May 26, 2015

The Life Box (Part 19)

It's been a while since I did a "Life Box" post.


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Suburban Chicago, 1963. Here's a memento from my Grandmother's French-language lessons.

(We used to sing "Frère Baci" to that lullaby melody when Baci was a puppy.)

1 comment:

edutcher said...

My sister's boy (and The Blonde, for that matter) usually preferred their own lyrics.

To do it in another language is a real accomplishment.