Originally posted by Kerrowdown There's always one clipe.
I know, I know...you mean clipe in a good way.
Back in the 1950's when I was a wee lad, before I went to school, I hung around with my grandfather an awful lot. He would generally be engaged in discussion with his contemporaries, other old British immigrants for the most part.
Let's see, the group was composed of two Scots (one a lowlander, the other a highlander) , an Englishman from Bristol, my grandfather himself, who had come from Northern Ireland and one older guy who had immigrated from Germany in the 1930's. Almost forgot there was also an old American, who had been a mechanic and was a lot of fun with his many stories of working in Detroit and Indianapolis, before he came to Canada.
It was a wonderful time, me...around 2 to about 5 years old, holding my grandfather's hand and listening to the conversations ...all from these older men speaking English, but all with different, heavy accents. I picked up a lot of Briticisms and the odd German and American phrase here and there.