Hey, now, my marmee drove a cahmengear.
Hee. See, my parents were from the midwest (my dad, a swedish immigrant community, hence the lack of Js) and educated in SoCal. So when dad had a postdoc at Harvard, it was a wee bit confusing.
Boston also made dad stop driving to work from Scituate(? Either that or Felton, but I think that was where they lived in CA amidst the redwoods. I get confused. It was near World's End.) Dented his grill the first day, he did, in insano traffic. Mind you, this was probably 35 years ago.
Hey, now, my marmee drove a cahmengear.
I used to drive a cahmengear.
(Jen it's a Karmann Ghia, made by VW.)
Jen, Karmen Ghia. (or however that is spelled.) A really cute little car my dad loved that alas, didn't have a back seat. My arrival and Mass's salting (and thus bad rust issues) prompted him to sell it. And he STILL talks about that car.
Karmann Ghia
Oh!
(I was trying to get that into a NY accent, and had all the right sounds, but couldn't figure out any way for those sounds to arrange into words.)
Scituate
That's MA. I have fambly there!
Karmann Ghia
Oh, OK, I feel better now. Because I'd never heard of that before. Thank you.
Sadly, though I know I've posted this before, I'm going to repeat it here, because there is, as of yet, no Groundhog Day Thread (discussion of which now belongs in that thread. Weird): my mispronunciation that caused the most stunned stares of disbelief was Chatham, MA. I said, I think, KAY-thum. It's CHAT-um. It was funny.
Hee. OK, so Felton is CA. When I was 19, I went up to Boston for fall break and found the summer beach house my parents lived in and wandered World's End. It was very pretty (height of leaf season.)
Also, my nose has either become super sensitive or I'm over the lowlevel congestion (known as a 3-4 day cold for most. Me, I spend months notsick, but mildly congested.)
It's weird. Suddenly I can smell the slightest odors. Which means grossout when my officemate eats his lunch. Some kinds of tuna and turkey smell a lot like catfood or dogfood when you are not the one consuming them.
I cannot believe that the town of Worcester has not been brought up. Perhaps it's small potatoes compared to other town/city pronounciations, or perhaps it is such a classic conundrum that it is cliche, passe, and generally lost all of its mojo.
Tom and I are watching "Serenity." Man, that show rocks. I haven't seen it since it went off the air.
