
My gram taught everything. There was literally not a subject in K-12 that she could not or did not teach. When I lived with her and she corrected me on something, I'd always shoot back "You're not an English teacher!" because she wasn't teaching English that year. I'll be damned if I can remember one of the things she corrected me on.
Nuclear? Well, I'm sure Uncle Sandy never ACTUALLY whapped me upside the head when I pronounced it like an ignorant piece of trash, but that might have been kinder. There was something about his "You. Know. Better." way of correcting you that both made you feel really bright and really stupid at the same time. And to this day, I prounounce it correctly. He would be VERY sad to know that NEW-CU-LAR is officially an alternate pronunciation in this world.
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I don't think I ever said it wrong.. heheh.. :)
Amen, Amen, Amen, Sister.
As you know, I have ranted about this already, here:
http://www.ittybittycrazy.com/imported-data/2009/9/4/divided-by-a-common-language-lesson-time.html
Uncle Sandy was clearly blessed with that particular type of intelligence that enables true wittiness, like the inimitable Mr Stephen Fry.
Long may you treasure memories of him. Sandy that is, not Stephen. Unless of course you start following him on twitter or reading his blogs and you love them and then maybe that will also be a good memory and...
I'll just stop now, shall I?
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