A village in Wales takes the cake. Welcome to:
I have the last 2 syllables down pat: gogo-go.
And I thought Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious was long.
To be honest I have a lot of trouble spelling words in our language, examples:
cholesterol.. I had to use spell check to get it right.
Alzheimer.. Again, I just misspelled it.
Chlorine.. I think it is the ‘h’ that gets me.
Pneumonia … is another one. (I get it most of the time because I have used a lot of pneumatic tools.)
I think sometimes it is laziness, in school I remember having to write the words I misspelled 50-100 times, and hand it in to a teacher. Now I have spellcheck (If I get close) to tell me, so I rely on that, instead of trying very hard to learn the spelling.
I can remember when I first started reading of German military ranks, I thought I could never be a Sargent Major= StabsfeldwebelStabswachtmeister ..I couldn’t even spell it much less pronounce it. I could go on, but you get my drift. I have always admired the ingenuity, ability and stamina of the German people. Now I know why they are ahead of us in language arts and studies, heck if they can spell their language, that alone amazes me.
I may have mentioned it before, but I worked with a man, an electronics engineer who in his youth was a farmer under the Hitler regime. If any of us had an automotive problem we could not solve, we could always go to Herman. I asked him one day about his abilities, they seemed endless. He told me that under the Nazi regime you produced on your farm without spare parts or any help, or they found someone who could, and GAVE your farm to them and you were sent to work in a factory for your food. He said, that is an incentive you will never forget.
Well I think it is deeper than that, I have since met folks or German descent who were born craftsmen. Ever heard of ‘shearinschnitte’, one of Dar’s hobbies (paper cutting) up in the North Wood. She just happens to have a lot of Blood from the Deutschland. All you gotta do is watch Mel and Cher’s stuff to know they also share that creative talent.
My friend Kenneth Conrad, seemed to run his farm on abilities like that.
Now, not downgrading us English-Scot-Irish-Frenchmen.(Whatever I am (mostly the son of Georgia Crackers)) we ain’t slouches, ‘just don’t know them big words!’
Thanks for coming by the log.
I believe everyone has a talent for something, it is just hard to find sometimes.
If my daddy had lived he would be 111 years old today.
Some German Cars