“I’ll take a bot’l o’ erl…” Brooklyn in Biloxi


Both of my parents were born in Brooklyn, but my father never betrayed it much; he'd somehow managed to lose his "deese, dems and does" in young adulthood. My mother, however -- while extremely precise in her speech for the most part -- managed to hang on to a few ear-shuddering noises specific to Cropsey Aveneue (using "bot'l" for "bottle", for example) and speak them to her dying day. I think she did it consciously, and stubbornly as a means of honoring her scrappy Scots-Irish roots.She … [Read more...]