Memere is the Canadian French word for grandmother. My Memere was from Quebec but moved to the U.S. in the early 1900's when she married our grandfather. We were not allowed to speak English in our Massachusetts home until I was about 16, so French was my first language. I spoke only French until I was 4 years old, at which time my 5-year-old sister started to teach me the English words she learned in kindergarten.
My old life in New England is on my mind today...twenty-three years ago last month my Memere passed away after a long, good life, and three years later, 20 years ago today, my mother passed away suddenly. I am remembering the two matriarchs of our family who are dearly missed.
Memere's curtains came to me last week from my sister. She knew I loved them and would find some way to use them, although they are well worn. They symbolize my Memere; sweet, soft and lovely. Here's to our matriarchs!
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Such a sweet story and the curtains are so pretty and a treasure to have...I have so many things from my "matriarchs" and embrace each one because of where they came from.
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