I've always regretted Roger not teaching our kids French as they grew up. His dad came from an island in the St. Lawrence River and his mom was first generation French Canadian/American. He went to parochial school in NH, speaking French half the day, then English.

When I first met his mom, I told him I loved her accent, it was very genteel and soft, almost Queen's English in sound. He told me never to mention it to her, as she had worked very hard, all of her life to lose any accent she may have had and would be offended and hurt if she knew I thought she had an accent. I thought that was so sad.

Other languages are literally like music to my ears. I stop when I hear them and try to listen closely as I find them so interesting and delightful. I have always been grateful that I went to schools where it was a matter of course to take other language classes and I loved my Latin and German classes. I wished they'd offered more.

Some of you might find this site interesting, as I do: ENDANGERED LANGUAGE REPOSITORY

Interesting discussion. Thanks,

kat