for the compliment, Vashti. Hope your childhood memories have many sparkles.
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Naew… you are so cute! Great to se some childhood memories.
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Thanks, Lena. Love your enthusiastic comment.
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A wonderful childhood reflective haiku Olga. Scary memories of my sister’s catholic education though!!
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Mine only lasted three years until I moved. I know… they could crack-the-whip those nuns. My older brother had a very traumatic time, unlike my experience. Maybe because I was young and cute. Ha ha!
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You were lucky Olga. Until the early 70’s cruelty was a common teaching strategy in Catholic schools in Australia. Currently we are progressing through a horrendous National Royal Commission on child abuse right across all facets of contact with children right up to the 80’s. Sadly the Catholic Church is high on the list of transgression.
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They executed many cruelties here in Canada also, especially with the aboriginal children.
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I love this post Olga!
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Thank-you, Mary. Appreciate your visit.
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Great take on trill theme, lovely fun filled post. Thanks for sharing! 💚💛❤️💜💙
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Thank-you for your lovely comment, Roz. I’m so happy that you enjoyed it. It was fun to put together.
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This one took me back to my childhood too after a few OMG 🙂 As I was read your I was laughing about to girl picking her nose, lol. Only in childhood can you pick your nose and scratch your butt without causing a scene..I love this!
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Thank-you, Pat. The photo lent itself to a bit of humor. I just pointed it out to the viewer. Glad you got a laugh out of it. 🙂
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Lovely pictures and haiku–a unique topic. The special gowns and veils took me back–dress-up wasn’t quite the same style but similar with filmy fabrics, layers, lace, headpieces, fancy smocks etc
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Thank-you, Janice. I also have strong memories of dress-up with a childhood friend’s mother’s wardrope. Trying on high heels was fun, but wobbly.
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Hello, Olga! I love your precious pictures!
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This one comes straight from heart
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Thank-you, Ruby. It certainly was a trip down memory lane.
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What a wonderful trick of the tongue – I can’t roll my R’s. It must be fun to do that sometimes when the conversation gets a bit boring. 🙂
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I just tried it with a few English words and it certainly would be funny. Never thought of that. Ha ha! Thank-you for the visit.
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I love hearing about childhood. My father went on o Catholic school. He did say that the nuns were mean and strict. He wasn’t Catholic. I wonder how he did, too late to ask.
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Thanks for sharing, Meredith. I wasn’t Catholic either, but in a small community you don’t have a choice sometimes. I have some questions for my parents also, but in our later years, it is too late. Have a great week!
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If I’d gone to Catholic School I would probably want to be a nun. I cave green eyes too. Alas not the red hair nor the adorable sprinkle of freckles.
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Thanks for liking my freckles when I was wee, impressionable girl way back in the 60’s.
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Great photos Olga, you should be proud of them and of your mother to be careful taking and keeping them all these years.
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Thank-you, Elizabeth. Yes, my mother did love to take photographs. She was a wonder.
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For some reason this brings images to my mind of ‘Vacation Bible School’ when I was a kid. It was a summer program that my sister and I were sent to so we could learn the Bible like the back of our hands. It wasn’t the worst time, but it was always entertaining once you made it to the end of the “Vacation” and you could speak a slew of versus from memory. Only three lines, one haiku, has the ability to give me vivid memories. Obviously I enjoyed it haha 🙂
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Wonderful! Thank-you Wes for sharing your memories. I wasn’t too sure about using personal photos, but it worked out well and I got a good reception. Have a great week!
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