Tuesday, August 15, 2006

How Many Languages?

"How many languages do you speak?"

That's the question that linguists get all the time, and of course, it's meaningless in the way people mean it. Often we linguists are analyzing and studying languages that we don't know well--that we sometimes don't even speak.

This weekend, though, I was cleaning out some storage with my middle daughter, Carissa, and I ran across some ephemera from my life as a linguist in an old file cabinet--things I'd forgotten--my old Arabic notes and two papers I'd written from them, my Tagalog notes, a handout on Bahnar (a Mon-Khmer language from Vietnam) reduplication and speech play, some transcriptions of Ayta hunting stories from the Philippines, and more.

It brought back a question that Camille, my oldest, asked me one night driving in the car. "Dad, how many languages have you worked with?" That night we tallied all the languages I could remember some involvement with and both of us were a bit surprised.

So, to reprise...

When I was in Junior High, I used my lunch money and bought my first book on another language--a German dictionary and began learning some words and reading the grammar notes in it.

Later, still in Junior High, I plunked down my lunch money and bought another book and started studying Russian. I didn't get far, but it was fun knowing something that absolutely no one else in my small Arkansas hometown did!

Then when I hit High School, I took my first actual language course--Latin--and it was revelation seeing where so much of our English vocabulary came from.

The next year, I took French.

My first year in college, I returned to German taking a class at the Citadel. I was doing so well that my instructor, a former colonel in military intelligence began talking to me about pursuing a career in intelligence. This was in 1969 at the height of the cold war, and German was one of the hot languages since Germany and Austria were hotbed countries. Unfortunately (?), I broke my leg through the knee playing football and ended my military career before it began.

The next year, I took French again--this time in college.

In the early 1970's I made my first trip into Mexico, driving all the way to Iguala, Guerrero and then making my way onward to la tierra caliente--the hot country of Guerrero and Michoacan. On that trip I began learning Spanish.

A few years later in the middle 1970's, I was helping Al Baker, a quadriplegic friend, run Casa Hogar de Los Niños in Oaxaca, Mexico. At Casa Hogar, I was living with a Mexican family and several orphaned and handicapped children. That's where my Spanish really comes from. Also when I was living in Oaxaca, I began learning some Zapotec and some Mixtec--two of the larger language groups in that very linguistically diverse state.

It was in Oaxaca that I met Lorraine. In 1978, I was back in the US and married and studying linguistics. While in Dallas, I spent 3 months studying Palestinian Arabic as a field methods language. That is, I was learning it as a linguist with a speaker of the language--no grammar books--gathering my own data and analyzing the sound system and grammar and producing two papers from my notes.

Later, Lorraine and I both took two courses one summer that were offered together by Bob Longacre: Trique (as a nonIndo-European language) and Historical and Comparative Linguistics using the Otomanguean language family as the exemplar. We studied Trique (the first language recognized to have 5 levels of tone) in depth, and focussed on the Zapotec, Mixtec, Trique, Chinantec, and Otomi languages in the other course. We had to work with each of those languages in homework, papers, and exams.

Later, as I was finishing my early linguistic studies, a friend who wanted us to come to the Philippines suggested I do a comparative reconstruction project on the southern Mindanaon languages including Tboli and two varieties of Blaan. In preparation, I also studied Tiruray and one variety of Bagobo that were rumored to be related (though I eventually decided they were not closely enough related to be included in my study).

When we arrived in the Philippines, I spent several months in language school studying Tagalog. Then later, I began surveying unwritten languages--which was to be the focus of my linguistic career for more than 20 years.

The first language survey I ever did was of the negrito peoples speaking Ayta languages living on the Bataan Peninsula, around Mt. Pinatubo (which later erupted scattering many of the Ayta from their homelands), and in the mountain jungles stretching as far north as Botolan. In that survey, we discovered that there were 5 distinct Ayta languages in that area.

(to be continued)

1. German
2. Russian
3. Latin
4. French
5. Spanish
6. Mixtec
7. Zapotec
8. Palestinian Arabic
9 . Trique
10. Chinantec
11. Otomi
12. Tboli
13. Blaan
14. Tiruray
15. Bagobo
16. Tagalog
17. Ayta

Friday, June 09, 2006

Carissa's 21st Birthday

Today was Carissa's 21st birthday! In the days leading up to today, it just seemed like one more birthday coming--a milestone, to be sure--but this morning as I woke, I lay in bed with the realization that this too is one more very significant transition during a time filled with them.

Tonight we went to Mi Tierra, a local favorite Mexican restaurant, to celebrate. After dinner, they put a hat on her and seranaded her!



Then later we had the waitress take a picture of the three of us.



It was a fun time to be with Carissa, and Christina!


June 9, 2006

Sunday, May 28, 2006

Christina's High School Graduation -- May 24, 2006



Left to right: Middle daughter Carissa, me, Christina, my sister Jan, Camille my oldest who lives in Germany.

On Wednesday night May 24th, Christina graduated from Ironwood Ridge High School. Christina had had 5 spinal surgeries (two on one day!) over a 4 year period. Amazingly she was able to keep up and graduate with her classmates. Her uncomplaining nature and determination through several years of surgery and recovery have truly been inspiring.

Our celebration was made even more special by my dad and sister coming from Arkansas, and Camille coming from Germany for the week! Posted by Picasa

My Dad--Papaw--'s Legacy


My youngest neice, Lisa, is a talented singer-song writer in a raw blues/jazz tradition--finalist in the 2005 BMI John Lennon Songwriter's Contest, and headed to North Texas State University on scholarship in the Applied Jazz Vocalist track. (Hear a sample of her music including her John Lennon Songwriter's finalist song, "Journey" at Porch Swing Sessions.)

Lisa posted the following tribute to my dad--called Papaw by all the grandkids--on her blog recently:

My PaPaw has been visiting us this week. He is magical. He feeds squirrels from his hands. He speaks the language of all fruit bearing plants and they tell him exactly when and which to pick. He sits by the lake and fish jump from the water onto the land beside him. His wisdom does not require words for expression. He can sleep at anytime, but always wakes up before any important happenings. He speaks only fleetingly of pain, and never before the task is complete. I'm blessed to have him in my family.


My oldest daughter, Camille, remarked to me how incredibly Lisa captured the essence of my dad in those words. I have to agree.

My dad is an incredible person, known by most in my home county in Arkansas and beloved by nearly everyone. I've been more than fortunate to have him in my life.





Friday, October 07, 2005


With Camille in Alaska, July 2002 Posted by Picasa

Saturday, September 17, 2005



Hi Girls,

Just today, I ran across a copy of a letter I'd written in August of 1995 soon after we'd moved here to Tucson. It was one of the hottest summers on record for this area. I thought you might enjoy a few paragraphs from it.

The felt tip drawing of a saguaro cactus above, was a doodle that I'd made down near my signature on the letter.

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Imagine waking up in a place where the contrast between life and death is a stark, everyday reality, where daytime temperatures can soar above 120°, where it seems everything can prick, scratch, or poison you. Imagine living in a place where even the plants have names like shin-dagger agave, cat's claw, devil's claw, and the jumping cholla cactus is so-named because it seems to jump right off the bush onto you.

This is a land where the insects have names like assassin bug, and there are more than 20 kinds of scorpion (one, deadly), to say nothing of black widow and brown recluse spiders. We have 8 varieties of rattlesnake, coral snakes, and the Gila Monster, one of only two poisonous lizards in the world, lives here. In our neighborhood, even the street names such as, Thornberry, Thornapple, and Silverthorn, sound inhospitable. Welcome to Tucson! Welcome to the Sonoran Desert!

On the other hand, the Sonoran Desert is filled with life. Morning, noon, and evening, we watch coveys of Gambel quail with their distinctive topknots compete with mourning doves, rosy finches, and pyrrhuloxia to get their share of the scattered bird seed in our yard. It's difficult to step out any of our doors without seeing cottontails or huge jackrabbits scurrying away throught the cactus and mesquite. Our near neighbors also include several varieties of hummingbirds, horned toads, coyotes, and deer.

Right up from the desert floor rise lush "sky islands," biologically diverse mountain tops isolated from one another by vast expanses of desert. On some of them you can drive from "Mexico to Canada" in an hour--from the cactus of the desert floor to firs, spruces, and aspens at 10,000 feet, the home of bears, elk, squirrels, and mountain sheep.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005



Hi Girls,

Here's a pic that I thought you would all enjoy. I'm not a good judge of age in young children, but I suspect this had to have been taken in 1952 or 1953. I'm on the backsteps of a home (my parents'?, grandparents'?) in southern AR.

I am trusting and praying all's well with you all.

Dad

Friday, September 02, 2005


Here is my REAL legacy--my three incredible, beautiful, and beloved daughters--Camille, Carissa, and Christina. They are the most important part of me and my life going into the future.

On the left is Camille. By the age of 13, she'd won a statewide piano competition (against older and more experienced players) in Arkansas. At 16, she traveled with a teen team across India to lay the foundation for an orphanage dormitory outside Vijayawada, and they did it the old-fashioned way--with only hand tools. It was a trip filled with a great deal of physical and emotional hardship, including the death of a team member as they traveled across the sub-continent by train.

Camille graduated from the Eastman School of Music in vocal performance and music education in the spring of 2004. In August of that year, she was married to a classical trumpet player. She and her husband currently live in Bremen, Germany where they both continue to study, and he has a job with the orchestra.

(So far, my favorites of her performances have been as Maria from West Side Story and as Mabel, the love interest in Gilbert and Sullivan's Pirates of Penzance).

Carissa, my middle daughter, is on the far right. She is also an accomplished pianist. (Both she and Camille taught piano to a stable of students as the sole apprentice under Dr. June Chow-Tyne for their after school jobs in high school). Carissa was also an award winning member of a high school academic decathalon team that ranked in the top 20 teams in the nation.

In her Senior year in a 3,000 member high school, she was designated a National Merit Scholar--a nationwide honor based on academic achievement. Carissa is currently a Junior at Wheaton College in the Chicago area.

Christina (in the middle) is my youngest. Christina's my Tigger. All three of my daughters are spunky young women, but I think Christina got a double portion.

In August, she started her Senior year of high school--just less than 6 weeks after having two spinal surgeries in June--one, quite extensive. I believe in some ways, Christina's the most competitive of the three. It isn't yet apparent where her drive will take her, but she will undoubtedly follow her own path when she finds it with verve and ambition.

The most amazing thing about Christina is her personal courage in the face of adversity. In the past four years, she's had 5 spinal surgeries. All have been painful, and some recoveries have been very difficult. Through it all, she's never really complained nor asked why this was happening to her. I'm humbled by her spirit.

So... This is the space where I intend to write down some of the thoughts and principles that have been important to me through my life--and which have given comfort and guidance in times of trouble.

It's also where I will probably write down incidents and reminisces from my life... and from theirs--the personal memories and perspectives that I want to preserve for them.

They are MY legacy, but this is my legacy to THEM.

LEGACY

As the first installment of my legacy to you, my daughters, I leave you two simple thoughts.

The first is a simple bit of doggerel by Robert Louis Stevenson:

Life is so filled with a number of things,
I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.


That short verse has served as a motto for me--in fact, I think I was living my life that way from nearly my earliest childhood. I was always curious, and as you all know, I still am!

It's funny, though, I always remembered the poem slightly wrong, but I like my version even better than Stevenson's original. :-)

Life is so filled with wonderful things,
I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.


The second thought I want to leave with you in this first installment of my legacy to you is the verse from the Bible that has come back to me over and over and over in the last 7 years. You girls know what all's gone on. I can only tell you that God has sustained me throughout that time... and for many years earlier too--both in the sense of his presence and in the friendship and care of his people.

Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, and faithful in prayer.
Romans 12:12


There are many other good--and important--thoughts all round those verses, and I'm tempted to put them in with this passage too, but I decided against it because these three thoughts were central and persistent encouragement through many very very dark times.

And with that thought, I will close this post. In days to come, I intend to add other things to the legacy I wish to leave you. I love the three of you very, very much.

Dad


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