|A Trigano trailer-tent|
She isn't actually the one doing the creating or writing because regular readers of this blog will remember that her house is something of an internet-free zone. No, it's a project for my eldest, to get him to practice typing. They don't teach children to type in French schools, despite it being one of the most useful skills to have in the modern age. I think they expect kids to acquire typing as a skill by osmosis.
Anyway, my mother sent me, at my request, some of her travel diaries written during family holidays dating back to the 1960s. My eldest is supposed to be writing them up into the blog and at the same time practising using all his fingers to type.
Naturally, he was wildly unenthusiastic about this task initially until I told him it would please his grandmother greatly, be very good for him, and he would earn €10 a month out of it. It was the final argument that won him over in the end...
So I've set it up and he has to write a day of diary per week to start with. The entries are quite long, and his typing is very slow, so one has to be reasonable. As it picks up, I hope he can up the rhythm.
The first one starts with a camping trip to Holland in 1968. I think my parents were boycotting France at that time because of an ungrateful de Gaulle being in charge. They didn't have the trailer tent at that time, but an ordinary blue one that took some strength and determination to put up and take down.
I remember my mother telling me that they bought it because they went to a camping fair and decided it would be the only way they could afford to travel abroad on holiday with us kids. My mother was the real instigator of all this, I think my dad would have been happy with annual trips to Blackpool to stay with his parents, or at most, a week in a b&b in Devon.
Once the idea was planted in his head though, he became all enthusiastic and bossy and took over. Taking over however, did not equate with organisation, so the diaries are full of his forgetfulness and my mother having to adapt to unforeseen situations.
I hope my eldest does a good job because these diaries are very entertaining. I've certainly enjoyed reading through my escapades in Holland, and my younger brother's penchant for wine (aged 1)!
It sounds great - I look forward to reading the entries. "Taking over didn't equate with organisation" brought a wry, tired smile to my face.ReplyDelete
PG - yes, I had one like that too... It's one of the things I don't miss!ReplyDelete
Like Puebl girl, I relate to the 'taking over did not equate with organisation'...but mine's more of a grimace than a wry smile...ReplyDelete
Looking forward to reading it.
You'll know he's sophisticated about blogging when he puts up a 'donate' widget.
Haha! I'll see how long it takes him to discover that one!ReplyDelete