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May. 17th, 2005 07:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7eating Tostitos With Hint Of Lime to round out the corners not filled by the leftovers I nuked for us for dinner.
Interesting random meme:
And they're right, oddly enough. There were a couple of ones I hesitated over, but I know I only say y'all infrequently and because of my sister's influence.
More interesting was discussing dialect with my mother a while ago; she is twelfth-generation American at least in several of her bloodlines, and some of her ancestors were the Dutch who colonized the Albany area in the 1640s. (For the curious, they were VanVrankens and VanDerMeers, for the most part.) Her grandmother still used odd little Dutch-remnant words-- a "stoop" or "stoup" is the porch on the back of the house, for example. But my mother in general has very plain, unaccented American; if you heard her on TV you wouldn't know where she's from. Her mother has only a faint local-flavor accent, and some of it is just that she uses old words like "dungarees" that are no longer in general use. They're a little bit Yankee, but not the harsh metallic Yankee of New England (which, I might mention, is only about fifteen miles from the house where I grew up).
My father, however, was born in Brooklyn of Manhattanite parents (back when the working classes lived in Manhattan, my grandmother lived in a brownstone overlooking Central Park and never stopped speaking that way). His accent is faded, but he retains the now-unusual glottal stop (pronouncing the double-t in the middle of words [that most Americans make a D: wadder, boddle] in the back of the throat instead: bo'tle). Before she went to college Katy unconsciously had it too, the least linguistically-inclined of any of us, but now she sounds like an Army girl, her tendency towards nasal Yankeeness utterly subsumed in a strange Southern mush of an accent. I don't think if she tried to call me "bridgeebabiee" it would sound the same as it did in adolescence at all.
Ahh, memes and random reminiscences. I have a tummy-ache now. But I am less angry.
Muh, am responding to comments but am only being ranty and whiny. I will nap now, instead, and will wake sunshiney and perspective-laden.
One can hope.
Interesting random meme:
Your Linguistic Profile: |
55% General American English |
30% Yankee |
10% Dixie |
5% Upper Midwestern |
0% Midwestern |
And they're right, oddly enough. There were a couple of ones I hesitated over, but I know I only say y'all infrequently and because of my sister's influence.
More interesting was discussing dialect with my mother a while ago; she is twelfth-generation American at least in several of her bloodlines, and some of her ancestors were the Dutch who colonized the Albany area in the 1640s. (For the curious, they were VanVrankens and VanDerMeers, for the most part.) Her grandmother still used odd little Dutch-remnant words-- a "stoop" or "stoup" is the porch on the back of the house, for example. But my mother in general has very plain, unaccented American; if you heard her on TV you wouldn't know where she's from. Her mother has only a faint local-flavor accent, and some of it is just that she uses old words like "dungarees" that are no longer in general use. They're a little bit Yankee, but not the harsh metallic Yankee of New England (which, I might mention, is only about fifteen miles from the house where I grew up).
My father, however, was born in Brooklyn of Manhattanite parents (back when the working classes lived in Manhattan, my grandmother lived in a brownstone overlooking Central Park and never stopped speaking that way). His accent is faded, but he retains the now-unusual glottal stop (pronouncing the double-t in the middle of words [that most Americans make a D: wadder, boddle] in the back of the throat instead: bo'tle). Before she went to college Katy unconsciously had it too, the least linguistically-inclined of any of us, but now she sounds like an Army girl, her tendency towards nasal Yankeeness utterly subsumed in a strange Southern mush of an accent. I don't think if she tried to call me "bridgeebabiee" it would sound the same as it did in adolescence at all.
Ahh, memes and random reminiscences. I have a tummy-ache now. But I am less angry.
Muh, am responding to comments but am only being ranty and whiny. I will nap now, instead, and will wake sunshiney and perspective-laden.
One can hope.
