U. S. Soldiers Home, Washington: during a century
of travel (well 78 years!) both in and out of service I
have travelled to over 150 countries (I count both North
and South Dakota as countries) and for some reason have
jotted signs and happenings that I thought funny at the
time (and now wonder why). So here is the perfect
opportunity to share some of my anecdotes.
I admire those that speak many languages. I don’t.
This reminds me of the guy that spread out the blanket for
his girl friend and noticing the wet grass said:
“some dew”. She replied “I
don’t”.
The Japanese are very polite. You can be murdering their
language and they will say: “You speak very good
Japanese”. You then know you don’t. The French
sneer at me if I don’t get the pronunciation right. I
would try out a few words of French and would get the
sneer.
In India and the Philippines because there are so many
languages their leaders sometimes give their speeches in
English. This surprised me but I was told they reach more
people that way. In Mexico, I don’t speak much
Spanish, but I am a very good guesser. I have a booklet
that has pictures in it of different objects and no matter
what country I am in when I want something I point to the
picture. I am a good pointer.
I envy those that speak French as it sounds so
sophisticated to me. My French is limited to: “Come
and tie my shoe”, “Mow de lawn”,
“Chevrolet coupe”. I was asked to leave France.
I met some French people individually on a one to one basis
having been introduced by someone and even was invited to a
French couples’ home (both were school teachers.)
They had a copy of newspaper printed the day after D Day
when the Germans were printing the paper and gave me a
copy, interpreting it for me. It said such things as The
Terrorists (allies) have arrived but they will be pushed
back. I had copies made and gave one copy to French embassy
here.
While we Americans don’t speak very many
languages, at the same time I think American are a friendly
lot and are apt to invite foreigners into their homes or
help foreigners on the street. I also lived in a French
couple’s home right after the War. It is a long story
but they were very hospitable to me. This was in Biarritz,
France and the townspeople did not like us. We thought
Hitler was going to go down to Spain to meet Franco and go
thorough a train station in Biarritz. Our airplanes were
meant to hit the train station but travelling so fast they
bombed a path from the ocean right though the town.
On the other hand when the Germans occupied Biarritz
they had the elite of their troops there and the French
told us so they were so neat when they went to the beach
lining their equipment up nice etc.
Next month, Mac discusses his 1990’s travel trip
to Malaysia, Singapore, India, and on komodo dragons .
If you would like to contact Mac, he can be e-mailed on:
macsan400@yahoo.com
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