A Little Ditty about a Ditzy Moment

crazy bookstoreFor some reason our bookstore FB page’s banner photo has been attracting attention again. Granted, it is a weird photo, and my favorite story about it used to be that it featured a national Korean magazine story about it. So over in Korea, people now think they know SW VA based on this photo. Think about it……

But this is my new favorite response. Our own local poet and part-time bookstore employee James Ryan penned this as a photo caption:

THE BOOKSTORE

Here’s just a little jingle
About a place to mingle
When your mind is tired and sore
There’s a quiet place
And a smiling face
At Tales of The Lonesome Pine Bookstore

You can pet a cat
Now imagine that
‘Til you are thoroughly smitten
You’ll find that adoption
Is a really good option
For that cute and playful kitten

You can find a book
In some bright nook
Or is it maybe a cranny
It’s a wonderful place
For the whole human race
You can even bring your Granny

If you’re in the mood
For some home-made food
Just visit our crowning glory
Because it’s really neat
To sit and eat
In the Café on the second story

The bookstore opens at ten
Tuesday thru Saturday is when
And the café opens at eleven
If your time allows
You can eat then browse
In our little slice of Heaven

So please come sit
And share your wit
With anyone who has time to do it
It’s a marvelous bookstore
And I’ll tell you what’s more
That’s our tale and we’re sticking to it

Divided by a Common Language

Jack’s guest blog post is all about communication –

This year I’m going back and forward more often than usual between Scotland and the US, so I’m more aware of the differences between US English and British English. When you factor in Scots and Scots English it gets even more ‘interesting’!

What I’ve discovered over the years is that it isn’t just about vocabulary, but also figures of speech and even cultural attitudes. Indeed, history and ‘imagined history’ feeds into the mix too.

Of course, I live in rural Appalachia which has a very particular form of American English and culture. Strangely enough a great many of the peculiarities that set Appalachian language apart can be traced directly back to Scots and Ulster Scots. Just today I had a group of ladies visiting the bookstore from Kingsport and I asked them what they would call a paper bag. As one, they responded – “a poke”- (exactly the same word my grandpa would have used).

Each year, around this time I begin to focus on my annual small group tour of Scotland, and part of that is to prepare the group for any difficulties of language and culture they may encounter. Some are fairly well known – sidewalk/pavement; pavement/road; dollar bill/pound note; no need for tipping etc., etc.

But despite my 12 years living here plus a previous 15 of annual visits I still get caught out. It was only recently I realized that few folks around here had any idea what a ‘fortnight’ was, and that taught me what it’s actually short for – fourteen nights.

What I have developed is an ability to recognize the expression on someone’s face when they have no idea what I’m talking about, but don’t want to seem rude or ignorant.

And I must admit that I usually get Wendy to check my guest blog posts, just in case I’ve slipped into Scots-English mode again.

Lang may yir lum reek – – –

Bless your heart – – –