First language is French. Ok…time for 2 long stories. When I was a sophmore in collage, there was a French foreign exchange student come to Bucknell. He roomed about 3 rooms away from me, but we started a wonderful relationship…each of us with a language dictionary. By the end of that year, I could “get by”, in French. He was such fun to be around and we had lots of laughs. He disappeared back to France, Paris, and I lost track of him. Then Bucknell denied he was there. ?? I never understood that.
Then…I took the required language for Pre-Med. I chose French for obvious reason…and it comprised`simply of changing a scientific book from French to English…was only about 3 eights of an inch thick. Silly, but it was a challenge. Then came the final exam. I went to the classroom to take the test and it was empty. So I went to the Profs office and found that the text was given yesterday. OUCH. But we were friends and he recognized my mistake so gave me the exam right then and there. Ha…the test was to answer…in French….a snail goes up a clothesline pole an he goes back down by circling the pole 3 times. How many times did he cross the slime trail. 🙂 A wonderful experience.
And then…the story of Spanish.
I had the opportunity to go to Ecuador twice about 45 yrs ago. Now, I am a little suburb type boy from the country…so I’m almost “country”. When we were little boys, we played cowboys and indians. Of course our knowledge of Indians was pretty limited. Hiawatha, Geronimo,Sitting Bull, and Tonto, etc…VERY few indian names. (Oddly, my home was 3 miles from the center of the Seneca nation). So, we are driving along a mountain road around Quito when we spotted a man with a Huge bundle on his back. My friend (who got me there), pulled over intent to buy some woolen goods. Way cool!! And here I am rapidly thrashing thru an English/Spanish dictionary…when I came to a word on the top right of the page…TONTO. I never knew ALL THOSE YEARS….that The Lone Ranger, was calling him Dummy! I was really Shocked! Still can’t get over it.