Music to My Ears
I didn't always love the Southern dialect. When my family moved to Georgia, I refused to like anything about it. I refused to pick up any of the sounds or expressions of speech that were all around me. Ya'll? No, thanks. Ma'am and sir? Nope. And I certainly wouldn't draw out my I's.
Years and years later, I sort of find myself wishing I had let myself change the way I speak. Sure, I can imitate the dialect, if I need to, but it's not the same. People who have never been to the Deep South don't know the difference, but I do. And I miss it.
Today, however, my longing for the Southern sound was satiated. I heard this on the NPR food blog: The Enigmatic Pecan: Why So Pricey and How to Pronounce It? Besides being an interesting piece about the American pecan economy, there's an audio clip of a South Georgia farmer, and he has a wonderful way of talking that makes me miss my old home.
Addendum: This just in! Southern Accents Voted Most Attractive. :)
Thing I'm thankful for: grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup on a cool night
posted by Sara @ 11:10 PM
2 Comments:
We moved to Texas when I was 8 years old. I think the story goes that I cried because I didn't want to get an accent. I have adopted "ya'll", which is about it. I still have to think twice before asking for a "pop".
There is something enchanting about accents for sure! On NPR I heard a report that included a New Yorker. It reminded me of a favorite patient of mine. Accents have ways of attaching themselves to memories. Much like music.
Haha -- yep, "pop" is definitely not Southern! :)
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