Grandma’s Accent

<p>You don&rsquo;t hear your grandma&rsquo;s accent until you move away from the place she called home the better part of her life. You don&rsquo;t recognize her accent until you come back, your ears attuned to new accents, other dialects, different patterns of speaking. Only then does her accent appeal to your ear,&nbsp;ring true, full-fledged, undeniable.</p> <p>Nobody on the planet says New York quite like a New Yorker. Nobody pronounces Harlem like a Harlemite, like my grandma did. It wasn&rsquo;t slick talk. My grandma didn&rsquo;t do slick talk. She is sure to have endured her share of slick-talkers, spent a lifetime dodging folks with their slick talking ways. But it was never my grandma&rsquo;s aim to slick talk her way through. She lived her life straight-ahead, shoulders square. This is just the way she learned to speak. An accent she grew to embody as part of a new way of living in her adopted home. Then she&rsquo;d drop a phrase -&nbsp;<em>&#39;don&rsquo;t make me no nevermind,&#39;</em>&nbsp;and her Savannah roots would come sliding through. That was my Grandma&nbsp;Marguerite: Georgia born, NYC raised, Harlem to the core.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/@jedah.mayberry/grandmas-accent-c7e969627f72"><strong>Visit Now</strong></a></p>