Members of the Brida Community recount their childhood memories.
Bernard My sister, brother and I were raised by my grandparents because my father died when he was a young man. My mother had to go to work in the kitchen of the middle school in Wissembourg. I had to help my grandfather in the fields to find food for the cows and the horses….
When I was 5, one afternoon during the summer holidays, I was standing on a small wooden chair on the balcony in front of the kitchen of my family’s apartment. Leaning on the balcony, I looked at my brother Patrick, who was playing in the garden, in the sandbox. Suddenly, he asked me: “Michèle, please,…
When it is December, it is traditional to bake bredele during the advent season. Advent are the four weeks before Christmas. Where we live, it gets very cold. When I was a child, I saw my mother bake bredele, then we baked together with my family and now, I bake for myself and my friends…
Not having a car or a television or even a radio and living in a mansard in the centre of Rennes in the 1960s, at a time when playing fields were not the priority of elected officials, weekends and holidays were often synonymous with boredom … that’s probably why I liked school so much. Apart…
I have a great memory from my childhood. I think back to simple moments, without stress, without the internet, without a mobile phone… There was more sincerity, mutual help, simple joys and pleasures. We did a lot of outdoor activities like playing football, catch tadpoles in ditches, play doctor with the girlfriends… The only goal…