The Story of My Life so Far - Part 103 - Summer 1994: Settling in Richmond, British Columbia

This is the story of my life so far: 68 years and counting.
Prequel: A Brief History of my Family in France

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When my four children and myself, we arrived in British Columbia on July 5^th 1994, we went to an hotel for three weeks in Richmond. While the children, Roseline, Betty, Syrille and Gaëlle stayed at the hotel and tried to learn English, I was going to work with a car then Hughes Aircraft of Canada had rented for me.

During my last stay there in April-May, I had ordered a new car and found a house to rent. However, there was no reason to move to the house before the arrival of our furniture.

The car I had bought and that I got in the middle of July was a dark green Plymouth Voyager LE, a minivan manufactured by Chrysler.

Plymouth Voyager
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I had chosen to buy a seven seat minivan because I thought that I would drive my children and some of their friends in it, and I was right about this guess.

The house I had rented was only 10 minute away from where I was working, at 9795 Berry Road in Richmond.

9795 Berry Road, Richmond, BC, today
source: Google Street View

I had spent several years commuting for 1.5 hours or more every morning and evening, and I was fed up with this. So, even if Richmond is not the most dynamic and the most interesting city in the Lower Mainland (the region surrounding and including Vancouver), living there meant a short commute. In fact, after 24 years, my two eldest daughters are still living in Richmond.

Our furniture arrived at the end of July, so we moved in the house. After 3 weeks, we were happy of leaving the hotel.

The landlady owned two houses and was living in the one next door. In my memory, she was from Grenada, but in fact she was from Trinidad. She had two sons and was divorced from her husband, whose real name was Mohamed Ali.

During the week, while I was working, the children tried to improve their English. When we arrived, Roseline has only a little school English, while the three others knew no English at all. It took them only a few months to learn enough English to hold a conversation.

In August, one evening, I told two things to my children:

• In two years, you will speak a better English than mine, so I forbid you to make fun of my French accent.

• I will speak French to your children when you will have some.

They did not make fun of my accent, but in 2000, they told me that they thought I was "cultivating" my French accent. I assured them that it was not the case.

And I am speaking French to my three grandchildren that are living in British Columbia. Most of the time they reply to me in English, but if I asked them to reply in French, they are able to do it.

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In September, the children were to start going to school, and that is when we had our first problem.

Continue to Part 104

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