Marjorie Holloway, better knows as Muma(pronounced muh-muh) is where this tale begins. Muma is a short, vibrant, hysterical lady who speaks her mind with little remorse and a thick accent. Born in Barbados and raised there, she grew up with 2 sisters who later died before having children. Continue reading Immigration, Accents, and Rebirths
Immigrants Speak Out?
I was walking home from the store the other day and came across this. I’m not entirely sure what was going on, but I saw the signs the people were holding and instantly thought of this class.
Del español… to the English
My family and I decided to strive for better opportunities in life, and although it took about two years for the outcome to manifest, I am glad it happened that way. We left all we had in Colombia and embarked on a journey to enter this country. Continue reading Del español… to the English
The Adventures of a Californian-Canadian
It’s interesting, being a Californian in New York City. Although I don’t notice it, New Yorkers say that I have an accent; and, without fail, the magical word ‘California’ evokes images of sandy beaches, tanned bodies, and celebrities. Although I can’t necessarily blame New York; Californians have a similar idea in spirit, if not in specifics, of the Big Apple.
New Yorkers say that I’m a Californian; Californians say that I’m Canadian. It’s a bit of an interesting dichotomy, albeit an understandable one. Talk to me long enough and you’ll understand. The accent never fails to surface. But the question then arises: why on earth does a Californian have a Canadian accent? (And how on earth does someone the colour of sour cream survive in California?) Continue reading The Adventures of a Californian-Canadian
A Journey To The Other Half Of The World
During the winter, New York is a complete contrast to my parent’s home country of Burma. In Yangon, the capital of Burma, the heat scorches the pavement and the air vibrates in the light. My parents came from a country that was the opposite of New York City. My mother would have never imagined that she would live in a city halfway across the world. My father would have never imagined that he would be treating patients in an American hospital. I am sitting here today because of my parents’ journey to America.
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