The Leprechaun Man (see previous post) was part of a large contingent of Canadians in the campground, all waiting for the weather gods to bestow them safe passage to their home lands. His campsite soon became the gathering place for them all.
One afternoon, I stepped outside and heard a rousing French rendition of Alouette. It took me back to my childhood as I remembered my Mom singing this little song and teaching it to my sisters and me. I was so very impressed that my Mom could speak French that I never thought to ask just what it was we were singing. As soon as I mentioned this to Sandy, she reached for her computer and made a quick google search.
Never would I have suspected that the whole song with its many verses, was all about plucking a bird, a Lark to be exact. It's comparable to the 12 Days of Christmas as it builds from verse to verse until the whole bird is plucked. Seems a gruesome way to teach kids the parts of the body. It doesn't take away from my memory though.
In memory of my Mom on this Mother's Day weekend.
