Serving Clovis, Portales and the Surrounding Communities
When you're talking with folks do you ever wonder where their accent is from? I do. I've recently realized I'm getting rusty at it and may have to give it up.
Like that time The Lady of the House and I were up on the north side of town at a garage sale and I thought the woman conducting the sale had an interesting accent.
"I couldn't help but notice your accent," I said. "Are you from Ireland?"
"No," she said. "Guess again."
"Ahh, Sweden?"
"You're getting closer," she said.
I was at a loss.
"You're from Germany," said The Lady of the House.
"That's correct," said the woman.
Boy, I sure missed the mark there.
A guy came in the bicycle shop the other day. We got to talking and he pronounced "out" like "oot."
I knew it! He had to be from Minnesota.
"So," I said in my best Minnesota accent, "You come from the
Northland, eh?"
"Why are you talking funny?" he asked.
"Aren't you from Minnesota?"
Turned out he's from Michigan.
I worked with a young woman who studied linguistics back east at Cornell University. I don't know how she learned everything she did but she learned it well. She would listen to accents and figure out spot-on where people were from.
One time I asked her to pinpoint where I was from. I figured between all the places I'd lived in my life she'd be confounded.
"Southwest Virginia, upper east Tennessee," she said. "But you've been gone a long time."
She was right. I wanted to give her money.
It made me wish I'd studied linguistics. I don't know how one would make money at it; maybe in education or the FBI.
Maybe I could just stand on the corner and guess accents for tips.
Grant McGee is a long-time broadcaster and former truck driver who rides bicycles and likes to talk about his many adventures on the road of life. Contact him at: