a secret language that is. i don't speak
quenya or elven or even
klingon...........i speak
italian. actually i speak a dialect - and in fact,
i've lost most of it.
i don't know when i first learned
english. my guess is that it was when i started playing with the neighborhood kids.
i'm not exactly sure how or when my mother learned to speak
english. my guess is that it was also when i started playing with neighborhood kids. my father worked in countries other than
italy starting at age 16 so he picked it up from there. it was difficult for all of us becoming bilingual. being the oldest child - i was now the teacher of
english in our home...and that was difficult when i was learning myself! my mother
often tells me the story about how i needed a notebook for school and she had no idea what that was. so every day
i'd come home upset b/c once again
i'd gotten in trouble by the nuns b/c i didn't have a notebook. finally my mother had to go to a neighbor's house and ask what exactly was a notebook!
i remember one particular day in school where my teacher asked me to say something in
italian to the class........and i did.............and i got teased about it later. it was that moment that i stopped speaking
italian.
over the years
i've tried to get it back. i can make myself understood if need be. i went to visit my family in
italy alone and had no problem communicating with them (and honestly - there is nothing like making people who speak another language laugh - in their own language!) i took
italian in college (thinking it would be an easy A) and found that the proper
italian language was much different and too confusing compared to the small town dialect that i spoke.
i'm sure that if i really put my mind to it it would come back to me - but for now i know what i know.
but.........and here is where the secret comes in - i can UNDERSTAND it perfectly.
my cousins and i are all first generation
americans....and we are all in the same boat - we speak little
italian but understand it completely. our parents - while they can speak
english - prefer speaking
italian. our conversations drift in and out of both languages.
english words mix with
italian ones. a sentence can start in
italian and end in
english. a question will be asked in
italian and answered in
english.......i remember the day i realized that in my head i was hearing it all in
english but in fact it was being spoken in
italian and i marveled at the lightening quick translation skills of my mind.
none of this was a big deal until we started having friends and boyfriends and husbands over. since all of our gatherings center around a table - there are lots of conversations going on at once. the
italians are good at including the
americans by speaking
english and if there is a heated discussion that slips into
italian - it is quickly translated by someone......no harm, no foul. the
italians even slip into and out of
italian with each other - the men more so speak
english (a product of being in the
work world perhaps?) while the women tend to stay in all
italian.
what i love about my secret is that it is our FAMILY secret - a secret language between my generation and our parents generation. we have used it a variety of ways - sometimes to secretly tell our moms to shut up or lay off when they are going too far in a conversation - other times to slip a comment (
ok usually a jab) into a conversation - a private aside that you don't want to share with everyone....just the women present ;-)
this past weekend we were down the shore. we were all sitting around the table - my husband and i, my brother and his wife, my parents and my father's cousins. the conversation was flowing in and out of
italian and
english. we were all having a great time talking and laughing. at one point i sat back and realized - sadly - that once my parents generation was gone - so our secret language will disappear. my cousins and i will still be able to understand
italian - but for how long? we won't speak it to each other - except for the occasional word or two that we use for comedic purposes. we won't speak it to our children b/c even though they have learned a word or two over the years - they don't speak it. i do however wonder how much they have absorbed while sitting at the table listening to us...but that's another post.
the
italian language is a huge part of my life. my mother only speaks to me in
italian. i like that that is something we have between us. (for whatever reason my father only speaks to me in
english!) it is what
separates our family from those of my friends. it gives us identity in a society where not many families have one.
i will really miss our secret language when its gone. i can't even really explain it to my children b/c how do you
adequately express a feeling? an identity? a longing?
oh well - luckily i have many years before my secret is lost forever. i am so thankful that i seen the beauty of it now before its too late. who knows - maybe i will try and develop a secret language for my boys......
besides, whats the point of a secret if you can't share it...................
i don't do alot of cooking in the summer. we are rarely home and the times we do find ourselves here - i usually end up looking into an empty fridge and sighing.....unable to find something exciting to cook.
