"Me, my Grandma ..."
is the title of a book of Pef.
A small book of my son ... I always felt that the final page beat a HUGE HEART !
These little things of life so insignificant child, will one day become emotional outbursts ... is emotion.
Me, my Grandma, she was Polish, she fled the misery, she arrived in France alone with nothing ... that his 20 years and his courage.
She had a huge heart !
It was she who gave us the colors of life,
appreciation of simplicity.
This table is a childhood memory:
Grandma had a girlfriend on the other side of the hill, go there, we climbed the fence by climbing over 2 chairs .. ahhh! Granny crossing the fence!
Then we crossed a field graaaaand ... First, we heard the "Leo Leo" the peacock and the "gurgling" turkeys, and finally the "pouôôôôt pouôôôôt" chickens announced our arrival ...
Grandma, she also had chickens, turkeys, rabbits, cats, dogs ... but if I loved going to his girlfriend was to show "Leo"!
Sometimes, to my great joy, Grandma asked me to go alone with his girlfriend to bring him a basket containing treasures garden.
- "Go home redhead over there ..." - Grandma does not speak French very well.
- " but ...?? Grandma ... .... it is not the redhead lady ?!" - "I said from the top of my 7 years.
- " but if she has red hair ... you dont know not You!" the tone of his statement ended the conversation.
way, trotted this question: " but it is not red ?!?!?!?"
The old woman had black hair remarkable for her age!
Time passed ...
At 20, I'm learning Polish (yes, I have already quoted Jacques Brel "be an adult, it's nothing, it's an attitude: we end up not being run after dreams had when we were little ").
I hear the sound "U " does not exist ... that the "U " is " OR .
And there is the revelation :
Grandma's Girl was RUSSIAN !
True ... ... "I did not know me !"...
I shared with you this story and now this table, the traditional colors Redhead ...
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