Mara had been living in Canada for thirteen years, but she never learned English. Her husband learned to speak English at work. Her four children had learned to speak English at school but Mara was a stay-at-home mom with little opportunity to integrate. She was extremely self-conscious about her heavy accent and limited language skills. There are many, many woman newcomers like Mara.
Mara was isolated but she wasn’t stupid. She quickly learned that husbands cannot beat their wives in this country and she learned about social services. Eventually, with help, she threw out her abusive husband and enrolled in English class. With four children, a violent ex-husband and no English skills I could only imagine how difficult her life was, but it never showed. She was always cheerful, caring and turned out like a queen. Mara had class.
One morning several weeks into the term, Mara was not her bubbly self. She dragged herself to her seat and plunked herself down. The whole class immediately sensed that something was wrong. I asked her what was the matter and she told this story.
It was her eldest son’s 16th birthday and she wanted to do something special. She wanted to take her little family out for a meal but she didn’t have enough money to pay for a dinner. She took them out for breakfast. At the restaurant each of her children ordered their food then the server asked Mara what she wanted for breakfast?
"Coffee and an pekundaneesh” she responded. The server asked her several times to repeat her order. Beginning to feel uncomfortable, Mara repeated, “Coffee an pekundaneesh.” The server finally turned on her heel, scoffed, “Why doncha speak English?” and walked away. Mara was humiliated. The celebration was ruined.
She told the class she was never going into a restaurant again.
After we talked about her disappointment and concluded that some people are simply unpleasant, we resumed our lesson on word stress. Maria learned that there is one and only one ‘stressed’ syllable in any word. She learned that the stressed syllables are higher, longer and louder than other syllables, and if the word stress is missing or in the wrong place, native speakers cannot understand what is being said no matter how perfectly the individual sounds are pronounced. Before we dispersed for morning break Maria stood at her desk and shouted, “PEcan DAnish!”
She had pieced together what went wrong at the restaurant the day before.
Monday morning Mara bounced into the classroom, her happy, effervescent self. Everyone noticed. How was your weekend? With her hand on her hip and her index finger wagging, Mara filled us in.
“Yesta day, I go back to dat restrant, I see dat lady and I say to she - I wanna PEcan Danish. An she bring me!”
The classroom erupted in applause. When the noise died down, she made a graceful curtsy before taking her seat.
I can only imagine the kind of courage it took for gentle Mara to go back and face that crabby waitress. Her triumph over word stress and restaurants was a triumph for us all.