“I can see how easy it is to think of us as quaint,” J. said, having read I can’t remember which of my blog posts.
I admitted that I was stretching the quaintness and she admitted that she understood that and we’re still speaking, for which I’m grateful because I like J. But the comment stays with me. I’m not sure if she was amused, hurt, critical, or some mix of them all, and I didn’t think to ask.
I’m not sure how I feel about the conversation, either. Is quaint even the right word? I do look for things to laugh about. Does that end up painting a picture of quaintness? I’m not sure, but I hereby officially admit that I’m exaggerating when I write about Britain. Or as a karate teacher I used to study with liked to say, over-exaggerating. Not by making anything up, but by ignoring the counterbalance: both the oddities of the U.S.—my home country—and the ordinariness of Britain.
But foreigners are always tempted to do that. The mailboxes are a different shape? How quaint! How charming! Or, if you’re looking for something to disapprove of, as some people are the minute they’re out of their comfort zone, How backwards! How ignorant! Mailboxes should be square, with a rounded top.
Besides, it’s harder to see the oddities of the culture you’re used to. That’s one of the gifts that being an outsider brings. Drop me back in the U.S. after almost nine years in the U.K. and I expect things I took for granted would look odd. But I’m not there. I work with what’s in front of me, always trying to remember my own absurdity as well, and if possible put more stress on that than on anyone else’s.
So for the sake of balance, here’s a list five of non-quaint things that happened recently.
- The sun rose this morning. It has no accent, respects no borders, and is not impressed by anyone’s nationalism. Thank you, sun. We all need to be reminded.
- My car’s oil pressure is low and I left it with the mechanic. [This actually happened a few days ago, but I’ll leave it in the present tense for the illusion of immediacy it creates—and out of laziness.] Probably my fault (bad car owner, wicked car owner). I’d let the oil get low, but I don’t think it was low enough to account for idiot light flashing on. This is distinctly un-quaint, and I feel distinctly idiotic.
- The mechanic just called. On Wild Thing’s phone, which is the number we gave him. That seemed to make sense at the time—never mind why—only Wild Thing’s not home right now and she couldn’t give me the number to call him back because it’s on her phone and she was using the phone to talk to me and yes, she could have hung up and written it down and called back but she doesn’t have a pen with her. Or paper. And the phone numbers here have a shitload of digits; they’re hard to remember. I’d look the number up but it doesn’t belong to a shop. The mechanic’s a local guy working out of his garage and using his cell phone. Besides, I don’t actually know his last name. Everyone around here swears by him and the garage I’ve used up to now just screwed something up for me. So Wild Thing called the mechanic to give him our home number, but he was on the phone too (it happens that way sometimes), so he couldn’t enter the number. All of that could happen anywhere. I’m not playing quaint with this, although I could. It’s just what happened.
- A couple in the village are coming up on their golden wedding anniversary. Yay them!
- I’m trying to remember how many years a golden anniversary marks. If I have to bet, I’m putting my money on fifty. Google could find someone who’d be happy to let me know, but I’d rather be amused by my ignorance.
- I am, not uncharacteristically, cheating on this list since points two and three are related and four and five are are too. Which is why I’ve added this as a bonus point—six items in a list of five. You can’t say you don’t get your money’s worth out of this blog. Which is a double negative, giving you even more bang for your buck.
When living in country…your country now that used to be my country but no longer is…I took great offense at friends (over from their country to visit me and my then-but-not-now country) who used the q-word to describe my then country. Your first point (and I’ll paraphrase please thank you so much) “The sun rose….. It has no accent, respects no borders, and is not impressed by anyone’s nationalism…” All your “points” , Ellen, remind me so much of living in my then-but-not-now country I am overwhelmed with homesickness. I think I’ll drive on the “wrong side” of the road today to make myself feel better. Maybe not…
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No, stop! Stay on the right side of the road. In some things, we just have to accommodate the new country. Honest.
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Oh this made me laugh out loud, but at the same time, tears welled up in my eyes. I lived in England for 8 years–and on a scale from London to Loose, near Maidstone in Kent–began miserably but by the end of my stay, sobbed on the way to the airport headed for Australia. I have never recovered from my Anglophilia.
And just to give a p.s. to Ellen’s funny post…
The word “quaint” itself nearly became extinct–and therefore use of it, became, ahem, quaint. It didn’t start off meaning what it does now: old-fashioned, charming. Oh no. Its early meaning meant cunning, proud, ingenious.
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Now that I didn’t know. I love the way words change their meanings. Except when I have to hear it happen. I hate it when people say “literally” to mean figuratively.
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Wish I could edit that grammar error out of my post!!! Its–the possessive form–no apostrophe–and truly, it’s one of my pet sore thumbs as a Ms. Grundy aka English professor. So, note everyone–autocorrect is my worst enema.
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Zap: The error no longer exists. Oh, the joy of being able to reverse time, reverse errors, reverse embarrassments. I’m not touching the last sentence in this latest post, though.
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So they don’t have text in the UK? (Because that’s how I would forward the mechanic’s number, since I’m marginally more likely to use a scrap of paper than my phone.) How quaint!
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Also, I should mention that I have watched Doc Martin and it’s official and indisputable: Cornwall is irredeemably quaint.
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Have you seen the movie that Doc Martin was spun off from? It’s called Saving Grace, and it’s very, very funny.
And quaint.
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We saw a couple movies starring Martin Clunes, set in the same town, same basic idea but … awful. SO not funny! But I just googled “Saving Grace” and that looks like something different – in fact, if she goes into business growing marijuana, I’ve seen it, and you’re right, it’s hilarious. Added to Netflix queue – thank you!
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Another convert. I’ve done my good deed for the day.
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They do have text. We’re just too much from another century to know how to transfer the number from the contacts list to the message screen.
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Buy five, get one free ? That’s pretty quaint. ☺
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It works for the supermarkets…
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Well now here’s the thing. Having lived in both places I can see British post boxes as quaint but not US ones. Why Ellen, Why? (Yeah that’s right..I said it. POSTbox not MAILbox! :D )
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Umm. I dunno. The truth is that I can too. The British ones are older, maybe, and age somehow gives things depth–or at least the illusion of depth? I understand there are people who “collect” mailboxes (ahem) by going around and noting the dates on the oldest ones, so they must feel that age adds something.
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Lol. I’m liking the throat clear.
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I must look up “Saving Grace”–love Doc Martin. But I’m confused since I have seen two movies with that title and neither had thing to do with the Doc Martin story. In fact, one starred Tom Conti (one of my favorite actors–particularly in the Alan Ayckbourn plays “The Norman Conquests”), as the Pope–a new Pope who accidentally gets locked out of the Vatican and has some adventures that are seriously poignant but also very seriously funny.
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No popes in the Saving Grace I’m thinking of. Take a look here for info.
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So true, the “quaint” thing, I mean. Looks lovely. I admit to being an anglophile — watch mostly BBC shows like “Scott & Bailey,” “Foyle’s War,” “Inspector Lewis,” etc.
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I watched them a lot more before I moved here. Funny, isn’t it?
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That is funny. Of course I also watch American TV like Breaking Bad, Deadwood, The Wire and other quality shows.
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We manage to pick those up over here as well.
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Hahaha! I enjoyed this immensely. Definitely not quaint.
So nice to make your acquaintance by the way, through Jason’s challenge. :)
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Glad to have found you as well. His challenge was an inspired one.
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It was. :)
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You make a really good point about not commenting on the boring stuff which, even when living on the opposite side of the world, is most of existence.
Great blog post :)
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Thanks. I won’t bore you (or myself) by saying anything more.
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I grew up outside Detroit. A reputation for quaintness is not a bad thing.
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True. But I’m wary of making it out to be not-real.
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