Mommaerts Guy Elie Camille
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I would like to tell you about a project like my heart for a long time, but time ran out for me so far complete .
Let me explain, and to do that I have to tell you a little of my life so that you understand the reasons for this approach, but I'm telling you right now , this text is long enough, I hope you have the patience to read to the end.
As you all probably know , I was born in Belgium, more precisely in Brussels, but for many of you this is about all you know me.
I will say a little more, I was born in 1954 , the last of four children, my two sisters, Rosetta and Elizabeth were born in 1935 and 1936 , and my brother John Paul in 1950, one can almost say that my mother had two families, because among other things, the Second World War .
All that to say that when I was born , my two sisters were almost old enough to get married and I have been raised with my only brother .
My younger sister , Elizabeth, left Belgium in 1956 with her husband to move to Montreal , my father , like many other European of his time , dreamed of "America " , August 8, 1957 and we disembarked the ship to Quebec, I had at the time three and a half years.
I am now 58 years old and I spent most of my life in Quebec, I think rightly as my country , but still , like many immigrants , I always felt a little uprooted , I do not know really what it takes , maybe the fact that although I grew up and was educated in Quebec , I was nevertheless raised in a European environment.
In early adolescence , a time of life when friendships are the most precious , my father worked for a French company , Renault, and consequently, many of my friends were the children of his workmates French , so I for several years had French friends, and as the grass is always greener on the neighbor , I have long been yearning for my homeland , and I dreamed of France , Belgium , and the lifestyle that fascinated me.
In addition, unlike most children, I had here in Quebec for any family that my parents, my two sisters and my brother, nor uncles, aunts , cousins, or cousins, and unlike most of Quebec families I had no grandparents or great-grandparents , no deep roots.
I'm a little uncomfortable to admit , but it is only recently that I really realized that my country is not Belgium, not France, that j ' absolutely love these two countries, my country is Quebec .
Now that I 've put a little situation, I return to my project ... What I have that is closest to some form of rooting these are my memories, memories of childhood, adolescence , and mature man, these are the places where I have lived, studied , played , worked , these are businesses that have marked me , objects , people , smells , words, songs, memories.
I am very attached to my memories , I even overly melancholy , but I could not doubt me then that all these things at first sight insignificant , would one day for me so important , that is why I want to revive today possible .
I intend in the coming months , if not years to come, to go hunting for souvenirs , I would capture a picture of a more or less chronological order , all these places, times, these objects, people , comment , tell you the memories or anecdotes related to it and add to this album.
It is here that I ask all of you , my friends, help me, I am sure that among you, or among your friends , there are certainly some of my photos that also evoke a memory, j ' would like you to look at my photos, you read my stories , and if they evoke for you as a memento , I ask you please to comment, let me know , as I would learn more about this which is after all , for me, only my roots.
Thank you all for reading , and click "Like" on Facebook if you are willing to help in the search for my roots.