tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post114555122001418010..comments2023-12-27T13:35:09.431-07:00Comments on Exile in Portales: When I was Eight, Part IIIBuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-1145652437161334052006-04-21T14:47:00.000-06:002006-04-21T14:47:00.000-06:00I'm glad you guys liked it, and thanks for sharing...I'm glad you guys liked it, and thanks for sharing your stories, too!<BR/><BR/>I've lost my French, Lou. "Use it or lose it" really IS true. Part of my "loss" is inhibition...every noun has a gender and I can't remember most of them, and French conjugations are bizarre, to say the least. The fear of screwing up is VERY strong, and like all inhibitions, this one diminishes exponentially with alcohol intake. After that first bottle of wine is gone I can be a babbling fool...in French!<BR/><BR/>:-)Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-1145578137658770802006-04-20T18:08:00.000-06:002006-04-20T18:08:00.000-06:00I love your stories. The pictures would not compl...I love your stories. The pictures would not completely come up :( I can just see you as a little boy in France with your beautiful teacher. I laughed out loud at you translating for your sister. Did you retain your French? <BR/><BR/>Kind of a silly coincidence, but a high school friend called today to say she wants to attend our class reunion this summer. Then she gave me her address. She is living in Chemin Du Verdon, France.Bag Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01885412195900280096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-1145553649575971812006-04-20T11:20:00.000-06:002006-04-20T11:20:00.000-06:00You posted this early just for me? You're so swee...You posted this early just for me? You're so sweet :) I loved it! I've led such a sheltered life. I don't know if I had even been out of NY by the time I was 8. We went to Maine one year on vacation but I don't remember how old I was. What I remember about that trip was my brother and I slept in a room with bunk beds which I thought was pretty cool except they wouldn't let me be in the top bunk...and one night I went to bed with gum in my mouth and woke up with it in my hair and it had to be cut out. And my mom and I spent hours on the rocky beach looking for pieces of glass that had been tumbled smooth on the rocks. She still has our collection in a pretty vase in her bathroom. <BR/><BR/>I took French for 2 weeks in 9th grade and decided foreign language is not for me. Only phrases I know, aside from a few words you pick up here and there (and probably not spelled right) fermez la porte, fermez la busch, and la petite sha. <BR/><BR/>Okay, must go do some work so I can leave on time tonight. I'll make a point to say hey to MF.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com