The Ex-Ex let me keep the Christmas tree up until today. After my morning walk with the BFF, we packed up all the little ornaments and took down the tree. Pine needles were every where, of course, so I got out the vacuum cleaner and got to work. I found myself vacuuming more than just the remnants of the tree and even cleaning out a magazine rack we have in the kitchen. In the middle of old Durham Academy Records, Our States, Nebraska Lifes, and assorted maps, I found the Christmas card pictured above. It is dated December 19, 2000. It was sent to me by my high school French teacher, Mme Christiane Roze Buchanan.
|1976 Harris High School yearbook|
Mme Buchanan and I kept in touch over the years. I did not go to her retirement party. I regret that. I was proud to tell her how well my students did every year on the National French Exam. I told her about my student trips. I will always regret that I did not go back to really talk to her and find out more about her life in France during WWII. She came to the mountains of North Carolina as a war bride and became our French teacher. Every time I visit Notre Dame cathedral in Paris I light a candle for her. It has always seemed the right thing to do. To offer up a prayer of thanks for her and ask God to take good care of her.
In November 2008, the Ex-Ex came to Paris for his first visit while I was on sabbatical. We visited Notre Dame, of course, and I lit my usual candle. The next day, my sister Moo called me. I knew the news couldn't be good for her to call me in France. Mme Buchanan had passed away. On the very day that we were in Notre Dame Cathedral.
Yes, I believe in guardian angels. I hope that I have not disappointed mine and that she will continue to look after me.
Bon appétit, Mme Buchanan and all guardian angels!