A Rest from the Bad News
It’s been a good week around these parts. The Great Frederick Fair has been a joy to behold and the quietness that’s covered the area is a welcome relief
By and large the “news dogs and doggesses” seem to be content with ignoring criminal activity. Maybe miscreants out there have taken a break and are giving approving nods at the celestial activities in Greater Washington. This includes the joy at Mount St. Mary’s University and National Shrine Grotto of Our Lady of Lourdes.
Quite naturally, once the head of state and spiritual leader from Rome completes his journey, bad boys and bad girls will be back in action and the local polizei can be earning their money again.
All right, it’s important to keep things in perspective. The welcoming ceremonies for Pope Francis have been elegant, dignified and blessings to so many. There’s no need to have a knockdown over the particulars in running conversations, good, bad or otherwise.
It is refreshing to view and hear some pleasant things for a while. Political personages have had to disappear for a while. It’s probably a good thing to have a brief rest from the shouting and exuberance and the pros and cons of various orators. You know who they are.
One thing for certain, dress codes are being enforced. No white suits or dresses on parades routes, the White House and the Congress tomorrow. Only the Pope wears white, and he certainly stands out. Even in his Fiat.
As an aside, or maybe an impertinence, too bad an appearance for him was not arranged in Frederick and Winchester Hall. He could have taught everyone the real importance of linguistics. For example, the Vatican verifies that Pope Francis's native language is Spanish. He also speaks Italian, English, Portuguese, French, German, Ukrainian and Piedmontese, a language spoken in the Piedmont area of northern Italy. “Of course, he is conversant in Latin – official language of the Holy See.”
To be transparent your faithful penman is monolingual. Efforts to become acquainted with German first and then Spanish many years ago were to no avail. I did learn how to find interpreters in Arabic, Irish Gaelic, English, Oxford English, Chinese and otherwise. I avoided Greek and Hebrew and accepted without argument King James’ translation. I learned to say “et tu Brute,” but that was back in the days of Howdy Doody and Ozzie and Harriet.
My primary dialects are “Vajenian” and “Murland.” Either, or always, seem to be proper and understood everywhere throughout, even in alleged multi-lingual Frederick County.
It is too bad the ability to speak other patois failed me. At this point of an enjoyable lifespan, it’s smart to know what I know. No more tests or examinations. I can spell without computer assistance. I know from writing about all sorts of subjects that “beauty is skin deep and dumb is to the bone.”
Drives me nuts when I hear “edumacated” people ruin the language with such phrases as “lower down the heat”, “continue on the sermon” and end sentences with prepositions. Most editors of the old days never allowed words like “very good” or “new record.” There are many more, but class is over. In today’s world too many like to delete words from the vocabulary – similar to “thug,” “brat,” “Indian,” “Redskins” and, that’s enough for the time being.
Adios amigos and amigas.