tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9270189.post6952927004957711670..comments2023-11-14T15:11:35.669-05:00Comments on miriam's ideas: Mother, English, Yiddish, being Americanmiriam sawyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06796668928044011101noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9270189.post-11043883874633340862009-01-30T13:50:00.000-05:002009-01-30T13:50:00.000-05:00"Russian was the language of secrets in our house...."Russian was the language of secrets in our house." <BR/><BR/>Besides being a beautiful literary line there, I fully understand what you mean. My parents spoke German when they wanted to keep things from me, and I found it infuriating. Perhaps it was doubly so because my older brothers and sister could understand German, which meant <B>I</B> was the only one they were interested in leaving out.<BR/><BR/>I got my revenge, though. I learned French, and now I routinely curse them in words they can't comprehend.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9270189.post-28977797050055271592009-01-30T12:57:00.000-05:002009-01-30T12:57:00.000-05:00My children never learned Russian from their fathe...My children never learned Russian from their father - which infuriates my MIL. My husband has many talents, but teaching languages isn't one of them.<BR/><BR/>So, in our house Russian is the language of anger and the worst curse words you can utter.airforcewifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02533056105139492032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9270189.post-8255080180208526552009-01-30T09:48:00.000-05:002009-01-30T09:48:00.000-05:00I truly believe that the glory of the world and it...I truly believe that the glory of the world and its passing applies to human beings. I remember watching a film on Japan where certain people are identified as national treasures. A lady of over 100 who still made silk... an ancient sword maker... a maker of sushi... I loved him. he would go each morning to get his water for his rice from a spring. How should good sushi rice taste he was asked. He said, it was always different. Each grain of rice never tasted the same as any other. <BR/><BR/>I wish we had national treasures but since we dont, I have my own treasures and my granny was one of these. Not my mother. We fought and she is still angry at me. It has been 20 years. So sad.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com