This blog is a project for my son. Lucky lad…
I decided that he needed to learn to type, but in France where we live, children are not taught to type at school. This seems strangely remiss because typing is one of the most useful skills to have in this computer-centred day and age.
I downloaded a typing software so he could learn where to put his fingers, but after that, it’s a matter of practice. How to get him to practice though? He doesn’t like writing anything outside homework; I know that because when he was excessively bored one day, I told him to create a blog called ‘J’ai treize ans et je m’ennui’ (I’m 13 and I’m bored) to chronicle his attempts at finding something to do. He never got past the first post.
Then I remembered my mother. She has quite a stock of travel diaries that she wrote during family holidays dating back to the 1960s. We all had to write a diary at that time, and she set the example – she did one too. It didn’t make it any better for us having to do one, example or no example, we always considered it a daily chore. Anyway, reading her diaries today, they are highly entertaining, not least for the light it throws on my disorganised dad.
So, Laurent’s project is to write up the diaries using all his fingers, and this will improve his typing and get him up to a good speed which will serve him well throughout his life, and one day he may thank me for it but I’m not counting on it.
My mother’s entertaining writing will be available online for whomever would like to read it and she’s jolly happy that her grandson has agreed to this project. As a full-time carer for my by now dotty Alzheimer-struck dad, her days are not always terribly amusing, so I’m pleased to be able to bring her humour and story-telling to a wider audience.
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