My father met my mother in Belgium in 1947, she being a Belgian
national, while he was still in the Air Force. They married there in
1951 and settled to live over here in England, where my father could
get work refitting in the Aircraft industry. The common language
between the 2 became English as a necessity (living here) and neither
learned each others language. When I was born, the language at home
was English and there weren't any relatives or friends near or
regularly to visit for it to be any other way.
They did try to teach me both Polish and Flemish, but for some
reason, I just didn't' and I do regret missing a golden opportunity.
My father didn't see it that Polish was going to be so useful for me
to have and his reason for such was that it wasn't seen as a leading
world language in the 1960's, and he didn't have any relatives left
alive anywhere never mind in Poland, and just perhaps he wanted to
forget all that he had been through. I really do understand that
But if I could have my time over again..............how many of us
say that on a daily basis for all sorts of things in life. This is
one of my true regrets, but I will try to learn some somehow. That's
my mid-life aim!!!
My respectful regards,