Thursday, 1 July 2021

Thursday July 1st 2021

10:30 Lois goes out for a walk on the local football field, and she takes her phone with her, which is nice. I've been trying to encourage her to take more pictures, including selfies, to try and master the techniques involved. Good selfies are really difficult to achieve, I think.

She doesn't take any selfies today, as it turns out, but there are some interesting studies nonetheless.

this study is entitled "bashful bee"

this one is called "lonely crow"

ditto, with the lonely crow highlighted by my graphics team (i.e. me)



the parish council's idea of a meadow: an area
of the field that they aren't mowing, as a "nod" to local wildlife

Not bad are they! She's really coming on, I think.

While Lois does her walk, I do the exercises that Connor, my NHS physiotherapist has scheduled for me today, the so-called "List B".

14:30 We start the fortnightly meeting of our U3A Danish Group on Skype. Unfortunately Scilla, the group's Old Norse expert, can't join us today, but luckily there aren't any Viking references in the passages of Danish "Scandi-noir" crime novel, that we go through today, which is nice.

As usual the social chit-chat (in English) takes up most of the 1 hour 45 minutes of the meeting, and that's fine. In lockdowns and pandemics people don't get enough interaction, so it's nice to stock up on banter and old codger-talk, mostly news about children and grandchildren. 

The saga of Joy's daughter continues: she works for a company in Singapore but in the last year or so she's been working remotely from the UK and Portugal because of pandemic issues. While away from Singapore, she made the decision to keep paying the rent on her flat in Singapore: £900 a month for basically a one-room flat, with shared kitchen and bathroom; what madness, sheer extortion!!!! She kept the rent payments up, paying them each month, hoping to be able to go back to live there in Singapore when the pandemic was over, but now the owner is selling the building, so Joy's daughter has lost thousands of pounds to no good purpose. What a crazy world we live in !!!!

16:15 The meeting ends and Lois and I feel totally drained, as always after one of our Danish meetings. We try to wind down with a cup of Earl Grey tea and a current bun on the patio. The sun has come out, which is nice.



we relax with a cup of Earl Grey tea and a currant bun on the patio

16:30 I look at my smartphone. I'm pleased to see that one of our favourite Quora forum pundits, Stephen Taylor, has been weighing in on the vexed question of whether there's a "posh" American accent or not. 


Taylor writes, "I think there were several [posh American accents]. Emphasis on “were,” because these accents are on the verge of extinction now. I occasionally still hear them, but they’re so rare, your ears prick up.

George Plimpton (1927-2003) had the classic patrician upper-class New York accent, which if you didn’t know him, would make Plimpton automatically sound like a snob — except he wasn’t. (Plimpton was largely a sports writer, writing about baseball, the NFL, and Muhammad Ali.) It’s odd to listen to a man who sounds so much like an American “aristocrat” doing commercials for Mattel. Some Americans assume this is a “British” accent. (It isn’t.)

George Plimpton doing a sports report

Plimpton’s accent is actually a toned-down version of the almost foreign “Boston Brahmin” accent.

Believe it or not, the Boston Brahmin accent (as far as I know, rare even in Boston today) actually tried to adopt some of the “old plantation South accent,” even though Boston isn’t the South. This was a huge affectation, not a natural development. It was most noticeable in Bostonians like the poet Robert Lowell (1917–1977), who spent some time in Tennessee and Louisiana and admired Southern poets. This wasn’t a typical New England accent, and definitely nothing at all like a stereotypical Boston accent.

Robert Lowell

In fact, it had more in common with the way poets like John Crowe Ransom and Robert Penn Warren read their poetry. For some reason, Southern accents aren’t considered “posh,” but much of the “upper-class plantation” accent, where some Southerners learned to say “wah” instead of “war,” was part of trying to deliberately sound more like Victorian Britons (not very successfully).

You can hear some of this Southern “posh-ness” in the way Robert Penn Warren said words like 'are' and 'there', 'mirror' and 'air', 'water' and 'cellar'. There are many accents in the American South, but most Southerners have never talked like this, not even in Warren’s native western Kentucky:

Then there were Americans who deliberately tried to sound more “English.” Some of these Americans actually spent a lot time in England, where the accent rubbed off. (T.S. Eliot, who grew up in St. Louis, sounds about as English to me as Winston Churchill, whose mother was from Brooklyn.)

William F. Buckley, Jr., was another great example of this “cosmopolitan” American accent. Buckley was a New Yorker, but his mother was from New Orleans, he grew up partly in Mexico (English was actually Buckley’s third language), so in the act of being free of a “local” New York accent, he adopted the “transatlantic” accent — though tinged with a little Southern drawl. [??? - Ed]

T.S. Eliot was born in Missouri — but to a “Boston Brahmin” family. Then he moved to England when he was 25. I’m not sure whether he learned to talk like this in St. Louis or at Oxford, but it’s obviously a far cry from a typical Missouri accent:

If “posh” equals “sounding more like an upper-class person from England,” then there were plenty of Americans who did that. But that cultural urge died out by the 1960s, possibly once Americans had proven that you didn’t need to be English to be “cultural.” At the same time as some Americans were cultivating these accents — which are admittedly beautiful, in their own way — others were deliberately rejecting them. 

For all the talk about racial struggle in America, Americans often go out of their way to emphasis what class they belong to (or want to belong to). And often that means by not sounding “English,” which is often (stereotypically) equated with being “posh,” despite the amazing array of accents in the U.K. (For the record, the same thing happens in the U.K. itself. With probably 20 major accents and some lesser known ones, millions of Britons emphasis their class by speaking in a particular way.)

The “non-posh” Midwestern accents now predominate in America. It’s been said that the “standard American” accent today is an Ohio accent. The U.S. has a huge historical diversity of English-language accents. But if what’s said is true, then we’re all slowly being Ohio-ized.

Fascinating stuff !!!! But jolly complicated!

Lois and I wonder what accent it is that TV presenter Loyd Grossman has - is that 'Boston Brahmin'? We're not sure, but we think we should be told!

18:00 Our 10-year-old grandson Isaac has been performing in a musical, "The Big Bad Wolf" at Haslemere Hall, Surrey, today, but we'll have to wait to hear how that went. He's got one of the starring roles as the Big Bad Wolf, and will be singing a solo song.

Our 7-year-old twin granddaughters in Australia, Lily and Jessie, feel a special bond with Isaac, because they all share a birthday, later this month. Earlier today Jessie texted us to ask what's happening here today, so I told her about Isaac's big day.

texting with Jessie, our granddaughter in Australia

It's one of the pleasures of mine and Lois's "grandparent-hood" that we get texts from all our five  grandchildren now. We got this cute little text from Lily in Australia yesterday.

...and texting with Lily

Is it not worth all the money in the world to.... [Don't even think about saying that again! - Ed]

20:00 Lois and I settle down on the couch and watch a bit of TV, an interesting documentary about the Bronte sisters, presented by broadcaster Gyles Brandreth.


This is an hour's pleasant and undemanding viewing, with lovely views of the Yorkshire moors, where the three Bronte sisters lived their lives. They didn't really travel a lot anywhere else, so their incredibly successful books mainly come out of their little Yorkshire moor world, plus their imagination. 

It's fascinating tonight to see, for example, a hall with what was clearly the inspiration for "Cathy's window" (see 'Wuthering Heights'), and another hall with a little attic room where a real life woman called "Mad Mary" was incarcerated (see 'Jane Eyre').

The three sisters, like Victorians in general, were obsessed with mental illness, and this was the period when pseudo-sciences like phrenology began to be popularised. I guess the Brontes didn't have to look very far to find the sort of mental illness that would inspire some of the characters in their novels: not just the local madwoman "Mad Mary", but their own brother Branwell, who had plenty of issues on the mental front, to put it mildly. My god!

the attic room where local madwoman "Mad Mary" is believed
to have been incarcerated: the probable inspiration for
Bertha Mason, Rochester's first wife, in "Jane Eyre"

The sisters would have been amazed to see how their books have travelled the world since their deaths, enthusing readers from quite different cultures from Yorkshire's, that's for sure. And the popularity of Kate Bush's tribute single "Wuthering Heights" (1978) remains strong, even after 40 years, no doubt about that, either! 


synchronised "Kate Bush Wuthering Heights-dancing" 
Can it finally become an Olympic sport?, I ask myself.
I don't know, but I think we should be told!

22:00 We go to bed - zzzzzzzzz!!!!!

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