Chi Town Lingo

Daily Post: Time to confess: tell us about a time when you used a word whose meaning you didn’t actually know (or were very wrong about, in retrospect).

This is more about dialect rather than wrong usage, which can be just as embarrassing.

Having been born in Chicago, I acquired the local dialect naturally. Our family was somewhat large as I was one of six children and money was tight so we never traveled, except for the annual summer vacation to Knowlton, Wisconsin, to my paternal grandparents’ farm. Exposure to differing dialects or languages was limited, if not for my Polish grandparents.

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©The Sopranos

It was difficult to understand my grandparents as they were immigrants from Poland and maintained extremely heavy accents and very little usage of the English language. But, with such infrequent exposure to them, my own language and dialect were typical for a south Chicagoan. I never realized how “mafia-guy” my dialect was until I moved to Canada.

Canadians speak the proper, Queen’s English, without the British “accent” which was replaced with what my ears interpreted as a type of ‘lilt.’

Having lived in Canada for sixteen years, I never acquired their dialect, but my children did. Of course they did, they were raised there, “Canadian English” would be their native tongue and I can identify a Canadian in a crowd of voices 100% of the time.

When we first moved to Canada, I was not aware of how difficult it was for people to understand my speech, (imagine Joe Pesci in the movie “My Uncle Vinnie” explaining to the Judge what a “yut” is) until one day, while at a local grocery store, I asked the store manager if they had any boxes (we were preparing to move to a newer home.)

“Hi, would yew haaahve any spare boxes (pronounced: bahx-es) thaaht I could haaahve?” I asked the store manager.

He looked at me as if I had antennae growing from my skull, “What?” His attitude was quite unfriendly.

“Bahxes,” I repeated, “do yew haaahve any bahxes thaaht I could haaahve?”

“BAHXES,” he yelled, “BAHXES! What are BAHXES?”

“Bahxes, yew know, thah square things thaaht yer merchandise is shipped in, bahxes.”

He stared at me, thinking for a moment, “You mean böxes?”

“Yeah, I think so, bahxes.”

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© Google Image – Pantomime

The manager’s patience with me was clearly waning. I looked around to see if I could find any boxes. I did not want to grab a cereal box fearing that might confuse him even more. I decided to try my skills at pantomime.

With full hand gestures drawing a box in the air, I felt that my pantomime skills might break through our language barrier.

The manager looked at me blankly.

“Yew know,” I tried to explain without using the word “box,” “thah containers to put things in when a person moves from one place to another. Thaaht’s whaat I need.”

The manager walked from behind the counter, held his index finger up to indicate that I need to stay where I was and not follow him. I waited.

A few seconds later, he returned with an empty box. “Is this what you want?”

“YES!” I was so elated! “Yes, thaaaht’s whaat I need.”

“Well, up here, we call them böxes, and I don’t have any right now.”

“Oh. Ok, thanks for your help.”

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© Google Images – Box

I left his little store wondering if he was lying to me. It was evident that he did not like people whom he could not understand. But, to this day, I never say “bahx-es” anymore, I speak the Canadian version, böxes, which I learned since moving to Oklahoma, the locals do not understand the Canadian pronunciation either!

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3 responses to “Chi Town Lingo

  1. When I moved to Boston, I didn’t understand anything and no one understood me for about two years 🙂 It might as well have been a foreign nation.

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