Interesting article — my stepmom has dementia and she has been speaking in polish quite a bit lately as her dementia progresses. . Her children didn’t ever know she knew how to speak polish. Your article made this tidbit make more sense to me
I began French lessons in 5th grade (a pilot program) and continued through my junior year of high school. In fact, the plan was for me to be an exchange student to France 🇫🇷!
My mom was a closet Francophile and did my homework with me to renew (and grow) her French language skills. Seriously, my high school French teacher was a guest at my wedding!
I spent the last year of her life doing home hospice with her. Several times as she was coming out of anesthesia or at the end a morphine fog, she'd just start speaking French to me!
It was strange and unexpected 😲.
But it was a neat way to connect on a very personal level with her. 🤎🤎🤎
We are a bilingual couple (me a Chicagoan, him a Dane).
We've lived a total of 34 years in the US 🇺🇸 with 11 years in Denmark 🇩🇰 sandwiched in the middle. While we're both fluent in each other's language, we've spoken "Danglish" for years - or we progress seamlessly between the two without thought. Quite confusing to visiting friends when the convo switches mid-sentence!
Our only option, one day, will be to check ourselves into the Danish Home of Chicago where the caregivers speak both languages! 😁
Interesting article — my stepmom has dementia and she has been speaking in polish quite a bit lately as her dementia progresses. . Her children didn’t ever know she knew how to speak polish. Your article made this tidbit make more sense to me
This is apparently a thing!
Another fun note:
I began French lessons in 5th grade (a pilot program) and continued through my junior year of high school. In fact, the plan was for me to be an exchange student to France 🇫🇷!
My mom was a closet Francophile and did my homework with me to renew (and grow) her French language skills. Seriously, my high school French teacher was a guest at my wedding!
I spent the last year of her life doing home hospice with her. Several times as she was coming out of anesthesia or at the end a morphine fog, she'd just start speaking French to me!
It was strange and unexpected 😲.
But it was a neat way to connect on a very personal level with her. 🤎🤎🤎
So you’re tri-lingual?
We are a bilingual couple (me a Chicagoan, him a Dane).
We've lived a total of 34 years in the US 🇺🇸 with 11 years in Denmark 🇩🇰 sandwiched in the middle. While we're both fluent in each other's language, we've spoken "Danglish" for years - or we progress seamlessly between the two without thought. Quite confusing to visiting friends when the convo switches mid-sentence!
Our only option, one day, will be to check ourselves into the Danish Home of Chicago where the caregivers speak both languages! 😁
I’ll come visit!