FRANCE

A faded image, vivid memories of 1954.
Life was so simple. Me and "mon Papa" bringing home our daily bread. We knew Mama would have supper ready for us. I was hoping for her special bouillabaisse.
Accompanying Papa on a bicycle ride was a rare privilege. Looking back I checked if our bread was well secured. I saw grandmama waving, her black dress visible from afar.
I remember Mama's cheery smile. She was a wonderful cook, heavenly aromas embraced us when we arrived home.
Running inside, I surprised Mama, "Imagine, grandmama promised me my own bicycle when I am eleven."
Copyright 2008 Rose H.


Comments: 24
I forgot all about the title and the tags and groups - I edited for the title and tags..
love your story!
I think they had vegetable soup, mais ca ne fait rien!
I was thinking about red country wine and cheese....
Thanks guys, glad you like my story, it just seemed right to spin a happy family story. I've been doing a lot of blood and guts and thoughtful stuff. It was a relief to speak of contentment and remembering happier times.
I'll bet he'd have loved Tomato soup, if Reena had just allowed him to...
Thanks for the beautiful slice of life!