I’ve a piece on the homepage as we speak titled “Altering, and Staying the Similar.” What offers? A widely known line from The Leopard goes, “If we wish all the things to remain the identical, all the things wants to alter.” The Leopard is a novel by Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa written within the mid Fifties. It has now been was an American opera. So has The Backyard of the Finzi-Continis, the novel by Giorgio Bassani, printed just a few years after The Leopard. I write about these items in my article.
All proper, let’s have some mail — responding to my “Snapshots of America,” a travelogue of kinds, printed on Friday. Let me quote a bit from that column, or travelogue, or no matter it was:
Tucson. Is there a metropolis in the US with a stranger pronunciation, in mild of the spelling? What do you inform a foreigner? The “c” is silent? I suppose you do.
I feel I can bear in mind once I stated “Tuckson,” as a child. It was in all probability watching the NCAA basketball event, with the College of Arizona, that set me straight.
A reader of ours — a Polish American — writes,
I, too, pronounced it “Tuckson” until I realized higher. Do you know there’s a metropolis in Poland whose identify is spelled “Łańcut” and is pronounced “WINE-sooth”? I get that “Przemyśl” ought to, after all, be pronounced “Pshemish,” however the “Łańcut” factor is simply bizarre! Makes me ponder whether my ancestors and forebears wrote their dictionaries and developed their tongues whereas consuming copious quantities of vodka!
In my piece, I wrote,
Girls and gents, the entire nation is tattooed. I imply, the entire frickin’ nation — from San Diego to Bangor, from Seattle to Key West. Each single particular person is tattooed to the gills. I hate it. None of my enterprise, however I hate it. Self-vandalism, in my (irrelevant) opinion.
A reader writes,
I bought over any inclination towards tattoos in Hayward, Calif., in 2000. One other agent and I had been at lunch in one thing like a Denny’s. There have been two publish–middle-aged girls a few cubicles down who bought as much as depart. They had been wearing tank tops and shorts (possibly ill-advisedly). Certainly one of them had a tattoo of some kind on her higher arm — unrecognizable. I stated to my lunch companion, “That’s why you don’t get tattooed: Sometime, you’ll be that age and nobody will have the ability to inform what it’s.”
In that piece, I had just a few notes about Chelsea, Somerville, Medford — burgs exterior Boston. A reader writes,
I used to be born in Somerville within the shadow of Tufts 80-plus years in the past. Again then, Somerville was sometimes known as “Slumerville”: It was a working-class principally Irish/Italian metropolis; one of the crucial densely populated cities in the US (104,000 in 4 sq. miles). Rising up there, I don’t bear in mind ever seeing a black or Hispanic particular person. It was not “cool” to be LGBTQ in Somerville once I lived there. Now Somerville is as numerous as any metropolis within the U.S. and 1,000-sq.-ft. condos promote for over $1 million. Somerville isn’t as lefty as Cambridge however shut.
Medford was extra Italian and a bit extra upscale and hasn’t modified as a lot as Somerville. We known as it “Medfed.”
Chelsea was initially a Jewish enclave. My dad (born in Somerville) as a child went to Chelsea each Saturday morning to mild the stoves of Jewish of us who for non secular causes had been forbidden to mild a fireplace. He was paid 25 cents per household. Chelsea is now dwelling to many Hispanics and many upscale millennials. Tempus fugit.
My previously completely Irish/Italian Catholic parish church and faculty (St. Clement’s) on the Medford/Somerville line is now a Vietnamese Catholic church. Thanks for the reminiscences.
And thank you, every person.