My Theories, Part Two: Accents
As they get older, people adopt the accents of their childhood.
This is a funny one, but after the age of retirement (sixty five for men, sixty for women), their accents revert to the ones they had between the ages of eight and fourteen.
Exhibit
My dad (exits are here and here)
Born in Liverpool between the wars, Ted Jones never sounded like a Scouser to me when I was a kid, but as he’s gotten older, it has crept up on him, stalking his larynx like a vengeful lover. One day I’m going to call him up and he’ll sound like George Harrison in Hard Day’s Night with an accent thick enough to strip paint.
Don’t get me wrong, la, it’s gear.
I used to think my theory was down to was Expat Syndrome. You know where people who leave their homeland become caricatures of their countrymen.
I grew up (and I use that term loosely) in the States and France, so I’ve heard people wax lyrical into their sixties and gins and tonics about baked beans with accents that were throwbacks to Ealing comedies.
But what about where people haven’t live somewhere since they were kids and then move to a different region of the same country and start talking with the accent they grew up with? That’s where my theory kicks in.
Oprah sounds more southern all the time, and has ditched the long Madison Avenue vowels for the clipped informality of the bible belt of her Mississippi adolescence.
Alan Bennett became more northern.
Spike Milligan’s an interesting one. Born in India to an Irish father, he developed a parculiar Indo-Celtic lilt in his post-Goon twilight.
Dan Ackroyd sounds more Canadian by the year, and one day I’ll wake up and a southeast Pennsylvanian inflection will produce a lazy merge of syllables to my own kids’ delight and, god help them, blogs.
Hey, it’s the weekend. Have a really good one. Posts on Saturday and Sunday, or I’ll see you Monday.
Finish it smiling, right?
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May 11th, 2007 at 12:55 pm
‘an accent so thick it could strip paint’
Genius.
May 11th, 2007 at 1:32 pm
Thank you Ed. Gold Club Plus member, everyone.
May 11th, 2007 at 2:14 pm
Here’s another great line: “stalking his larynx like a vengeful lover”. You rock. Now it looks like I’m doing that to get some sort of special membership. I’m not - Ed’s much more deserving than I. Although tin would do.
Scousers, right? I love the way they say fairy when they mean furry, and furry when they mean fairy.
May 11th, 2007 at 8:00 pm
OK, if you must know - I go back twice a year for rescousificationing. Cum ‘ed toffees - we’ll marmelise ‘em!
May 13th, 2007 at 3:50 am
Wendy, you’re at least as God as me;) I’m only honorary, not having much in teh way of a blog myself.
May 13th, 2007 at 1:31 pm
Wendy - I went to university in north-west England where people repeatedly asked me I was “going te get me ‘err coot”. I was a scruffy student at the time so you can’t blame them.
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