My constant refrain:
"What on earth is 'rurnt'? Do you
mean runt or ru-ined?"
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Señor Czar was the winner of last week's fete, and thus is hosting this week with the awesome topic of SOUTHEAST.
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Ahhahaha. :) good one!
I swany, but I have absolutely no problems understanding boomhauer. Folks I know speak like that.
Foam: I remember the first time I met one of S.B.'s uncles. About a minute into the conversation I realized that I couldn't understand a single word he was saying. I said to S.B. later: "Boomhauer." Who sounds more Louisiana to my ear than Texas.
It took me a while, but after living forever and a year in the south/southeast I've learned to understand it. Heck, some of my folks way down in the Deep South sound like that.
My youngest son has been known to tell restaurants that his name is boomhauer when they ask for it.
Apparently there is a lot I don't see, not having a TV...
But, heh, there was an incident we still laugh about. We stopped in Bee Cave, TX at a gas station/C-store and my NC-raised spouse asked the gal behind the counter about something. I did not understand a word - no it was not Spanish - it was deep-TX-southern. They had quite a conversation. When we left, I had to ask for a translation. I would have understood more had it been a foreign language.
S~
I grew up in Southeast TX, which is more like Louisiana than the rest of TX. I know several people from the area that sound a lot like Boomhauer.
Foam: First years of my relationship with S.B. mostly consisted of him going, "Garble, garble, garble," and me going, "What?" His accent is almost gone now, except for those times when he talks on the phone to friends or goes home. Then it's like he's never left.
S: Regional accents fascinate me--including how they can change even across a state. My ex-father-in-law was raised in El Paso and he had what I call molasses mouth, as opposed to Boomhauer mouth.
von LX: I can imagine! There's Houston, which is like any other large city, and then there are places like Nacogdoches, Beaumont, and Port Arthur that seem like foreign countries.
I've never heard Boomhauer until now, but I hear something very close to that accent every single day around here.
A wire is a war.
There's a father-and-son electrical contractor pair in town, and the first time they came to the house, I thought I would die laughing, once I picked up the patter. Hilarious what was going on under the mumbling.
My initial exposure to the real thing was just after college, and Fleur knows who I'm talking about. Nice guy from Robbinsville, NC. I didn't understand a word he said for the first 20 minutes. Alcohol may have been involved. But even sober, it was a whole 'nother deal.
Funny thing, with that mush-mouth and absolute far, far backwoods North Carolina upbringing, he ended up as a curator at a museum in San Francisco -- a complete mystery to the folks back in the hollers, who are probably still wondering when he will get a job.
Czar: Did you have trouble understanding the Czarina at first?
Oh, hell no. She got rid of her heavy Alabama accent when she moved to Atlanta, 20+ years before I met her, and I'd already lived in Atlanta eight years or so by then. To my ear, she hardly had much of an accent at all, but the New Yorkers heard it and it just added to the whole shiksa package.
No, this guy was from way up in the hollers. It's like the difference between Schenectady and Hell's Kitchen.
BWAHAHAHAHA!
Boomhauer is the BEST!
Good luck this week! =)
I know exactly what czar is talking about. I've also been to robbinsville. Btw, the wash is the warsh and scared is scerred.
Foam
Come play Haiku Monday this week at http://serendipitouswildmoments.wordpress.com/2012/11/13/haiku-monday-rock-edifice/.
Serendipity
(This still makes me laugh.)
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