L’accent du pays où l’on est né demeure dans l’esprit et dans le coeur, comme dans le langage.
(The accent of the place in which one was born lingers in the mind and in the heart as it does in one’s speech.)
-François, duc de La Rochefoucauld
I Say Tomato, You Say Tomato… So obviously that doesn’t translate very well into writing but that’s exactly the point for today’s post. Today we are discussing accents, common phrases and your individual lexicons.
I am from the Grand Ole’ South, North Carolina to be specific. Husband is from the Northeast, and he’s currently telling me that he is from Massachusetts. Because apparently this makes a difference. Anyways, luckily he is not from the “pahk the cah on Havahad Yawhd” area (Boston). He is from Western Massachusetts, home to Amherst, farmland and the Basketball Hall of Fame. I consider myself lucky he is from this area of the north because most the time listening to Northerners talk makes me want to stick a magnolia branch into my brain.
So while I claim the south as my home, in reality I am a product of international traveling. My father was in the Air Force too and for the 18 years I lived with them we moved quite often. From California to Turkey to seven years in Charleston, South Carolina to Italy to North Carolina. I spent three years in Italy while in seventh through ninth grade. I finished high school in a small southern town about thirty minutes from Raleigh.
So all in all, I’ve got about 12 years of southern dialect slowly driving every northerner in Husbands family crazy! Funnily enough, a few years into our marriage, while we were living in Ohio, Mother-in-Law commented that I was rubbing off on him and he sounded so southern! Now that I think about it, I do think my southern ways have rubbed off on him.
Northerners tend to speak quickly, get their point across and be done with it. Southerners on the other hand… well not so much. We tend to talk slowly, draw things out and run off on tangents.
For the most part, I really don’t have much of an accent and someday’s it’s worse than others. And when I get worked up, let me tell you, my accent comes out hardcore.
I think the funniest thing that I say as a southerner is “use to could”. As in, “Well I use to could get Krispy Kreme’s at the grocery store but now I can’t”. And bwah-ha-ha my evil plan has worked because my dead set Northern husband now has worked that phrase into his vocabulary.
The first time he did, it was totally by accident and he tried to quickly gloss over it and keep talking…..but I caught it and totally jumped all over it. “OMGOMG you SAID IT! Hahahaha you are now one of us!”
And I’m thinking the worst part about Husbands slow southernization (nope not a word but it is now) is that he is becoming more open to moving even further south than our current Northern Virginia Home. At first he was a litttle appalled to be living in a Confederate state but now we’re talking about moving to officially southern cities after I finish medical school. We’re talking Charlotte, Dallas, Austin. Be still my southern heart.
We love DC and most likely will stay in the area, just somewhere a little further south (HAHA) with more land. Husband one day would love to have a mini-farm. I have no idea why. I told him go ahead buy your farm but I’m Scarlett O’hara-ing it (pre-civil war of course) and spending my time under the magnolia tree and shopping. I don’t do dirty.
So as a living example of North vs. South in our home. I’m thinking the war will go on, but I’m thinking the South will rise again.
So interwebs…. tell me about your accent and how it effects your relationship.