“They all knew how to read, Pat had said, because the white teachers had drilled holes into their skulls and with funnel poured in the liquid sustenance known as the English language, the real ‘alphabet soup.’ In dejection they had read from the musty-smelling books aloud, enunciating and uttering words that were essentially meaningless.
I would love to see the Map of Non-Ordinary Events if you have made it. And your dog looks like our blue-tick hound Sally, the sweetest companion ever.
The Map of Non-Ordinary Events, the first half of the Meskwaki Settlement, was posted recently on my Facebook page. The exact date escapes me presently.
My thanks to you as well. Once I've tussled with the Kraken, colonial English, I look forward to the next essay. So many Xs I've issued my late mother's words while drafting: "Jesus Christ!" Half a century later, it doesn't get easier. So, I often think once work is done, am I channeling? Who did this? LOL. What a world, eh?
I’m glad you had your friends and family to help you bridge the language gap; And that the songs were recorded. I was a farm girl who didn’t drink milk, and struggled gagging to drink the lukewarm milk provided at lunchtime, while the boys told me it had dead rats in it.
Yes, Linda, IDK how in the Creator Grandfather's name I survived to be 73. Because all the emotions we experience as humans were consumed battling words in colonial English. Am I saying this right? And will people tell me if I'm screwing up grammatically? It probably felt at Xs like gagging on warm dairy-based liquid.
I would love to see the Map of Non-Ordinary Events if you have made it. And your dog looks like our blue-tick hound Sally, the sweetest companion ever.
The Map of Non-Ordinary Events, the first half of the Meskwaki Settlement, was posted recently on my Facebook page. The exact date escapes me presently.
Thank you, Ray Young Bear. I always look forward to your articles on Substack.❤️
My thanks to you as well. Once I've tussled with the Kraken, colonial English, I look forward to the next essay. So many Xs I've issued my late mother's words while drafting: "Jesus Christ!" Half a century later, it doesn't get easier. So, I often think once work is done, am I channeling? Who did this? LOL. What a world, eh?
I’m glad you had your friends and family to help you bridge the language gap; And that the songs were recorded. I was a farm girl who didn’t drink milk, and struggled gagging to drink the lukewarm milk provided at lunchtime, while the boys told me it had dead rats in it.
Yes, Linda, IDK how in the Creator Grandfather's name I survived to be 73. Because all the emotions we experience as humans were consumed battling words in colonial English. Am I saying this right? And will people tell me if I'm screwing up grammatically? It probably felt at Xs like gagging on warm dairy-based liquid.