I was in Morocco and in a bazaar with my wife as she had a new leather belt made to order. The shop keeper was using his cultural courtesy, offering us mint tea while we waited.
In Morocco they speak both Arabic and French stemming from its colonial past and I was trying to speak to him in French. He said to me in broken in english, “ I am sorry sir, I don’t understand your English so well”
Well this wasn’t something new to me.
I realized that I was a poor student of French, having a father that made fun of the french accent at every opportunity with exaggerated rolling “R’s” and feigned gutteral pronunciations. He should have known better. He could speak fluent Ukrainian and a bit of Russian too. Learning languages is a gift of communication.
Maybe it was because we lived in Kenora, in central Canada, French was rarely heard except on CBC. In those days we had two TV channels broadcast, CBC english and… CBC french, from Winnipeg where a significant number lived in St.Boniface.
I tried to learn french in school but I simply did not hear the sounds correctly. Monteau? Monton? I could not hear the difference!
I once created a room full of hysterical laughter, at my expense by saying “papier ma shier” instead of “papier mashé”. The resulting embarassment kept me from even attempting to speak french for many years.
Once on a cycling trip in the very french Saguenay region I was confronted with a French only menu and ordered “sous marin” thinking it must be seafood. We had a good laugh when the sandwich arrived.
Lately I don’t really give a dam. I am watching french TV, listenting to french music and radio, and reading cereral boxes in french. Nothing is as important as speaking to someone in their native language. I realized I have enough trouble being undertood in English but it is still worth making an effort, no matter where you go in the world.
It helps that I live in Ottawa because I have ready access to Montreal, Gatineau, and a bilingual home town. Today I can hear and speak French everywhere.
A man was sitting in a cafe in Paris and ordered a bowl of soup. When it was delivered, he noticed there was a fly in it and called over the waiter. He pointed to the fly in the soup saying,” monsieur, Le Mouch!!!”
The waiter quickly corrected him saying, “Non, mais non, La Mouche”. Since Ottawa is a government town and the ability to speak french is a strategic advantage there is considerable snootiness about the level of one’s french speaking ability. I get around this by claiming “le niveau intermediate”.
I will keep on watching "French in Action" videos on You Tube. Some say Parisean french is different than Quebecois french. In my view any french is better than no french and in any case, the French are the very thing that keeps Canada Canadian and keep Canada from becoming a 51st state











