How to say "crutches" in French...
Wednesday, September 26, 2018
Announcing one more meetup in Denver! Hope to see some of you on October 4th, from 5-7 pm at the Alliance Française.
une béquille (beh-kee)
: crutch, stand; kickstand (bike)
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Elle marche avec des béquilles. She walks with crutches.
mettre une moto, un vélo sur sa béquille = to put a motorbike or bike on its stand.
se déplacer avec des béquilles = to get around on crutches
A DAY IN A FRENCH LIFE
by Kristin Espinasse
I was staring up at a flower seed display with packet after packet of possibilities when I heard a tap tap tap coming up from behind me. Turning, I saw a woman on crutches who was now looking up at the same rack of flower packets.
"Bonjour," I smiled, quickly turning back around. A moment passed before I thought to scoot over so that the newcomer could see the entire display.
"Ne bougez pas. Vous ne me gênez pas du tout," she assured me. Her hair, gathered up in a large twist, was the color of Mexican poppies ...or maybe honey-colored nasturtiums? ...the ones I was debating whether or not to buy. I liked the idea they were edible plus pretty to look at. I had recently bought a pack of blue starflowers, or bourrache, for that very reason. Come to think of it I had recently bought quite a few packets of flowers, so maybe I'd better head off now, and meet-up with Jean-Marc, who was two aisles over, in the "automatic watering systems" section of the store.
But before leaving I felt the urge to say something to the middle-aged lady with the béquilles. During the handful of minutes that we had stood staring up at the flower seed présentoir, I sensed her endearing presence. We had only exchanged a brief greeting and that is when I saw what my dear aunt Charmly would refer to as stardust. It's that heavenly sweetness that emanates from a kindred spirit.
"Wouldn't it be lovely to have them all!" I said to the stranger, betting on the possibility that she, too, was overwhelmed by what the French call l'embarass de choix. There were so many flowers to choose from. I went to put back the seed packet I had been holding when the lady with crutches responded to me.
"Which one is that?" she asked.
"Oh... cosmos," I offered.
"Cosmos?" She had never heard of the flower before.
"Ah," I said, smiling. "They grow this high..." I motioned with my hands," and are covered with fuchsia flowers. (I was thinking of the cosmos that my mom had so loved, back at our farm in Sainte Cécile-les-Vignes. The thought of Mom fawning over those flowers threw me back in time.)
Perhaps emotion had cast a fragile shadow over me, for next the stranger offered an affectionate compliment.
"Hold on," the woman said, as I returned the seeds to the display. "I will plant them and they will remind me of you."
It was such an intimate and generous thought that it caught me completely off-guard. I thanked the woman with the Mexican poppy-colored hair and quickly hurried off.
It was a strange reaction and, even as I was walking away, I wanted to turn back... to say something back to her just as nice! But what?
Two rows over, in the watering section of the store, I stood there debating. I should go back and get the seeds that she had been looking at (morning glories, I think they were...) and tell her I'll plant them and think of her, too! But as the seconds turned to minutes I convinced myself that the window of opportunity had passed. At this point it would be too awkward to return.
Hélas this touching encounter will be filed under Missed Opportunities. Meantime somewhere in France dozens of cosmos will bloom this summer. I see the woman with the Mexican poppy color hair hobbling up to admire them. She's finished with her crutches by now, and a part of her is even jogging down memory lane.
FRENCH VOCABULARY
le présentoir = display rack
ne bougez pas vous ne me gênez pas du tout = don't move. You're not bothering me a bit
le bourrache = borage
les béquilles (f) = crutches
hélas = alas
un embarras = a difficulty (more here)
l'embarras de (or du) choix = embarrassing variety of choice, multiple possibilites
Au présentoir des fleurs je suis resté bête devant l'embarras de choix.
At the flower display I was stumped before all the choices.
avoir l'embarras du choix = to have too many solutions
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I enjoyed your post. It reminded me that without much effort we can still make the world a slightly better place. We can be kind and thoughtful and generous-spirited. You are all of these Kristi and I'm grateful.
Posted by: Margaret | Wednesday, September 26, 2018 at 12:58 PM
I often have these moments and haven't had a name for them up until now - stardust. I like it.
Posted by: Catherine Berry (But you are in France, Madame) | Wednesday, September 26, 2018 at 01:23 PM
Hi Kristi,
Loved your story today! You will always remember that sweet woman too every time you look at Cosmos! They are some of my favorite flowers and the pollinators love them too!
Posted by: Eileen deCamp | Wednesday, September 26, 2018 at 02:17 PM
I've actually published some research related to avoir l'embarras du choix. Many of the strategies we have for choosing break down when there are too many choices. Some companies have actually figured this out and now offer fewer choices and both they and we are happier.
Posted by: gary | Wednesday, September 26, 2018 at 03:09 PM
What a lovely comment, Margaret, and so true...and one I suggest applies to you as well. :-)
Posted by: Patricia Sands | Wednesday, September 26, 2018 at 03:15 PM
What a lovely story to start my day. Merci! Now I am off to buy seeds for my garden and cosmos will definitely be on the list. And stardust moments happen - just did not have that name for them - it is perfect.
Posted by: Nancy | Wednesday, September 26, 2018 at 03:38 PM
My wife, Maxine, has these moments all the time. We call them "Max's Magical Moments"
Posted by: Steve Tomashefsky | Wednesday, September 26, 2018 at 03:45 PM
So very sorry to miss your Francaise event; I have knee replacement surgery scheduled in fantastically Autumnal Vail for 2 October. Then I'll be using, helas, les bequilles, etc. So delighted to meet you, sister and JP @ wine shoppe.
Posted by: pat freeburg | Wednesday, September 26, 2018 at 03:57 PM
I wish you were coming to the Alliance Francaise in Berkeley, Ca-darn!
Posted by: Dave Kapsiak | Wednesday, September 26, 2018 at 04:04 PM
What an enchanting moment!! And it will remain in your memory, and in ours as well. Your instincts were right on - better not to artificially go back, as that would have been too forced. Indeed as two kindred souls hers recognized yours and knew your response. More was unnecessary.
Cosmos introduced themselves to me by volunteering in my new garden when we bought this house in fall 2001. They along with the California poppies ceased to reseed about the same time, so this year I planted each of them. Your photo earlier and this endearing story have warmed my heart. I too will now have a sweet borrowed memory to treasure when I see them.
Posted by: Carolyn Chase | Wednesday, September 26, 2018 at 04:29 PM
I will be coming and bringing friends....and a long awaited donation, finally, in person. US$
Posted by: Nyla Witmore | Wednesday, September 26, 2018 at 04:49 PM
I love the stardust word. May I use it too? It is perfect! Thanks.
Posted by: Valerie Porter | Wednesday, September 26, 2018 at 05:10 PM
Our dear Kristi,
Today's post is so lovely!And so are you!
And what first comes to my mind is:perhaps the stars shine brighter when we are entertaining angels unaware?
Love
Natalia. Xo
Posted by: natalia | Wednesday, September 26, 2018 at 05:21 PM
Bonjour Kristi, You have a loving and wise spirit. It is noble to be kind to strangers, especially toward the stranger who is disadvantaged, marginalized, or vulnerable. It is wise to reserve intimacy for family and friends. This is spiritual maturity.
Posted by: Joanne | Wednesday, September 26, 2018 at 06:41 PM
Wow! It was a very beautiful account. These little moments of kindness and compassion, even from strangers, makes our lives and this world more beautiful and graceful. And such incidents remain in the memories forever..
Posted by: Anurag | Wednesday, September 26, 2018 at 08:26 PM
That, too, is lovely - and how beautiful that you can share them together.
Posted by: Catherine Berry (But you are in France, Madame) | Thursday, September 27, 2018 at 12:17 AM
Ah, Stardust - I love this description of these wonderfully intimate moments between “strangers” (hard to name them “strangers” as as at that stardust moment one is sprinkled with love that can feel so very intimate and just warms up the heart so beautifully). Moments never forgotten!!
Posted by: Judi | Thursday, September 27, 2018 at 01:00 AM
Kristi, as usual, you have added so much to my day, my happiness. I am smiling, still, thinking of many times and stories you have contributed to my life. All beautiful in one way or another. Stardust is an appropriate definition of these chance, or maybe not, encounters that give us cold chills and make us wonder if that was our guardian angel. Had to be something really important because of the impression it left or lesson it taught. Someone told me sometime ago that there are no consequences. And what a blessing those meetings always are. Thank you for the stardust that with your writings you sprinkle on all of us. I’m always better having checked in with you. Hugs and prayers for safe travels. Glad you are staying awhile.
Posted by: Jacqueline Pope | Thursday, September 27, 2018 at 01:35 AM
Gary, yes, we can often have too many choices. I, for one, don't need 100 cable channels, for example. I do wish cars came in a few more colors.
Now when I think of, or plant, cosmos, I will remember the "stardust" moment, too.
Kristin, the poster for your Denver visit says October 4, 2017. Shouldn't it be 2018? Hope the event goes well.
Posted by: Marianne Rankin | Thursday, September 27, 2018 at 05:25 AM
Such a beautiful story, Kristi! I have missed many similar opportunities and have left myself many a mental note to not be afraid to be kind to strangers. Thank you for that reminder.
Posted by: Katia | Thursday, September 27, 2018 at 06:30 AM
Very sweet story, Kristi, you always show your good heart in these. I planted nasturtiums in my vegetable garden for the same reason, because they are edible, and although they aren't naturals for a bouquet, they are still blooming in the cooler air and a very small vase of them is on my windowsill, so I will think you you when I see them also. Let us know if you ever come to Chicago, we have an Alliance Francaise and an interest in wine also!
Posted by: Deborah | Thursday, September 27, 2018 at 05:51 PM
Comme j'aime les fleurs et mon jardin. Merci Beaucoup Kristi pour tous vos histoires!
Posted by: Jan Hersh | Friday, September 28, 2018 at 04:52 AM
Very sweet story
Posted by: Aziz | Monday, October 01, 2018 at 05:06 PM