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Showing posts with label linguistics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label linguistics. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

"Beech Mountain Man" by Thomas Burton---Book Review

Burton, Thomas: Beech Mountain Man (Knoxville, Tennessee, University Of Tennessee Press, 2009)

Thomas G. Burton is a professor emeritus of English at East Tennessee State University and an acknowledged expert in the field of Appalachian Studies and, particularly, in the area of Appalachian Serpent Handling.  His books on that subject are two of the best, most accurate, and most respected by the serpent handlers themselves.  But this book we are discussing today is not one of those books.  While it is subtitled "...The Memoirs Of Ronda Lee Hicks", it is not truly memoir.  In my opinion, it is much more accurate to describe it as oral history.  The format of the book is primarily direct, dialect transcriptions of audio tapes which Dr. Burton recorded with the subject, Ronda Lee Hicks, in the home of Rosa Hicks, the widow of the great Appalachian story teller Ray Hicks who was also a cousin to Ronda Lee Hicks.  The book is transcribed into relatively short sections on particular subjects which Hicks discussed during the taping.  Those sections are then combined in several chapters also on common subjects such as work, the military, and drinking.  There are short, generally single paragraph introductions written by Thomas Burton at the beginning of each section and chapter.  The tapes were transcribed with a solid attempt to be precise and ethical in rendering the unique sub-regional dialect of Appalachian English which Ronda Hicks spoke.  However, it is not my impression that the transcription was conducted according to strict linguist rules from any professional association of linguists.  

The foreword is written by John Shelton Reed, Professor Emeritus from the University Of North Carolina, and sheds some light on the possible intentions of the author.  In his foreword, Reed makes this important statement: "...Hicks is a classic example of a well-known type, the Bad Man.  The Bad Man may not be bad in all ways...but this is definitely someone you don't want to cross, or even seriously annoy, because he may respond with abrupt, brutal, and overwhelming violence."   It is my belief that Thomas Burton intended to produce a book which would, by first person anecdotes, deliver a studious rendition of the life of one such Bad Man. The Bad Man is just as much an iconic figure in America as the Folk Hero exemplified by Paul Bunyan, Mike Fink, and Johnny Appleseed.  Real, living Bad Men have included the recently murdered James "Whitey" Bulger, Clyde Barrow, and Billy The Kid.  In my work in the human services professions, I knew numerous men, and a few women, who would have fitted into the rubric of The Bad Man.  My favorite client of all time was a man who walked into my office one day, introduced himself, and went on to say "You've probably heard of me.  I killed my brother down the road in front of ten witnesses, shot him six times."  Then he went on to tell the full story of the murder, why he committed it, and of his time in prison. We went on to have a mutually productive professional relationship for several years. In many ways, he was a great deal like Ronda Lee Hicks.   

Ronda Lee Hicks also exhibited, in his recorded stories, many key symptoms of at least two genuine mental health or substance use disorders according to the DSM-V, the book which psychiatric practitioners use to formulate appropriate, empirically rendered diagnoses of those with mental health problems.  Ronda Hicks drank heavily most of his adult life and freely admitted and discussed it with Thomas Burton.  He also committed numerous acts of violence which were minimally sufficient to require his arrest.  He served time in prison on two separate occasions.  Yet, he was also a man who could show a capacity to help others, to be considerate, loyal, and giving under certain circumstances.  To put it lightly, he was an enigma.  

The book is well worth reading for the student of Appalachian Studies, linguists, corrections or mental health professionals, and quite simply those who enjoy knowing about Bad Men.  It is not the best of the works I have read by Thomas Burton and, perhaps some day, I will reread his better books and write about those on this blog.  








Saturday, June 23, 2018

Recreation And Linguistic Change In Appalachia

As I was taking my daily walk of an hour today in Old Mill Park in West Liberty, KY, I saw a large gathering of either a family or church group in the largest shelter in the park.  A group of several of the people were playing the game of Cornhole under the shelter roof on the concrete floor with what I sincerely hope was a fully regulation set of game apparatus.  They seemed to be having a great time.  I have to admit that I never see a game of Cornhole being played without instantly marveling once again at just how rapidly and strangely language changes in the world in general and the USA in particular.  Upon researching the term Cornhole, I learned that the American Cornhole Association and/or the American Cornhole Organization regulate the game.  One is located in Milford, OH, and I could not find a physical address for the other although I must admit that I have no need for it anyway.  I was also amazed that there are actually strict regulations about what constitutes an official game set up and equipment. There are also strict standards for what is or is not a sanctioned tournament. God help you if you and your friends and family ever participate in an unsanctioned game or tournament with equipment that does not meet the official standards.  Naturally, I wondered who in their right mind would care how near or far they are required to toss a cloth bag full or corn at a hole in a wooden elevated ramp, or how much corn goes in one of those bags, or how large the hole in the wooden ramp might be, or just how large that wooden ramp might be in all its dimensions, or how many bored individuals participate in the game, or whether or not the participants are all within a particular age range or gender, or any other mundane aspect of the game that might suddenly fall outside the official regulations.  I even found more than one lengthy discussion of various competing theories for when the game of cornhole was invented and whether it is a modern American invention or an historical Native American challenge of their athletic abilities.  

Photo of Cornhole Game by Amazon.com


But the reason I always marvel at the recent change in linguistics lies in my memories of how, when, and where I first heard the term "cornhole" and was told as I was given the definition that I must not ever allow a responsible adult to hear me say the word "cornhole".  My Google search of the term also revealed numerous hits of a linguistic nature on the term which I knew in advance it would do.  When I was young and for untold decades before, the official definition of the term "cornhole", as explained by the scholarly Online Slang Dictionary,  was "to be the penetrator during anal intercourse". How on God's green earth did a term with a decades old definition like that which would have to be abhorred, hated, vilified, and feared by God-fearing church members suddenly become a harmless, but somewhat meaningless, game to be played by those same God-fearing church members and their little, innocent descendants?  I am sorry to say that I could not locate a royalty free and socially acceptable photo of the other, more historical definition to include on this post.  

I also always remember, when I see a game of cornhole, an incident at a Northern KY storage auction which I was participating in as a buyer.  The lock was cut off a unit and the most visible item in the unit was a cornhole game.  I have no idea if it met regulation standards.  But, as soon as the door slid up, the auctioneer who was actually conducting the sale and I just could not resist starting a minute or two of word play and patter about the linguistic change in the term which the crowd actually loved except for one or two potential customers who appeared likely to be among those God-fearing church members who wished to buy the unit, take the game home, donate it to the their church, and schedule  a regulation tournament for even the youngest of their soon to be God-fearing descendants.