Vasistas: Through a French window… into an American childhood.

Jackie’s old room/guest room here in France. Don’t miss my childhood home and all the photos at the end of this post.

“Vasistas“

French pronunciation: [vah-zees-tah]

Un vasistas = a small window or opening, often hinged at the top; by extension, a small ventilating window.

Example sentence:
J’ai laissé le vasistas ouvert pour faire entrer un peu d’air.
I left the small window open to let in a little air.


A DAY IN A FRENCH LIFE by Kristi Espinasse

Early this morning, I went in to get Mom and bring her back to her own studio. Did I tell you she’s been sleeping here at night since Jean-Marc left for the Alps?

Making my way through the dark room, I noticed her window was entrouverte. Something about this made me smile, opening, for a brief instant, a window onto my childhood.

Here in France, we have special windows that can open inward from the side—or, by turning the handle another way, tilt open at the top. Maybe you’ve seen them before. They’re called fenêtres oscillo-battantes, but I prefer to call them vasistas, ever since adopting the fun-to-say word many years ago.

It takes me all the way back to my first trip to Europe. I came for an exchange program, trading the familiar with the unfamiliar. Among the many fascinating sights were those window contraptions. Somebody along the way shared the name, and I was immediately smitten.

Vasistas.

Growing up in the Arizona desert, in Phoenix, our mobile home had unusual windows as well. They were crank-operated with horizontal glass slats. I have only just learned their name—they’re called jalousie windows—and it is every bit as amusing as the French one. Funny to think that, even back then, I was gazing out of a window with a French name.

If my sister Heidi and I wanted to open our bedroom window—not that we often would in the severe Arizona heat, when temperatures could climb toward 120°F—we simply turned the crank, and the horizontal glass slats began to open. Beyond them stretched an orchard and, beside it, a trailer much like ours—a single-wide with sea-green trim. I can still see the Mexican family who lived there for a time and smell the orange blossoms mingling with exhaust from the freeway beside the grove.

When Mom looked out her own window, there at the back of our aluminum nest, she could see Shaw Butte Mountain. But Mom never set her sights on that arid, cactus-dotted hill. Her gaze lifted dreamily to the horizon above it.

“Who would ever have thought we’d end up here in the south of France?” Mom often muses as we enjoy lunch together, un saut de puce from the sea.

I think that if I were a young French girl arriving in America, I might find those jalousie windows as curiously charming as I once found the windows here in France.

Vasistas. It turns out that the word comes from the German Was ist das?—“What is that?” Which is exactly what I thought when I first saw one. And perhaps somewhere, a young French girl is discovering an Arizona jalousie window and wondering exactly the same thing:

Qu’est-ce que c’est que ça?

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Illustration of some jalousie windows on the back of a single-wide trailer with aluminum siding. Notice more on the side of the trailer.

DID YOU KNOW? Jalousie is the French word for “jealousy.” These windows may have gotten their name from their overlapping slats, which allowed you to look outside without others easily seeing in (and becoming jealous of your stuff?). Common in mobile homes and warmer parts of America, they opened with a little crank, causing all the horizontal panes of glass to tilt at once and let in the breeze while keeping curious eyes out.

FRENCH VOCABULARY

un vasistas = a small window opening inward, usually hinged at the bottom or top
une fenêtre = a window
une fenêtre oscillo-battante = a tilt-and-turn window
une jalousie = jealousy; also a slatted blind or window
entrouvert(e) = ajar, partly open
un saut de puce = a hop, skip, and a jump; a very short distance
Qu’est-ce que c’est que ça ? = What is that?

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My sister Heidi and I at home. I believe our dog was named Bonbon.
Heidi, riding her bike in our first trailer park. We moved soon after to “Canyon Ranch Mobile Home Park”
Heidi and me after we moved into our new neighborhood, at Canyon Ranch. That’s Dad’s Corvette (he visited after our parents divorced)
Our grandparents from Seattle visit.
Mom spoiled us! That’s Heidi, Christmas morning. I wish we still had that cool lounge chair! Even more, I wish we still had the trailer!
We shared a room, first with bunk beds, then (below) a double bed. Our room had a sliding door, to save space.
Heidi, dreaming of her first car (image follows)
Heidi on the roof, Easter morning. The bottle brush tree, left, was in front of our bedroom window.
Heidi, in her Halloween costume.
Me, first day of first grade.
Our dog Benji, who wandered into the trailer park one day and came to live with us. (P.S. Thanks, Mom, for the braces!)
“Space 65,” our out of this world address. You can just spot Shaw Butte Mountain in the background, left. Heidi got a Camaro when she turned 16.
I turned 14 the year we moved in with Mom’s new boyfriend to a villa in Carefree, Arizona. I still have the watch I’m wearing. It said, “Time to go back to the trailer!” But it was too late. Canyon Ranch had closed, our mobile home was sold!

Family photo. Turning the clock all the way back to the Philippines, where I was born. I leave you with Mom’s words, from a comment she left years ago:

“…there are so many great and funny stories that brought us to living in the trailer park at the edge of the desert. How we ever survived I’ll never know. I must write the story of how we ended up in Phoenix. It was August 15, 1969 – I had impulsively called a mover to move the trailer off my parents property (Heidi, Kristi, and I) had been living on my parents property because Kip had been sent off to Thailand. Kip has actually bought the trailer for us because my Dad had convinced him that we could move the trailer from the ranch in Utah to the property in Arizona for the winter while he was off fighting the war. I can only shake my head now at the problems I faced.”

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17 thoughts on “Vasistas: Through a French window… into an American childhood.”

  1. What an amazing childhood and of course, you and Heidi are so evident in your young photos as both of you look pretty much the same! Maybe with different hair, haha. Love family pics…love the old cars. I had a Ford first, with ‘skirts’ that a boyfriend put on the car. My mama who also drove it never knew she was in a hotrod…

  2. The window you call vasistas we call egress windows. I was required to install one when I converted the basement into an apartment.

  3. Hi Kristi,
    I love the vasistas windows. We had those windows in Belgium and in Germany and we loved them. I wish we had them here in the U.S. They are really soundproof too! I loved that I could just have the top part open!
    Love all the photos! I think Jackie resembles your grandmother!
    I would imagine the mobile home would be really hot in the summer. Did you have a window air conditioner?
    When I visited my son and family earlier this month it was in the 100s and one day it was 108!! I think that is around 42 degrees celsius!

  4. We had the jalousie windows in the home I grew up in near LA in Southern California. I remember them rattling during an earthquake!

  5. Our dear Kristi,
    Oh my gosh,what an fantastic post with those incredible pictures ( and descriptive words!)! You sent me right down memory lane in the happiest way!As a fellow desert gal,thank you!
    Dear Jules was( and is!) so wise,not just gazing outside her window but gazing towards the future! God’s blessings to be sure!
    And needless to say(!):Ma chere, your writing is a gift to us!
    Arms tight around you all
    Love
    Natalia. Xo

  6. You should visit the Canyon Ranch in Tucson. It would be an interesting contrast the Canyon Ranch of your recent youth.

  7. Thank you for sharing such sweet family memories! Loved every photo. Kristi, a rare desert flower. How beautiful!

  8. It’s been an incredible journey following you and your family since day one. The photos are so sweet and special. I think your mom is always right on target. Thank you for sharing your life.

  9. Love all the photos. Would love to hear your mom’s full story. We had a house with jalousie windows too when I was young and I have a funny story about them and my sister. I thought they were pretty cool

  10. Oh my goodness! Fantastic old photos. So enjoyed them ❤️ Jules is and was always beautiful. Your dad is still recognizable from his old photos. The photo of Heidi on top of the trailer is intriguing! Also, loved the precious one of you both with your dolls. Brought back memories of me and my sisters. It is still very hot here in Phoenix. I envy you being near the sea. Thank you for sharing! ❤️

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