For me, a Canadian snowbird, winter in Teakwood Village in Largo, Fla., is a lot of fun and it’s amazing how many things there are to do there. I’m a little on the lazy side so I don’t take part in anything that requires me to keep to a schedule. I do, however, enjoy the Ladies’ Friendship Club, which is much like it sounds—a casual gettogether where ladies meet for lunch in the clubhouse and enjoy one another’s company.
One day, after one of our meetings, I was helping to clean up when a young man came over to me and asked if I knew where he could find a sewing machine. A lot of activities take place in that clubhouse, including crafts, so the question did not seem unreasonable. I decided to ask one of the other ladies for help and, because of the noise in the room, I had to raise my voice. When the young man heard me asking about a sewing machine, he came beetling over and said, ”Excuse me, ma’am, but I am looking for a “sodie” machine.
Sodie machine? When it finally dawned on me what he was searching for, trying hard not to laugh, I told the young man where he could find the ”soft drink” machine.
What we had here was not really a communication problem—it was more of a cultural thing. He was very much an American from somewhere in the south and I was very much a Canadian from somewhere in the north. As far as I am concerned, I don’t have any accent when I speak, but that young man sure had a funny one! I’ll bet you though, that he has had a few laughs telling his friends about the old lady he met who talked funny and didn’t know what a “sodie machine” was! Dorothy Hannah, Lacolle, Que.