Friday, February 03, 2006
Invasion of the body snatchers, ya'll
Okay, whoever has my child, I'd like her back. Abigail woke up today magically speaking Hick. Seriously, she sounds like she's from Pelzer, or the lovely hamlet of Sharon here in York County (pronounced Shay-run). She's been saying thay-ut (that) and bay-uth (bath) and hay-ouse (house) and hey-ulp (help). It's really strange. Brad has a Southern accent, but nothing stronger than saying bol and ol for boil and oil. His mother's fairly country, but not too bad. One of her preschool teachers has an average Rock Hill accent, and the other's from Charleston. Where is this coming from? And why over night? Yesterday, she was wearing a hat. Today, a hay-ut. And six months ago, she sounded like she was from Long Island. Maybe this means she'll be good with languages and accents like her mommy.
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It could be. I used to have a really deep accent, but now I'm told that it isn't that noticable. However, it can come back when I am in the right places, and I have to concentrate to keep from replicating the accent of others when I am talking with them. Honestly I think the one thing that really cut back my accent was watching lots of television. I recommend PBS shows with Yanks on them, like Norm Abram.
Yeah, I copy accents all the time. Even really obvious accents. I turn British in Britain. Maybe she's just
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