My grandniece received an assignment in her elementary school class one day to write on a piece of paper the name she used to refer to her grandmother. Everyone else in the class was told to do the same thing. I'm not exactly sure why, but somehow those slips of paper came into my hands, and I was absolutely amazed at the variety of ways those youngsters referred to their grandmothers. To be sure, every conventional name could be found in that collection of names. More troubling, however, were those names that hardly seemed to go beyond inchoate monosyllabic murmurs: moo-moo, mau-mau, bik-bik, ti-ti, etc. Some of the names struck me as patently offensive, and I found it difficult to believe that any kindly old grandmother could sit with implacable equanimity while some wretched grandchild called her something that horrid - and without Grandmère running immediately for the switch.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
B1029-1 Grampa
My grandniece received an assignment in her elementary school class one day to write on a piece of paper the name she used to refer to her grandmother. Everyone else in the class was told to do the same thing. I'm not exactly sure why, but somehow those slips of paper came into my hands, and I was absolutely amazed at the variety of ways those youngsters referred to their grandmothers. To be sure, every conventional name could be found in that collection of names. More troubling, however, were those names that hardly seemed to go beyond inchoate monosyllabic murmurs: moo-moo, mau-mau, bik-bik, ti-ti, etc. Some of the names struck me as patently offensive, and I found it difficult to believe that any kindly old grandmother could sit with implacable equanimity while some wretched grandchild called her something that horrid - and without Grandmère running immediately for the switch.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
C3001-43 Thanksgiving: Wind Chimes
Friday, January 15, 2010
B1006-2 The Words We Use
I stood next to that rack of gift cards in the supermarket and pondered the many choices I had before me. When a woman came by and stood next to me, I showed her a gift card from Ruby Tuesday restaurant. I asked her if you could use that card on a Wednesday. She looked genuinely puzzled and muttered a tentative “I guess so” in response. Later, when I went to the check-out counter, I asked that chirpy check-out girl the same question. She, too, looked pensive and unsure when I asked her that question. She did seem a bit more certain that I could use a Ruby Tuesday gift card on a Wednesday, however. She told me that she had gone to T.G.I. Friday’s restaurant recently with her boyfriend. As they sat in the booth waiting for their order to arrive, she looked around the restaurant and then she told her boyfriend that it was funny that “this place is only open on Fridays.” Indeed it was! But then funny things always seem to happen to chirpy blondes. Meanwhile, the woman standing next to the gift card rack couldn’t take her eyes off the Ruby Tuesday cards as she stood there frowning.
I had thought to ask her: If two planes flying side by side is called a formation, what do you call four planes flying side by side? An eight-mation? But that might have been unfair. I suspect that she would be the sort of woman who would be surprised to learn that she had calculus on her teeth when she never took any math courses beyond Algebra One. Ah, sweet, imponderable mysteries.