Some time ago I think I read that Paul Harvey passed on. I noted that with casual interest as years ago "late 1970's" when I was farming in the midwest our tractor radio only got a few stations well, and one of them had his Rest of the Story broadcast a few times a day. Those were particularly fun and interesting so I always took special interest when he spoke. Sometimes he would report regular news and I would be disappointed as the news was never as interesting as the Rest of the Story. We only worked 6 or 8 hours a day in the tractor in the spring and summer as that is when the field work happened and only the bigger tractors had radios. The rest of the year we only used them for chores and such so the chance of catching Paul Harvey was not so good. Well today I was thinking about that kind of thing and looking at this picture.
You have probably noticed how I like posting pictures of Diana. (she has been my best friend for over 27 years now) lets see that probably means I hit the big 50 soon, ouch. Anyway here she is in her kitchen. No you cant see much of the kitchen but there is the Chainik (electric tea pot) as well as the regular kind on the stove in the background and the window which looks out at the rose in the last post. Can you see the lace in the window. That is used like fly screen here, it is interesting and kinda pretty too.
The first week we were here we had lunch with some new friends. They served us rice with lintels and a sort of almost TexMex enchilada sauce on top. Diana being the Grandma at heart (In spirit only) that she is, she commented to our new friends daughter (about 9) that it looked really Yummy. This precious young lady politely informed us that Yummy is the brand name of the paper on the roll by the toilet. So not a good thing to equate with food. Interesting.
Living in a new culture is always interesting. It is quite intimidating as you make those first steps into the unknown. In several languages there is a formal speak and an informal speak. In english maybe the difference between (Hey Dude, and Excuse me Sir) sums it up. In russian we learned that some verbs as they move into this tense at least some of the time use the (sounds like "eateya" or eat ya) ending which is easy to remember as when you are using the formal tense for the first times usually the apprehension makes it easy to picture the other person gobbling you up if you speak incorrectly. Some things like that can add some humor to the situation and help ease the feelings and fear of the unknown. Having lived in four new language locations now I have come to the conviction that no one should be able to complain about the inability of another to communicate well in the formers mother tongue until they can communicate better in the other fellows mother tongue. Sort of the pot and kettle. Regardless of the official language I shouldn't complain about Mr. Lee's english until I can tell him it stinks in Mandarin Chinese or whatever language his mom yelled at him using when he got his good clothes dirty chasing the farm cat under the barn.
Oh yes back to the beginning. Well our young friend filled us in on the way things are done here. Toilet paper is Yummy and you wash your dishes and clothes in
"And now you know the rest of the story"
(phrase shamelessly plagiarized from the Paul Harvey radio segment by the same name)
Keep your eyes on The SON
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