Dialects are big part of our wonderful heritage.
I ALWAYS enjoy reading what Mike Lockley has to say in his weekly columns, even though some of his jokes really are "toe curling". His latest offering regarding the Black Country dialect did strike a chord with me for I love dialects. I know how proud my many friends in that part of the world are of their own distinctive brogue.
I am a proud Brummie and my own distinctive dialect is very much part of who I am. Just as my pals in the Black Country can tell by accent where, in that area, someone was born, I often try to tell where in our great city someone grew up. My mate Carl Chinn could probably tell you the street and house number as well!
I was brought up listening to dialects: the Oxfordshire burr of my maternal grandfather and the endearing Herefordshire lilt of his wife, my nan.
Dialects are part of the wonderful heritage of our country; I have misgivings about anyone who doesn't possess one, and decry those who try to force our children to disown what is rightfully theirs.
What I cannot quite come to terms with is how, in such a short distance a dialect can change. I remember walking, as a young teenager, the comparatively short distance from Weoley Castle to Halesowen and even then recognising the differing dialect. I thought I was in a different world - and then I had the reassuring sight of an Albion scarf! Robert Betteridge, Kings Heath
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