I see a linguistic treasure, subdued and smothered by the French.
It’s why we should never give up our Flemish language rights. We can not allow the beauty of the Flemish language to disappear.
I think it’s really interesting that this was written before compulsory education. Because it pretty much how my grandparents had describe their own relation to Walloon and French to me.
Even more so in lower class of society because speaking Walloon was a sign of “low class not classy peasant/worker” to people wishing to climb the social ladder. For eg, my great grand mother would forbid her children to speak Walloon with her (they would do so at the Farm, with workers and farmers).
So sad this part of my heritage is gone maybe forever.
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I see a linguistic treasure, subdued and smothered by the French.
It’s why we should never give up our Flemish language rights. We can not allow the beauty of the Flemish language to disappear.
I think it’s really interesting that this was written before compulsory education. Because it pretty much how my grandparents had describe their own relation to Walloon and French to me.
Even more so in lower class of society because speaking Walloon was a sign of “low class not classy peasant/worker” to people wishing to climb the social ladder. For eg, my great grand mother would forbid her children to speak Walloon with her (they would do so at the Farm, with workers and farmers).
So sad this part of my heritage is gone maybe forever.