I printed off a couple of photos of Yvette from 1961 and Sharon wrote a letter to her nephew Jean Marc Boue. She wrote it in English and found a translator program in Google that wrote it out in French for her. How cool is that?
We used Google again, Google maps, and found a good aerial shot of Jean Marc's house just behind Le Poste in Grisolles. Good enough to get an address off, ain't computers grand. 11 Rue Antoine Larroque. Then we mailed it yesterday.
Now we wait!
In all probability we won't hear anything back, they didn't speak English and probably aren't as excited about it as we were. I'd like to be there when they show the photos to Yvette though. See if they help her memory.
Then again she may have just been having a bad hair day and didn't want people just dropping in.
Yvete 1961
John, Yvette and me.
The rest of the Liverpool group visiting a French home. Linda, Monsieur, Madame. my mum, Ann, Susan, Grace, Aunt Marge and the Michael.
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The sequel! I'm waiting on the edge of my seat to hear the response...
Don't hold your breath Jen, but then you never know. Jean Marc's friend claims he's a teacher. (and a clown!) Not to me that is, he just kept manouvering himself between me and Sharon. Wanted her undivided attention.
He's the one who might reply. I have a feeling that he may have had word from Yvette about bringing "strangers" to her house, when she's in her dressing gown.
Just my hunch.
He's the type who would run around to her, waving the photos.
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