A couple of years ago I had a bit
of a conversation on Facebook about a certain word’s pronunciation, I was
corrected and I felt defensive but Peter wrote “Sanne, remember English is your
second language”. It made me laugh and
my irritation fell away. While I pride
myself on speaking and writing proper English there are moments in these latter
years where I lose my words (menopause has something to do with that, they tell
us) but frequently I also find myself at a loss because while I can find it in
one language it doesn’t come to me in the alternate language.
I don’t remember NOT speaking
English. It seems to me that Jeanette
and I went out into the street and began playing with kids, no problem. We were first in Little Italy in Toronto so
for all I know I could have been speaking Italian to begin with! But Dad very quickly after we got our own
apartment bought a television set for Mom and all of us naturally learned
English through the TV. Certainly a year
later when I went to kindergarten I was fluent in English and never had a
problem in school.
However since we spoke only
Danish at home sometimes wires could get crossed for us if we suddenly heard an
English word that sounded like a Danish word but we had no co-relation to
it. Case in point,
When we were living in Grimsby
John would have been 4 years old, before kindergarten. One day a kid down the road came by and they
started playing together. At some point
the kid asked John “wanna wrestle?” and John said “okay” and then proceeded to
rattle around, shaking and spazzing about because in Danish “rustle” was . . .
not wrestling. John laughed as we recalled
it the other day because he did recall it exactly as I did. I think that is the only time I really
remember any of us getting it SO WRONG.
As I have said before my Dad had
read that immigrants should never attempt to speak the new language to their
children because it could cause serious errors in grammar as well as
accents. I know we had friends who made
the mistake of speaking English to their kids and their English was very poor
in comparison to ours (and I DON’T blush to say it). I feel proud that my parents took our
upbringing very seriously and that we turned out such good citizens! We might not be stars, but we aren’t
jailbirds either.
Thanks Mom and Dad.
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