When I arrived in France I was thirty years old and did not speak more than three words in French. Some of you have asked me what was that like and how long did it take me to learn to speak French.
It took me a very l………….o…………………..n…………………..g time to learn French. I am still learning. I have a very thick accent that doesn’t bother me in the least. Several years ago at a dinner party a man asked me if I could read in French. I answered that I could read basic French but not classic novels. I also admitted I could not write in French. In which he replied (in French) "Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? After all these years you haven’t learned?" I replied, "I am stupid." I thought I might as well tell him what he thought and avoid anymore of his insults. It worked. The conversation about my French language skills ended, though the dinner conversation continued on lighter topics.
Since then when French people ask me how long I have lived in France I know in a small way they are judging my French. If I say "twenty years," they often reply in one or two ways:
1. You speak well, but you have a very thick accent.
or-
2. You speak like this after twenty years?
After awhile this sort of response started to bug me.
I thought I would change my answer so that we would all feel good. Therefore when a French person asks me how long have I lived in France I say, "Not too long." They respond by saying;
1) Incredible! Your French is very very good.
They smile and I smile everyone is happy.
Yes I am bending the truth. But that is a fault I can live with. Unless God only speaks French in which case I am busted.
I speak French. I dream in French. I can follow a conversation in French. I started to speak French when I found out I had cancer 15 years ago. (Amazing what a little fear can do to one’s language skills.) I can buy antiques in French. I can also kiss in French, make crepes, and I feel I have come a long way since the day I couldn’t say more than oui and non.
Photos: French vintage pieces found in a scrapbook.
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