My morning began with cautious optimism. True, I tossed and turned for the better part of the night, debating blog ideas in my head. The alarm went off and I snoozed it only twice. I made my coffee and was enjoying it until…
The cup’s handle broke, the whole thing fell on the counter and smashed, and coffee flew like fireworks across my keyboard and sweater. It was almost as disastrous as The Arabica Incident.
But not quite.
The handle of the cup had been previously glued and I’m just grateful the breakage happened to me and not to one of my cake salon guests. THAT would have been disastrous.
It was a distraction and here I sit composing my thoughts on “La Semaine de la Francophonie.” (The week of the French-speaking world.) The Franco Center in Lewiston is sponsoring several events, in conjunction with the International Organization of the Francophonie’s (OIF) International Day of the Francophonie on March 20, 2015.
There will also be an event on Wednesday, March 18, 2015 at the State Capitol in Augusta.
Here in Northern New England, Franco Americans are the largest ethnic group represented. As of 2010, we make up 24% of the Maine population.
Sometimes, it is difficult to explain my passion and desire to speak the French language. It is all wrapped up with memory, comfort, faith, and fear. I’m sure there is some complex neuro-linguistic explanation, but my friend Samantha Van Hopper may have said it best when she wrote “You, my dear, cannot separate it from who you are. It is your identity.”
She may be right. I only wish it hadn’t taken 50 years to figure it out.