Thank heavens that I get an email each time YucaBaby publishes another one of her great posts, else I would have completely forgotten to tell you all about Bilingual in the Boonies, a new blog by Carrie of Los Pollitos Dicen:
My grandmother, Evelina, is the reason her grandchildren speak Spanish.
The ornery old woman — of dense body, worn-out chancletas and heavy perfume – refused to allow my cousins and me to speak English inside the house.
“Afuera, coño! Afuera!’’ Mama would yell. “En mi casa no se habla ingles.’’
When it’s 98 degrees in Miami, you don’t want to get kicked out of the house. Besides, there’s only so much time a kid can spend harassing lizards. (Oh, the things we did to the poor lizards.)
So, while our parents increasingly spoke English to us as we grew, my grandmother stuck by her rule. Not once did she budge. And while she understood English, she refused to speak it. (I bet, though, if Bob Barker had stepped out of the TV screen and into her bedroom, she would have whispered sweet gringo nothings to the Price is Right host, her novio.)
Carrie’s a former journalist who now “hangs full time with her bilingual-in-the-making toddler.” Not an easy thing, to teach Spanish to a child in rural Tenessee. Bilingual in the Boonies is all about Carrie’s adventures to instill her daughter with the Spanish language.