Tuesday, June 21, 2005

The Sound of Music

Hi droolbag,

Sorry if I forgot you for a while. Well actually, no I didn’t forget you. I was just very busy. I flew home to see your Mommy, that protuding thing we call a belly and where you’re currently cruising happily far the daily nuisance that make our world so unique.
We’d stop our little tour of the family with Anne-Lise’s musical skills, her innate talent for the keyboard, her intimate relationship with Beethoven, Chopin, Petit Âne Noir (literally meaning small black donkey - I’m sure Ludwig Von is thrilled to be paralled with a donkey) and her strong passion for music. Well passionate it was. Storms blew in and out, but overall she survived my dad’s frantic music addiction and now has something extra to put down on her resume. I never had the chance to play anything, so unfair !! I wish I knew how to play the trumpet… (As I write these words I fear my father is going to call me and make me take music lessons, but then again life is more fun with a challenge).
Anne-Lise’s craving for notes, G minors and other obfuscating letters didn’t just stop with the piano. As a matter of fact, I’d say it started with it. And one can even identify methodically several periods :

  1. Classical
    At age 3, my sister learns how to read music. To her they’re sounds. To me they are little birds on a series of black lines. To her, she’s got a score sheet, to me it’s heavy books that come in handy when I want to build Playmobil(c) fortresses.
    When she reached 4, my sister started taking piano lessons. She went to a private teacher’s home and took lessons there. That teacher alone would be worth a lengthy dissertation but to cut it short, let’s say she reminded me very much of the witch leader, in Roald Dahl’s famous novel
    Witches. My sister didn’t care much for her teacher, or so I think, but they seemed to get along well and the teacher proved to be an outstanding one.

  2. Religious
    My sister also sang, and when she was in middle school, she joined a choir at the local Music School and used to sing there every Tuesday or Wednesday night (I can’t remember, you’ll have to excuse me) with some school friends. I sometimes went with her to listen and watch. I remember she even sang at the local church, Notre Dame, but my father went Bersek as she sang off key. That was the beginning of the end, an alleyway to the dark ages. At another occasion, my sister failed to show up at a town festival. Our father wasn’t too happy about that either.
  3. Baroque
    The Baroque period is according to The Collaborative International Dictionary of English, characterized by the use of complex and elaborate ornamentation, curved rather than straight lines, and, in music a high degree of embellishment. To such an extent, adds the dictionary, that it becomes grotesque… This matches my sister’s lack of interest in piano I’d say. In 1995, we went back to the USA and there my dad rented a piano for my sister which stayed mute most of the time. I guess we listened more to the Spanish lessons tapes than to my sister’s reciting.
  4. Renaissance
    When your Mom eventually left for college, she had to study quite a bit and thus left piano aside - never entirely though. As a matter of fact, at the same period (if I remember well) she got herself a keyboard to practice just about anywhere. She took it to her college dorm, and it now sits in her living room, your soon-to-be playground.
  5. Modern / Contemporary
    Imagine a Rothko painting : empty, huh ? Well much like modern art paintings, my sister’s music life is pretty much void : I guess you can be blamed for it. Naaaah just kidding. As a matter of fact, I know not whether she stills plays the piano. I guess she kicks up a tune for her bemused students who’ll beg their parents for music lessons not knowing it can spell disaster.

That’s all folks for today, stay tuned for more adventures coming through to you.

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Thursday, June 9, 2005

My mommy’s French

Hello baby!

Are you doing fine? Splendid! Enjoy it while it lasts…

Let’s keep on blabbing about your Mom. She was born in Cholet, France, a town some 60 kms from where you’ll be born in a couple of months. She’s therefore French and although you may think it’s cool to be French yoursel, keep in mind we’re ferocious cheese-eaters among which cheeses the world-renowed Camembert. Soon enough, when you go abroad, mainly to the UK or US, people might just call you Froggy. You might ponder why for a while until you admit that being similar to Kermit rocks. But that’s another story, stay tuned for that one…

Your Mom is a teacher. T-E-A-C-H-E-R, i.e. she handles a bunch of six-year-olds, tries to keep them under control and teaches them how to read and count, so don’t you think you can escape long homework nights. And don’t count on your dad to alleviate your burden, he’s almost like a teacher…
Come to think of it, half the family members are teachers. Spooky huh ? It’s good thing Grandpa and Uncle Jr.’ll hang around you to prevent you from following the dark side of teaching.

Back to Mommy, apart from teaching, she enjoys going to the movies on a regular basis and plays the piano. Now mind you, the piano almost turned into a state of affairs back home. You see, your gifted mommy took up playing the piano when she was a kid, about 4 years of age (although she boasted 3 for a while until I figured she couldn’t have possibly reached for the keys). Anyhow, she used to play, and still does from time to time. She even taught me to play a very simple tune. We used to play together. A duet is it ?
That’s your Mom…

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Wednesday, June 8, 2005

Mom-e

Now, munchkin, by the time you’re computer literate, quite a few things will have changed, so before I get down into any details, let’s get a couple details on paper :
Google is (or was ?) a search engine. It allows(ed) you to look up information. Copainsdavant.com is/was a French website which purpose is to connect people together and find long lost High School friends. Well believe it or not, whilst browsing the web with Google, and looking up your mom’s name, I was literally flabbergasted to find out she’s (was) a member of Copainsdavant. Yep, she sure is and you can/could even see her profile at
http://copainsdavant.linternaute.com/membre/238750/3982202411/anne-lise_brossard/

Well if that ain’t somethin ? Your mom, an e-freak ?

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Hey that’s my mom !

Hello there munchkin,

Before you come crashing down on us and become a four-legged, out-of-control, high-pitched, high-speed cute little monster, here’s the story of your mom, not mine, not Granny, just your Mom.

And what a Mom she is ! Relax she’s had plenty of time to rehearse her mom job, she’s fully qualified, I can vouch for that. I was her guinea pig for well over 20 years now, and so far I can’t complain.

Anne-Lise, that’s your Mom, was born Dec. 29th 1980, a couple days shy of Christmas. Gee, I’d hate it. So would you : even though parents claim they don’t cheat you on gifts, it can’t be avoided and sure enough, either Christmas or your birthday is shunned upon. So congrats upon your being born in October. Babies have known to been born early or late but never as late as 3 extra months. This is not Britrail by Jove !
This birthday matter aside, your Mom is therefore a Capricorn (from caper goat + cornu horn) and although I could gloat about all her bad sides - and god knows there are quite a few - I’d rather stick to the bright side of her life.
She’s loving, and lovable, and I’m pretty sure you’ll feel snug and comfortable in her arms. Brown eyes, brunette, the cutest nose since Cleopatra. Red-rimmed glasses, our father’s (your grandpa) smile, and a truckload of good humor. She gave up drinking any sort of alcoholic beverage as well as Coke and coffee so that you’d enjoy pregnancy. She’ll be, no doubt, a very dedicated Mom.
However… She’s not into sports unfortunately, neither is your other uncle on this side of the family. So I guess you’ll have to rely on Uncle Jr. to take you out to the ball game… I’ll try to dress in yellow and green as much as your Mom will allow it (I’ll be sneaky). Just so you know, that’s Nantes’ colors, your home and birth town !!
I’ll try to get my hands on some pics of your Mom so you can see what she looks like / looked like when she was younger. In the meantime, dear kin, take care, and see you in a postwhile !

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Tuesday, June 7, 2005

That Friday night…

It all happened so quickly, called my sister from Portugal - where I’m currently living - to have a bit of “chinwag” as we often do and presto she spilled the beans.
I’m pregnant she said. Oh boy, I couldn’t stand still anymore, I was sort of jumping up and down. I was going to be an uncle at last (that’s the egocentric point of view) and then I realized my parents were going to be grandparents. Heck, it made me feel awfully old.
I guess I felt specially excited because my sister and I were always very close and because I’d been nagging her about having a kid for ages - although she’s still a couple months shy of her 25th birthday. We both knew we couldn’t rely on my bro’, he’s too absorbed in American Poetry to even consider having a baby… And well, I’m not even done studying nor am I girlfriended so that left out one option : my sister would have to do it herself.
The news came early in April, a couple weeks - or was it days - before she was to drop in on me in Portugal along with Stéphane, her boyfriend. It used to be a joke, a rhetorical question, you know.
She’d go Guess what’s new ? I’d reply You pregnant ? And of course the no usually followed. But not this time, not this lucky one time…
Little nephew/niece I guess this blog is for you, so you know what we were up to when you were wallowing around in the warmth and comfort of your mom’s womb. And since my sister said she wouldn’t tell me whether you’re gonna be a Playmobil addict or a Barbie freak, I won’t be able to prepile up toys. Just so you know who to complain to…
You haven’t even got one foot into this world, let alone a hair on your head, that you’ve just litteraly popped up in the eworld. Enjoy !
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