Learning a new language
I am learning a new language. Not a foreign language, it is Native American. If you were to ask Greg, he would tell you that I don't even know English very well (and Josh would probably agree with him). I found a CD by the name of Walela. The group is a trio composed of Rita Coolidge (anyone from the 60's or 70's should well remember her voice - the prettiest of the era), along with Pricisilla Coolidge and Laura Satterfield. All three are of Cherokee descent and have a beautiful harmony. One of the songs on the CD is Amazing Grace sung in Cherokee. It captivated me, so I started learning the words (they were typed out in the folder that came with the CD). It was a little difficult to understand a few of the words and Mike who is half Cherokee (but doesn't speak the language) didn't know the words either.
I went on line and found a place to order the instructions to learn to speak, read and write the Cherokee language. I have already taught Haley and Hannah a song in Cherokee ( a very simple song the women would sing to greet the new day). The language has a musical quality to it and I think it will not be as hard to learn to speak as it will be to learn how to write.
I have always been interested in the Native American culture, language and stories just about all my life. This interest was rekindled when I met Mike. Then last summer while we were camping in Tennessee, we visited my dad's brother. Tom informed me that he and dad were 1/4 Cherokee on my grandmother's side (that would make me an 1/8th). I had been told many years ago by Mom's brother that we had Creek and Choctaw blood in us on that side of the family. He even registered his girls as Native Americans.
Anyway, after hearing the song on the CD, I decided that time was a wastin'. Mike, the girls and I are going to learn the language, so we will have someone to practice with and also so we can talk to each other and no one else will know what we are saying. Ok Greg, I know there are times now when I speak that no one knows what I am saying, but all of you sure are entertained.
The Cherokee do not have a word for goodbye, they say "Let's meet again." So, "do da DA go hv? i". This is just the sounds for the letters in the Cherokee Syllabary. It is impossible to type the actual symbols for these sounds. I could write them but not on a computer as there are no symbols that correspond. Bet you think you know how to say them but you would be suprised.
I went on line and found a place to order the instructions to learn to speak, read and write the Cherokee language. I have already taught Haley and Hannah a song in Cherokee ( a very simple song the women would sing to greet the new day). The language has a musical quality to it and I think it will not be as hard to learn to speak as it will be to learn how to write.
I have always been interested in the Native American culture, language and stories just about all my life. This interest was rekindled when I met Mike. Then last summer while we were camping in Tennessee, we visited my dad's brother. Tom informed me that he and dad were 1/4 Cherokee on my grandmother's side (that would make me an 1/8th). I had been told many years ago by Mom's brother that we had Creek and Choctaw blood in us on that side of the family. He even registered his girls as Native Americans.
Anyway, after hearing the song on the CD, I decided that time was a wastin'. Mike, the girls and I are going to learn the language, so we will have someone to practice with and also so we can talk to each other and no one else will know what we are saying. Ok Greg, I know there are times now when I speak that no one knows what I am saying, but all of you sure are entertained.
The Cherokee do not have a word for goodbye, they say "Let's meet again." So, "do da DA go hv? i". This is just the sounds for the letters in the Cherokee Syllabary. It is impossible to type the actual symbols for these sounds. I could write them but not on a computer as there are no symbols that correspond. Bet you think you know how to say them but you would be suprised.
posted by Three C Farm at
10:53 PM
2 Comments:
I like that word for "good-bye." My dad hated saying good-bye. Instead he would opt for a southern, "Y'all go home with us."
Greg, you don't even have to be around me. It has gotten so bad that you can be on my mind, or just in the vacinity or I start to tell someone about you and I can't talk straight. But with the native language, YOU will not be able to tell if I screw up or not.
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