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Originally Posted by MolsonExport
My Mom's father was from Blankenberge sur Mer, just north of Brugge (aka, Bruges) in Flanders. Although Flemish, growing up the language at home wsa resolutely French (his father was Mayor, and owner of several hotels, and he thought Flemish was a dying vernacular). He ended up speaking 5 languages fluently (Flemish, French, German, Italian, and later, English).
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One thing that I've always found... tricky, and fascinating at the same time, is the somewhat paradoxical dichotomy between how at the individual level, an extra language is advantageous, while at the collective level, the effect can instead be harmful.
If every Québécois was suddenly fluent in English... as Pariseau myopically wished for... then the medium-term result would be that Quebec as we know it would cease to exist.
Similarly, your maternal grandfather contributed to harming Flemish language/culture locally, by bettering himself in a way no one can fault him for.
My fluency in English harms Quebec too, in various ways. Not least being that I can now access opportunities outside its borders, and invest my resources accordingly. In this way, I'm almost perfectly analogous to your grandfather (and don't feel bad for being "part of the problem"; I'll think of myself first, sorry.)
Really interesting info re: your Flemish grandfather. Was he the one who made the move across the Atlantic?