Mother, artist, computer teacher, computer consultant, art teacher, sister, bi-lingual (French and English), builder, jogger, nutrition oriented, romantic, dreamer, nature lover, do-it-yourselfer Piscean.
A Maine resident, former member of the Art Guild of the Kennebunks, Kennebunkport, Maine. Later, as a New Hampshire resident, I joined the Wakefield Arts Council, Wakefield, New Hampshire; the Maine Art Education Association; the Governor Wentworth Arts Council, Wolfeboro, New Hampshire, and the Wolfeboro Professional Arts Association, Wolfeboro, New Hampshire.
Later we moved to Owls Head, Maine where I displayed in local galleries. Presently I have a home studio/gallery.
I was born and raised in Maine. Attended St. Joseph's grammar school, k-8. I earned both French and English diplomas. Nine years of French education required at the instruction of nuns as teachers. Students spoke French for half a day. The second half was English. Both languages were intergrated with certain subjects.
I was proud of the achievement and my grade. I graduated 2nd from the eight grade class. Madeleine B. bested my efforts. I believe she was annoyed at my nipping at her heels. We were great rivals, yet, she deserved her status. Madeleine worked as hard as I. I never did get to say it then, but, congrats, Madelein B.
Having spent so much time studying French, and coming home to a French household, I inadverdently picked up a few annoying habits (annoying to me). I sometimes write or say things backwards because French Grammar is sometimes backwards when translated to English.
Other times, I may pronounce an English word with a terrifically "thick" French accent. My ears ring and the resultant sound makes me laugh. A little embarassing... Oh, well :-)
Whenever I stumble across French speaking individuals, or someone with a French accent, I introduce myself in French, asking if they are French. I enjoy communicating with French speaking persons, whatever origin.
One summer, while hiking New Hampshire's Mount Washington, two French speaking young men were ahead of me—speaking with French. I introduced myself.
I had fun, hinting I had hiked all the way from Canada. After an incredulous look, and similar comments from both men, I admitted I was kidding. They actually believed I trekked over from Canada!
They complimented my French. That was nice. I've frogotten lots of French since my school days. Still, I'm sure the nuns would be proud.
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