Okay, so you want to speak Italian? Read the following story of The Three Bears with a heavy Italian accent and see if you understand what you're saying. I'll get you started with the first couple of lines: Once upon a time was three bears; mamma bear, pappa bear, and baby bear. Live in country near forest. Nice house, no mortgage. One day pappa, mamma, and baby go beach, hurry and forget to lock the door.
Now you try...(BTW, the last word in the story is city hall)
Di Tri Berrese
Uans appona taim uas tri berrese; mamma berre, pappa berre, e beibi berre. Live inna contri nire foresta. Naise aus, no mugheggia. Uanna dei pappa, mamma, e beibi go bice, orie e furghetta locche di dorra.
Bai enne bai commese Goldilocchese. Sci garra nattingha tu du batte meiche troble. Sci puscia olle fudde daon di maute; no live cromme. Den sci gos appesterrese enne slipse in olle beddse. Bai enne bai commese omme di tri berrese, olle sannebronne enne send inne scius. Dei garra no fudde; dei garra no beddse. En uara dei goine du tu Goldilocchese? Tro erre aute inne strit? Colle pulissemenn?
Deis uas Italien berrese, enne dei slippe onne florre. Goldilocchese stei derre tri deise: dei esch erre tu meiche di beddse, sci runne omme craine tu erre mamma. Uatssiuse? Uara iu goine du? Go compleine sittiole?
Here are my comments and then the author's reply:
Soutenus said...PLEEEEEASE tell me that is real Italian??? It's a joke right? Cause I understood it all. If it was real Italian I wouldn't be able to understand it. It's a joke, right? And I want to speak Italian sooooo bad, you have no idea."Uara iu goine du?" MyMary (my adopted grandmother) used to say that ALL the time. My Mom's name was Marge and MyMary would say, "Uara iu goine du, ahMarchie?"
OK, now I have to go straight home from school and make some pizzelles -- I am missing MyMary so mucha!
Soutenus said...I did -- I did!! I was talking and gesturing and lost in a place (in my mind) where I really thought I had just come over from the old country!! My husband and son walked into the kitchen and thought I'd gone round the bend.
BTW -- I couldn't understand MyMary until I was about 10. I really did think her broken English was Italian and that both my parents were fluent.
Ciao!
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Soutenus- You are too, too funny! I don't want to burst your bubble by saying that this is not Italian...because it is, of sorts. Read it fast, wave your arms, and you could be Italian! In any case, there is nothing wrong in pretending...it fuels the imagination! And I have to say, I was craving pizzelle all afternoon!Ciao!