tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28165993.post6981609425043682464..comments2024-01-19T11:05:43.355-05:00Comments on Polly-Vous Francais?: Fractured FrenchPolly-Vous Francaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12667479743723002691noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28165993.post-66820031123640030332018-11-20T23:34:09.746-05:002018-11-20T23:34:09.746-05:00My mother had 'Mots d'Heures: Gousses, Ram...My mother had 'Mots d'Heures: Gousses, Rames' (mother goose rhymes)<br />It contained mother goose rhymes transcribed phonetically into french then translated back into english with a supposed analysis.<br />Humpty Dumpty becomes Un petit d'un petit - analyzed as a poem about an underage mother ehose child went to prestigious schools<br />Aaron Bredonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08888973157223974650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28165993.post-80195489846156563782015-10-18T17:26:13.645-04:002015-10-18T17:26:13.645-04:00Delightful! You might want to add
"Tant pis ...Delightful! You might want to add<br /><br /><i>"Tant pis tant mieux"</i><br /><br />which means "My aunt feels better now that she's gone to the bathroom." ;-)<br /><br />I'm so old I actually remember Pearson's book. We had a copy. Wish I'd been able to hang onto it.<br /><br />My parents also had the cocktail napkins, and I think paper coasters, if I remember correctly. I was 9 years old in 1950. It was a great time to be alive. People knew how to laugh and have fun. You might enjoy Mary Lasswell's comic novels about the adventures of Mrs. Feeley, Miss Tinkham and Mrs. Rasmussen, also Mr. and Mrs. Cugat by Isobel Scott Rorick and Betty MacDonald's The Egg and I. Great fun, and very touching today considering all that has transpired since then.FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28165993.post-53348973003021623212012-09-11T21:37:28.220-04:002012-09-11T21:37:28.220-04:00Parisian Fields, So glad you liked it! Parisian Fields, So glad you liked it! Polly-Vous Francaishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12667479743723002691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28165993.post-66549145123504375662012-08-12T18:24:27.122-04:002012-08-12T18:24:27.122-04:00A friend has just given us a box of the cocktail n...A friend has just given us a box of the cocktail napkins (not a complete set, but a good selection), found at a flea market in Toronto. What a hoot! We hadn't heard of Fractured French before, but thanks to your post, we know a bit more. We shall comb the local libraries for copies of the books. Nothing like truly terrible bilingual puns to make us fall about laughing.Parisian Fieldshttp://parisianfields.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28165993.post-5240721893006076132011-12-15T00:50:44.651-05:002011-12-15T00:50:44.651-05:00When I was in high school, back in the fifties, I ...When I was in high school, back in the fifties, I discovered "Fractured French" in a book store. I bought it, read it, enjoyed it tremendously! What prompted me to look up your web site was that two (original?) examples came to mind today. <br /><br />What does a scarecrow wear? Ans: oat (haute) couture.<br /><br />What do Quakers eat? Ans: oat (haute) cuisine.Leo Toribio Pittsburgh, PAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04553194475083609278noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28165993.post-46375921903112977392011-10-04T23:08:03.101-04:002011-10-04T23:08:03.101-04:00"Fractured French" may have been my intr..."Fractured French" may have been my intro to the language. Was just thinking about it, thus found your blog. As a child my favorite was "Je t'adore," with an illustration of monsters/ghosts pouring in through a window. The caption was "They're coming through the windows."Mary F.https://www.blogger.com/profile/08103954824365671735noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28165993.post-58130653044969030562011-02-24T16:32:11.044-05:002011-02-24T16:32:11.044-05:00ROFL. I remember that book-- read it in the sixti...ROFL. I remember that book-- read it in the sixties. Wonderful. Timeless. Double the fun because it involves two languages. Wish they'd reprint it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28165993.post-19799694394498105472010-02-15T14:41:25.777-05:002010-02-15T14:41:25.777-05:00I don't have the napkins, but I do have the bo...I don't have the napkins, but I do have the book. It was originally my grandpa's. He served in WWI in France, and he had his own fractured French stories ("Un cafe avec sucre, s'il-vous plait." "Tout de suite, monsieur!" "Oh, that's okay. It's not too sweet for me!") Thus it was that this was a natural for finding its way into his hands in the fifties. I grew up with it, still laugh at it, fondly remember Grandpa with it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28165993.post-80615081902589429402009-09-24T11:46:16.204-04:002009-09-24T11:46:16.204-04:00hey i have that set of napkins all 36 of themhey i have that set of napkins all 36 of themUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17633826701488609668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28165993.post-68308442663609599382008-04-21T18:37:00.000-04:002008-04-21T18:37:00.000-04:00Very funny post I love franglais humour. One of my...Very funny post I love franglais humour. One of my favourites is the old joke - <BR/><BR/>Q: Why do the French only have one egg for breakfast<BR/><BR/>A: Because one egg is un oeufGideonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14416388421147448098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28165993.post-9291940585021682712008-04-20T02:17:00.000-04:002008-04-20T02:17:00.000-04:00Until Paris,Well, it was Mad Magazine in the car. ...Until Paris,<BR/>Well, it was Mad Magazine in the car. Singing is always a good idea. Sounds like you had fun! <BR/><BR/>Now it seems that everyone just listens to their iPods on road trips or, judging what I saw on my last US highway trek, all the kids are watching DVDs in the back seat.Polly-Vous Francaishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12667479743723002691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28165993.post-67046674156301177942008-04-19T18:14:00.000-04:002008-04-19T18:14:00.000-04:00Bonjour,Jokes in the car? You were lucky. I had ...Bonjour,<BR/><BR/>Jokes in the car? You were lucky. I had the singing family and none of us could carry a tune. My Dad always made up his own lyrics. Talk about hilarious.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28165993.post-11457218962240009102008-04-19T14:25:00.000-04:002008-04-19T14:25:00.000-04:00P.S. birthday girl, thanks for checking in on the ...P.S. birthday girl, thanks for checking in on the comments! You have some famous art work on this blog, you know. it's received rave reviews.Polly-Vous Francaishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12667479743723002691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28165993.post-49231315486930017022008-04-19T14:22:00.000-04:002008-04-19T14:22:00.000-04:00Hey, I didn't make them up!Another one is about a ...Hey, I didn't make them up!<BR/><BR/>Another one is about a French fisherman who drowned:<BR/><BR/>Louis Cinq.<BR/><BR/>There are dozens. <BR/><BR/>My stepfather used to spout them (maybe when I was doing my French homework?). Anyway once I remembered one I remembered a bunch. All groaners, but is there any better kind of pun?Polly-Vous Francaishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12667479743723002691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28165993.post-661694803922930182008-04-19T14:18:00.000-04:002008-04-19T14:18:00.000-04:00mom those are terriblemom those are terribleThe Birthday Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00836584946771086552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28165993.post-87335116246382745282008-04-19T10:49:00.000-04:002008-04-19T10:49:00.000-04:00You dad sounds like my kind of guy!But you haven't...You dad sounds like my kind of guy!<BR/><BR/>But you haven't done anything to elevate my confidence that speaking fractured French endears me to shopkeepers.<BR/><BR/>We often reverted to your dad's french when speaking to each other about which street we were on - or going to.<BR/><BR/>Early on in my blogging, Cheryl at BlookingCentral, replied <BR/>Murky Buckets, when I gave her a tip.<BR/>I had to ask. :)Going Like Sixtyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17735447776871695507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28165993.post-20393407961030360852008-04-19T10:12:00.000-04:002008-04-19T10:12:00.000-04:00Hello,Just discovered your website through Lis at ...Hello,<BR/>Just discovered your website through Lis at Attention All Shipping. Great post!<BR/>SGAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28165993.post-37916135364613335042008-04-19T08:05:00.000-04:002008-04-19T08:05:00.000-04:00Hmm...I guess I've been practicing fractured Frenc...Hmm...I guess I've been practicing fractured French all my life, despite the best efforts of my grandmothers and my teachers. It tickles me that Parisian shopkeepers offer gentle corrections. That is, except the ladies' room attendant at Gare d'Austerlitz who just grunted when I told her I wanted to "do the bathroom."Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10904171824244129391noreply@blogger.com