Relearning the French Language: Mom Would Be Proud

French-Canadian Flag, French language, I have been immersed in the French language lately. For our upcoming trip to France, I am listening to Piimsleur French 2 language CDs. I drive down the highway responding to questions in French and listening to the answers to see if I got it right. It’s probably a good thing that other drivers can’t hear me asking them if they want to have a glass of wine.

This will be my third trip to France and I like to make myself understood and to understand others. While there is no need to speak French on a Viking River Cruise, it does come in handy on shore. The Viking crews are all fluent in English, regardless of which country they come from. When on land, however, it helps to know the French language when purchasing something in a shop, ordering a drink, or asking for directions.

Bienvenue a la Tour

My other French experience has come from giving ghost tours for Haunted Boston. This spring I have led several tours for children on field trips from Francophone schools in Canada’s Quebec Province. Some of the school kids have excellent English; others, not so much. Either way, I give the introduction to the tour in French. It makes them feel welcome and puts them at ease. Each time I do this, I translate a few more sentences and include them in the intro, which expands my grasp.

The first time I tried introducing the tour in French, I felt nervous and tried not to mess it up. The one thing you don’t want is for a group of schoolchildren to laugh at you. (Actually, kids from Canada are much too polite to laugh at their tour guide.) Nevertheless, I checked with one of their teachers who reassured me that my French was “very good.” She seemed a little surprised. Me, too.

Growing Up with the French Language

Now, the odd thing about this is that I grew up in a French-speaking culture. When I was a kid, the Fall River-Somerset area on the South Coast of Massachusetts had three predominant cultures: Irish, Azorean Portuguese, and French Canadian. We all played together but went to different churches. Some kinds attended public school but my siblings and I went to St. Louis de France in Swansea, MA, for grades one through six. The Sisters of St. Joseph taught us in full habits and three languages.

Somerset, Fall River, Taunton River, South Coast, Massachusetts Division of Travel and Tourism

South Coast of Massachusetts

We learned to say our prayers in French and some in Latin. I sang French and Latin songs in the choir. I could make my confession in French and we studied French in class.

The nuns tried to make us use the French language version of the “Baltimore Catechism” but we rebelled and got the English version instead. Still, we learned vocabulary, conjugated French verbs, and translated French reading texts. With all that, you would think that it would have stuck.

A Lack of Dialogue

Mais, voici le chose (Here’s the thing): No one ever spoke it to us or engaged us in a French dialogue. Our parents spoke French when they didn’t understand what they wanted us to say. Gossip, medical situations, adult conversations and the decision whether to go out for ice cream were all done in French. Les enfants were not involved. Aside from learning the French word for ice cream (crème glacée), I tuned out.

After one mostly irrelevant French course in high school, I never had use for French again. I do have a good accent, though. You can’t be surrounded by a language without picking that up.

When I went to France for the first time, on a business trip for Prime Computer, I remembered almost nothing. On a cold, rainy March night, though, I commented to the Maitre d’Hotel at a Parisian restaurant that it was a night for ducks, or maybe for dogs.  Clearly, he understood because he was still chattering about les canards and les chiens when we reached our table and he was speaking much too fast for me to keep up.

Exploring Bordeaux Rivers and Wine

Then, in 2015 my husband and I took our first Viking River Cruise to the Bordeaux region of France with a few days in Paris afterward. I wanted to do better than the last time, so I studied, listening to a variety of French language CDs and figuring out what I would need to say. It worked!

The Louvre Museum Paris

The Louvre Museum

I asked questions and got answers I could understand. Shopkeepers and a cab driver understood me. When I used my still-rudimentary French to ask our tour guide what a word meant in English, she explained—and then asked me how I came to speak French. I was thrilled.

So, now I’m back at it, listening in the car and talking back to the CD, translating more of what I want to say to the kids and practicing my intro.

Somewhere, Mom is Laughing

Somewhere up there, my mother is laughing.  Mom sat with all of us as we did our French homework, patiently explaining sentence structure and verb usage, trying to get us to understand and translate accurately. She not only spoke French fluently, she won awards for her language skills. I inherited two large, beautiful volumes of French stories that she won in French competitions.

French books, French language, French prizes, language competitionMom never understood why we couldn’t learn French by studying it instead of speaking it. But it would have been so much easier had she only used French when asking us to set the table, wash the dishes, hang out the laundry, come in to dinner or go to bed. Then we could have gotten used to French’s Yoda-like word order and the convoluted verb structures—my particular bête noir.

Better late than never, I guess. I know Mom will be watching when I use my French on this trip. I’ll let you know how it goes.


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About Aline Kaplan

Aline Kaplan is a published author, a blogger, and a tour guide in Boston. She formerly had a career as a high-tech marketing and communications director. Aline writes and edits The Next Phase Blog, a social commentary blog that appears multiple times a week at She has published over 1,000 posts on a variety of subjects, from Boston history to science fiction movies, astronomical events to art museums. Under the name Aline Boucher Kaplan, she has had two science fiction novels (Khyren and World Spirits) published by Baen Books. Her short stories have appeared in anthologies published in the United States, Ireland, and Australia. Aline’s articles have also appeared on the Atlas Obscura website. She has been an active member of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America since 1988 and is a long-term member of the Spacecrafts science/fantasy writers’ group. As a tour guide, Aline leads architectural and historical walking tours of the city for Boston By Foot, ghost tours for Haunted Boston and historical bus tours of the city. She lectures on Boston history and has appeared in the Boston Globe, as well as on TV for Chronicle, an award-winning television program that broadcasts stories of New England. As a lecturer, Aline has spoken at Brandeis and Tufts universities for the Osher Lifelong Learning Institute. She has also addressed as service organizations and local meetings. She is a graduate of Northeastern University in Boston and lives in Hudson, MA.

6 thoughts on “Relearning the French Language: Mom Would Be Proud

  1. Aline, I thoroughly enjoyed your blog. You took me down memory lane with you when you spoke of our days at St. Louis de France school. My mother also spoke fluent French, but my dad spoke fluent Portuguese. Neither language was spoken to the children. Alas, I too, can read French with pretty good pronunciation but cannot converse. I admire your determination to finally learn to speak it. Have a great time on your Viking Cruise. I hope you can make it to the 55th reunion.

    Your fellow St. Louis and SHS classmate,
    Jean Souza

    • Jean: I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m going to try to be at the reunion. I have put it in my schedule and will arrange my schedule but it’s just too far out for me to know for sure. I hope to see you there.

  2. when did you go to st louis de france? i moved from new bedford and went to st anthony’s and went to st louis in 1959/1960 6th grade

  3. It was so refreshing to read your story and how your life’s journey has taken you back to the beautiful French language.
    I grew up in Somerset,Ma with an Irish father and a French and Irish mother.My maternal grandmother Blanche Laura Pouiloit Powers was 100 percent French.
    I never got to know her as she died right after I was born. But she was fluent in French and had a love for all things French which she taught my mother, Ruth.
    I was put into Sacred Heart Academy for High School and studied under Sister Champlain.for French class and homeroom.Anything we had to ask, all our prayers, every word was in French.
    I loved it.But the school shut down andI was transferred to Bishop Gerrard High School to spend 3 years staying after school every day along with my other classmates to unlearn the Quebecois taught by sister and relearn Parisian French.
    6 years later I married my husband who is half French and met my father in law who spoke it freely.
    Thank you for reminding me of chats with my mom and listening to my father in law and his brothers speak with their accents.They are all gone now and still wishing I had a great recipe for Gorton or Creton and Tourtierre!
    Many thanks,
    Mary Jane Blanchette

    • Thank you for commenting, Mary Jane. I really enjoyed learning about your background. My mother never made Gorton or Creton because she thought it was bad for my father’s heart and I was never sure how to even spell it. She made Tourtiere pretty regularly, though. I always enjoyed it but have never made it because my husband is Jewish and doesn’t like to eat pork. Why are there no French Canadian restaurants in New England where you can get these things?

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