Family History: In Honor of the Derailed Mormon Thread
August 7, 2014 at 6:56 pm
(This post was last modified: August 7, 2014 at 7:20 pm by Jenny A.)
This is the place for interesting and not so interesting tales about your grand-parents and great-grandparents and relations of that age or older.
I'll start:
My paternal grandmother was born in the U.S. in 1907 or so, but her father took the family home to Sweden during the Panic before she finished her first year. She came back with her younger sister on her father's dime when she was 16 because great-grampa was sure the good life was in the U.S.A. The girls could read and write but not speak English when they arrived.
Grandma famously pronounced ice cream ikka cray-em. She did learn English, but always spoke with a heavy accent which she denied having.
"Yennifer, you wanta wacha a some tee wee, ya?"
"Thatsa bad boy, he went to yale."
I can't do the cadence in print. It goes daa, da, daa, da, did, daa, da.
I'll start:
My paternal grandmother was born in the U.S. in 1907 or so, but her father took the family home to Sweden during the Panic before she finished her first year. She came back with her younger sister on her father's dime when she was 16 because great-grampa was sure the good life was in the U.S.A. The girls could read and write but not speak English when they arrived.
Grandma famously pronounced ice cream ikka cray-em. She did learn English, but always spoke with a heavy accent which she denied having.
"Yennifer, you wanta wacha a some tee wee, ya?"
"Thatsa bad boy, he went to yale."
I can't do the cadence in print. It goes daa, da, daa, da, did, daa, da.
If there is a god, I want to believe that there is a god. If there is not a god, I want to believe that there is no god.
