I’m still laughing today!
All my married life my husband has teased me about my “southern twang.” There are many words that I clearly do not say correctly – that is – if your standard is the “General American” accent.
Brendan Houdek, a Speech Coaching Associate at New York Speech Coaching and the Head of New York Speech Pathology describes this manner of speaking as:
“this term is typical when referring to a dialect that is clearly American, but has none of the distinctive features that categorize a particular region, ethnic group, or socioeconomic status. Upon hearing someone speak with this particular dialect, it would be difficult to determine where he or she is from, other than being from the United States of America.”
Although I was born in Illinois (southern Illinois) all my life people have consistently asked me what part of the south I am from. They usually guess Tennessee or Kentucky.
When I purchased a smart phone and began using the app that allows me to speak my text, it was hilarious some of the ways the app interpreted what I was saying. One text repeated a phrase I said – but the phrase came out totally different from what I said and was using what I would call “bad language.” My youngest daughter who received the text, knowing how much I frown on “bad language,” had to forward it to her siblings with a note that basically told them:
If you get a text from Mom and she is swearing at you, she has not had a stroke or become senile, she is just using voice translation for her text.
They all had a good laugh at my expense.
Following up on that I recently discovered that much of the way I speak can be traced all the way back to my Scot-Iris ancestry.
Check out my story:
Smart Phones and Southern Twang
So, for years my husband has had fun laughing at my accent. He always has this big grin on his face when people ask me where I was born and comment on my accent.
But this weekend it was my turn to laugh.
We ventured out on a road trip to a nearby town and checked out the art galleries and antique stores.
Entering one store, I quickly found a collection of old books. I’m a book lover and my attention was all on the books. My husband, who never meets a stranger, struck up a conversation with the owner of the store. I had not said a single word when I heard the owner ask my husband where his home was. Telling her he was originally from Illinois, her response made me laugh.
“It must be southern Illinois.”
She indicated she heard a southern twang in his voice. He was speechless as he had never been told that he had an accent.
After all these years – I’m laughing at him.