After spending last November in Vienna I was reminded of my lifelong desire to learn and speak another language other than English and, of course....Lesia-speak. And German won’t do it either. That language is already taken by my honey and Clair. I don’t need to speak that one. I want one all my very own. Well, at least in the Flynn household. I know, I know. I’m feeling a little Fancy Nancy on this one. And I know she shares her vocabulary, but I don’t want to share mine. I want to be five years old for a little while. Just let it go, okay.
A few years back I gave the effort my all……towards an accent at least. That was when I was directing a Renaissance Faire at my library. Sadly, the best of my efforts toward a Scottish brogue came out as the most deplorable cockney accent you’ve ever heard. No, really. The patrons begged me to stop. The volunteers and staff threatened me. The Storytimers were completely confused and baffled. My own children almost disowned me. So I had no choice but to stop. Until now, that is. Tehehe.
Today as I was skipping down Pinterest Lane in my little pink-and-oh-so-shiny maryjanes (hypothetically speaking, of course!) and I happened across the pin for scheduling out the perfect child-ordered summer. Yessss! THAT got my attention! Because I don’t care how old or young my kids are, summertime scares the hell out of me unless I have a plan. A real, tangible, working plan, that is. None of this we’ll-make-it-up-as-we-go. No, no, no! Not for me, anyway. Plan. Assemble. Attack. That’s my method.
So anyway, back to fairyland where Pinterest Lane delivers me this plan. So I peruse the ideas of this magical plan with readiness and excitement. And there, in the midst of all that motherhood investigation, is the beautiful gem of languages trimmed with the words “Free” and “Online”! Okay. I was skeptical and said inside my head….”Yea? Let’s just see how friendly you are to my summertime plans, for realzy!” And off I went to participate in the first lesson of Coffee Break French at Radio Lingua Network at http://radiolingua.com/cbf-step-1/# And what should greet me there but a wonderful masculine Scottish brogue to teach me the nuances of that other language, francais! Ahh. My little heart pitter-patters out its flutterby wings and stretches out into the sky. I drift away on the musical rhythms and sounds of that voice for ……..oh. Sorry.
But then, wait! It didn’t stop there! Because I’m the curious librarian-type, off I went to another language lesson…….go with it here…….dahdadadahdadaDAH! You guessed it! One minute Gaelic! Oh. My. Gawd. I was in Nirvana! Scottish Brogue Heaven where I understood absolutely nothing… nada… and I did not mind one tinsy little bit! Lordy! But that man can twist his tongue around an “R”!
So there you go! I get the Scottish man with the Twisted Rs to teach me French, free and online for the cost of a 15 minute coffee break….all summer long! And the kids? Well, I can’t really remember what else was on that plan…..I’ll have to go check it again after lesson two. Tehe…..
Have you ever wanted to mangle, I mean speak another language? Was it for real or did you just like the idea of speaking another language? Or do you really just want to listen to Mr. Scottish roll his “R”s? : D