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Cet été, la chaleur a été telle que certains d’entre nous ne savent plus comment se rafraîchir. Voici une solution parmi d’autres 🙂



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This might be my last post about Mother’s Day, but not the least, as Evelyne is a good writer. I hope these stories will help you reminisce some good old time with your own mom 🙂

In May or in June, Mother’s Day is celebrated all over the world. I was 5 years-old when France officially formalized it. I have few memories of those events, except once when my mother sat down to hear my “compliment” and I slipped a cushion under her feet to make her feel more at ease.

Every year we celebrated “mothers”, as my grandmother was living with us ; so we gave them a bunch of flowers from the garden as a gift, it was not in our habit to offer anything else. We ’d rather have a good meal.

I remember a special day I had with my mother. As usual, my father had gone to get some grain for his poultry. The store where he bought his grain also sold household items.

I can still see him coming back on his bike, carrying his grain and squeezing a little box under his arm. He put away his grain and brought this box into the kitchen. He handed it to my mother, telling her he had bought something that would please her.

My mother  usually handled all money matters and my father would never buy anything she had not formally requested.

A little coldly she says to him: What is it? With shiny eyes, my father replied : Please open it, you will see !

We, the three children, were waiting nearby for the little box to be opened and especially watching for my mother’s reaction. She then opened the box and took out a device to cut the potatoes into French fries. My father had seen this article in the store and thought that this little tool would simplify her work. We used to eat a lot of fries with our steaks. It was small, but she could not have been more pleased with a gift (bought because it was mother’s day.)

My mother was smiling, with tears in her eyes. My father was moved and discreetly laughed. They were happy.

It was years ago, but this memory is still present in my mind and in my heart.

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Today’s story takes place some decades ago, when life was definitively harder but also more simple for many families. I present Mireille and her mom 🙂

Something about my mother

When I was a young girl, my mother was a very busy woman. She had to manage a family of 6 people. She grew almost all the vegetables we ate in our garden and she made food preserves, she had a henhouse and she had to take care of it. She had to cook, to do the dishes and to wash the laundry and to clean the house, everything a woman used to do at that time and she didn’t have all the household appliances we can enjoy now.  Moreover, when she had some spare time, she sewed and knitted to dress all of us.

So I can’t remember any time she had the opportunity to rest and only chat with me, except on the rare occurrence I was ill .

  When I  was  ill , I  could  stay  in my  bedroom , and my mother brought me some herb tea , my pills , she worried if I had a high temperature . But the  most important  reason I have to remember this  quiet time of illness , is that she  came near my bed with a  Charles  Perrault book and , even if she had a  lot  of  work to do , she  read me one  of the fairy tale which delighted my childhood .

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In our series about Mother’s Day, here is one more post with a cute story. Let me introduce Véro and her special Mother’s Day 🙂

About 12 years ago, my daughters were 4 and 6, I had a wonderful surprise on a Sunday morning.

My girls came into my bedroom, to wake me up, they wouldn’t to wait for a long time, as they were so proud of themselves …

Mommy, come with us, to have breakfast …. Hurry up !

Then, in the kitchen, I saw that they had fixed breakfast, to be kind to me. As they were young, it was a great proof of love.

Then, I toast down at the table, where a bowl of cereals was waiting for me, and I only had to add some milk or yogurt.

I added milk, and began to eat, in front of my girls, so happy, enjoying their gift ..

Suddenly, I saw something very strange among my cereals and the milk … not piece of fruit, not piece of cereals but .. something like dust .. it was surprising.

So, I stared at my bowl, and I saw little things … extremely unpleasant that I was about to eat …..

What had happened ?

My girls told me the whole story : the cereals had fallen on the ground, but “no problem mommy, because we took the duspan and the brush, and put all the cereals in your bowl !”

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As previously announced, I will be posting an essay a day relating a story about a mom. These have been written by our students and they are all lovely. I suppose in a way, they show a side of what it is to be a mother. And in a time when everything is changing around us, it feels like an anchor place.

I hope you’ll enjoy 🙂 Today’s story is penned by Françoise.

Nice weekends with Mum!

When I was about eighteen, I had to go and study in Paris. A big high school had accepted my application in a class where I had to prepare a competitive examination. I was quite excited and happy but… I was 400 km away from my birthplace and I had a lot of work. I could only come back home during the school holidays!

Faced with that situation, my mother decided to come to Paris and visit me every three weeks, sometimes more, between two school holidays because she wanted me not to miss family life.  And it was wonderful! Dad was staying in Limoges with my sisters, and I had Mum all for myself.

She could not sleep in my room because I lived in a student accommodation, that’s why we stayed at a small hotel, and we ate in restaurants. At that time, exotic food could not be found in rural areas, so it was the opportunity to taste Asiatic food or couscous… We went to museums, to exhibitions (mainly art), to the movies, shopping of course, and sometimes to the theater (light comedies always!); when she came back home, Mum could talk a lot about Paris’ attractions! Nevertheless, I suppose she remained subdued not to stir any jealousy…

I have very nice memories of these great weekends, and I later copied Mum by taking my son with me, when he was a teenager, to visit London, or Amsterdam, or other big foreign cities not too far, during long weekends!


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Hi everyone !

So this will be for our advanced learners. This week, in France, we’re celebrating Mother’s Day. So I thought it would be neat to post some essays the sudents have been working on.

Here’s one from Violette, for a start 🙂

Mum was always afraid of snakes and reptiles. On the contrary, my father liked every animal, even strange, and often picked up grass-snakes. Of course Mum did not appreciate.

One day, while she was making a bed, she saw a yellow grey woolen thing on the sheet. She took him and screamed : the woolen piece moved because it was a lizard !

Afterwards she prepared lunch. She took her matchbox, opened it and dropped it immediately. Inside was a small slow worm. My father had hidden it and had wanted to play a joke on Mum. Of course she wasn’t pleased and she refused to turn on the gas for the meal. My father laughed a lot, and finally she forgave him.

We spoke about this story for a long time at home !

LeT’s TaLk AbOuT gOsSiP ;)


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In our adavanced class, we’ve been talking about gossip. Is a gossip the same as a rumor ? Do you think gossip could cause harm to anybody ? Why do people read tabloids ? So many questions worth asking …

Meanwhile, here is a piece of wisdom we might benefit from 🙂 Enjoy !



One day the great philosopher came upon an acquaintance, who ran up to him excitedly and said, “Socrates, do you know what I just heard about one of your students?”

“Wait a moment,” Socrates replied. “Before you tell me, I’d like you to pass a little test. It’s called the Test of Three.”

“Test of Three?”

“That’s correct,” Socrates continued. “Before you talk to me about my student let’s take a moment to test what you’re going to say. The first test is Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?”

“No,” the man replied, “actually I just heard about it.”

“All right,” said Socrates. “So you don’t really know if it’s true or not. Now let’s try the second test, the test of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about my student something good?”

“No, on the contrary…”

“So,” Socrates continued, “you want to tell me something bad about him even though you’re not certain it’s true?”

The man shrugged, a little embarrassed.

Socrates continued, “You may still pass though because there is a third test – the filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about my student going to be useful to me?”

“No, not really…”

“Well,” concluded Socrates, “if what you want to tell me is neither true nor good nor even useful, why tell it to me at all?”

The man was defeated and ashamed and said no more…

Next time you feel the need to speak about anyone, ask yourself first; Is it true? Is it Good? Is it useful?