Voyez vous elle pensait mon frère a Antibes, et mon cousin au repas de famille de sa petite-amie. Elle esperait donc juste voir ma cousine, mon père et ma tante...
Via un jeu de rébus ma tante l'a amenée chez mon Papa. Moi j'étais bien cachée dans le fourgon emmitouflée dans une doudoune. J'avais un super plan, j'allais l'appeler en lui faisant croire que j'étais aux USA, lui demander ce qu'elle mangeait et lui dire "ca a l'air bon, j'arrive". C'etait sans compter sur les émotions.
Voyez vous, je n'étais pas la seule surprise. Il y avait de la famille qui était la, mais surtout les "frères de guerre" de Mamie. C'est une histoire que je vous raconterais, mais pour faire simple ce sont les enfants de la famille qui l'a accueillie durant la guerre quand les enfants avaient été évacués de Toulouse et ils ont gardé des liens trés fort.
Du coup quand je l'ai appellée elle n'écoutait déja qu'a moitié et m'a juste demandé si j'étais à la maison ce soir la pour qu'elle me rappelle. J'ai dis oui, sans préciser quelle maison...
Deux minutes après je sonnais à la porte. Elle m'a prise dans ses bras puis est vite repartie papoter. On a tous compris que c'étais beaucoup a prendre d'un seul coup et on l'a laissé profiter de la fête en sachant qu'elle plannait sur son petit nuage et qu'elle realiserait les details plus tard. Tout comme il lui aura fallut voir la vidéo de notre mariage vingt fois avant de réaliser que j'avais parlé en francais durant la cérémonie alors qu'elle était juste devant moi.
Ce qui importe c'est que ce fut une belle fête. Elle a peu mangée, bien trop occupée (comme a son habitude) a papoter avec tout le monde autour de la table.
If I went to France it was first and formost to surprise my Mamie on her 80th birthday. We all got together at my Dad's, my grandmother having no idea that a party was organized in her honnor, even less who would be there.
You see she thought my brother was in Antibes, my cousin at his girlfriend's family dinner. So she only hoped to see my other cousin, my dad and my aunt...
Via a rebus game my aunt lead her to my Dad's. As for me I was hidding in my dad's car, wrapped in a warm coat. I had this great plan where I was going to call and pretend I was in the US, ask her what she was eating and say "it sounds good, I'm coming." That was without counting on emotions.
You see I was not the only surprise. There was a lot of family here, but the also her "war brothers". It's a story I will have to share but to make it quick it's the children of the family who welcomed her during the war when children were evacuated from Toulouse, and they kept really strong ties since.
So when I called she was already only half listening and asking me if I would be home that night so she could call me back. I said yes without telling which house that would be...
Two minutes later I was ringing at the door. She took me in her arms and then quickly went back chatting with people. We all understood that this was a lot to take at once and let her enjoy the party knowing that she was on her little cloud and would realize things later. Just like it took her twenty viewing or so of our wedding video to realized that I did my vows in French even though she was here that day.
What matters is that it was a beautiful celebration. She ate little, far too busy chatting (as usual) with everyone around the table.
Well it did not stop me from eating, especially the sautéed foie gras with apples. I took second servings, it is indeed a rare treat on my side of the Atlantic.
Salmon with dill sauce.
Gazpacho as an amuse-bouche.
Roast beef, cepes, shredded carrots and beets, green beans, sweet potatoes gratin. Impossible to finish my plate. I have this (justified) feeling that all I did was eat during my first three days in France.
A plate of cheese that I truly enjoyed. I think I ate as much cheese in a week that I would normally eat in 2-3 months. So what? I can't find those here!
And of course dessert. There we had no choice, what Mamie loves are pastry puffs filled with pastry cream of whipped cream. The cousins got together to light up the 80(?)candles.
As the good grand-children that we are, we let her check that her blowing abilities are still as good. Yes Mamie you can still talk non stop. My little brother did however offer her to bring thje hair dryer if needed.
Of course there was a large bowl of whipped cream just for my Mamie. But this also mean a family tradition, the chantilly food fight. I think I only escaped thanks to my camera, however 80 years old or not my grandmother got her chantilly face mask, and she was not alone.
A beautiful day with my family, full of emotions and sharing. I keep in mind that moment when my great-aunt turned toward me after a game of "guess who?" and dissolved in a puddle of tears. And even if she didn't ask me directly my Mamie still wondered when Hubby was going to get Hubby out of his hiding spot.