Hello group! :) is everyone happy with our powerpoint ??well i hope so. Has anyone found a good website on influences??!!!for our last slide show?!i couldnt get any so far but am still looking.
I'm picking that Perter Blake book from the library tomoz so I'll post a few relevant quotes from it on here that you guys can refer to on your essays, hope this helps.
Around mid-day December 8th 1948, by Scottish Soldier out of Border Maiden, I made my first appearance - christened John Beattie Dempsey but always called Ian. When I later asked, "Why Ian?", I was told it was the Gaelic for John. My parents weren't Gaelic speakers, but were proudly Scots and, although we lived 'in exile' amongst the English for twelve years, their accents never changed in the slightest. Every year we made the pilgrimage back to Selkirk for the "Day of Days" - Selkirk Common Riding. it was always referred to as "going home".
Shortly before our emigration to England
Having a strong Scots Border accent did me no favours when I started school in Redditch, the local dialect was distinctly 'Brummie'. Like all children, I wanted to fit in and very quickly learned to talk like my contemporaries so, outside the house, I was as broad a 'Brummie' as you could get but, once I crossed the threshold, straight back to Border Scots. I was teased unmercifully by my cousins and relatives when we went 'home' to Selkirk: "Here comes the Englishman/Sassenach" etc. The result of this abuse led to me retaining my Scots accent to such an extent that, when I visit Selkirk today, I have a stronger local accent than most of them ... and mine's pure 1950s!
Having an ear for dialects came in useful later in my career, but it was honed in an atmosphere of self-preservation - school playgrounds. When, in 1961, we moved to Mansfield Woodhouse, it never occurred to me that I would have a problem as I spoke 'English' fluently. Nope! My first day at the new school found me surrounded by a mob of fellow pupils chanting "Ay-oop, Brummie bastard" and other such pleasantries. I quickly developed a Nottinghamshire accent and blended in as soon as possible, whilst still resorting to 'Border' once indoors.
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ReplyDeleteI'm picking that Perter Blake book from the library tomoz so I'll post a few relevant quotes from it on here that you guys can refer to on your essays, hope this helps.
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PETER BLAKE
ReplyDeleteANECDOTES & PERSONAL HISTORY
The Royal and Ancient Burgh of Selkirk
Around mid-day December 8th 1948, by Scottish Soldier out of Border Maiden, I made my first appearance - christened John Beattie Dempsey but always called Ian. When I later asked, "Why Ian?", I was told it was the Gaelic for John. My parents weren't Gaelic speakers, but were proudly Scots and, although we lived 'in exile' amongst the English for twelve years, their accents never changed in the slightest. Every year we made the pilgrimage back to Selkirk for the "Day of Days" - Selkirk Common Riding. it was always referred to as "going home".
Shortly before our emigration to England
Having a strong Scots Border accent did me no favours when I started school in Redditch, the local dialect was distinctly 'Brummie'. Like all children, I wanted to fit in and very quickly learned to talk like my contemporaries so, outside the house, I was as broad a 'Brummie' as you could get but, once I crossed the threshold, straight back to Border Scots. I was teased unmercifully by my cousins and relatives when we went 'home' to Selkirk: "Here comes the Englishman/Sassenach" etc. The result of this abuse led to me retaining my Scots accent to such an extent that, when I visit Selkirk today, I have a stronger local accent than most of them ... and mine's pure 1950s!
Having an ear for dialects came in useful later in my career, but it was honed in an atmosphere of self-preservation - school playgrounds. When, in 1961, we moved to Mansfield Woodhouse, it never occurred to me that I would have a problem as I spoke 'English' fluently. Nope! My first day at the new school found me surrounded by a mob of fellow pupils chanting "Ay-oop, Brummie bastard" and other such pleasantries. I quickly developed a Nottinghamshire accent and blended in as soon as possible, whilst still resorting to 'Border' once indoors.
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