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When I was young, everyone talked like I did where I grew up. Everyone except my father. Well, okay, he talked like everyone else … except when he got excited, then he would slip back into his old accent.

He came from Newfoundland and I thought his accent was neat. It didn’t help that it came out when he was upset. It came out when he was upset with me, trying to lecture me about something he thought I should be aware of. He was less amused when he found out I was amused.

When I first heard my grandfather talk, I realized he sounded like dad when dad was upset, but grandpa sounded like that all the time. The accent is lilting, borrowing much from Irish, Scottish and English accents.

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