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.’)