Many of my blogging buddies have hung up “Gone Fishing” signs and closed comments until September which means they had the good sense to shut down for the month and either work on a novel that’s been suffering from terminal bloggerhea, or maybe, just maybe, they’re actually on vacation.
I wish I’d done the same but alas my head got stuck on another planet. I decided since I’d spent three whole years studying German, which shares its roots with Swedish, it would be no sweat to translate The Letters from Sweden, sender unknown that I talked about in a post a few weeks back. All I needed was a Swedish/English dictionary! Easy Peasy, hey?
At the library I was disappointed to learn there aren’t many people in my small town with the urge to learn Swedish. There was only one Swedish/English dictionary. One! However there were books on Amharic, Gujarati, and Slovene – languages I’ve never heard of, have you?
Undaunted I checked out the one book and hurried home, confident that the secrets of the letters were about to be revealed.
The problem, as you can probably tell, is deciphering the handwriting. The letters were probably written by three different people – all of whom undoubtedly received straight A’s in penmanship two hundred years ago – but I couldn’t tell their a’s from their e’s which meant I had to guess. And I’m not very good at guessing.
After several word by word attempts I realized you can’t translate word by word because the meaning of so many words changes depending on how they’re being used. So I decided to attempt an entire passage and see if Google could make any sense out of it. This method is rather like speaking in tongues but I was getting desperate.
The letter below had the clearest handwriting and so I selected the second sentence, the one that begins “Du skribner,” for my little experiment. I chose this one because I knew the word “skrib” meant “write” so at least I had some idea what the sentence was about.
Here’s the result of my effort:
Du skribner att ni amnar att visa fron den platoon fom vi ar men vi tysken att mikar gerna blifrader mi an ack inte olag ga negra . . .
Here’s what Google came up with:
You write that you intend to display from Pluto we are but we German to pickups willingly and not illegally.
“What does it say?” My mother (who’d been waiting anxiously for proof of her oldest child’s brilliance) asked.
“Well, I think your grandfather asked his in-laws to do something illegal so that he could display evidence that the family was from Pluto. Apparently it is illegal in Sweden to reveal that you’re a Plutonian.”
“Don’t you go writing anything nasty about the family!”
“Who me? Nah!”
My next brilliant idea was to “read” through the other letters looking for proper nouns that might reveal at least where they were from. A couple of the letters contained the word “Herran,” so I googled “Herran Sweden.”
“Do you mean Herrang?” was the response.
WTF I thought. Maybe I meant Herrang.
According to Wikipedia Herrang is a town with a history of industry and mining located on the northern coast of the county of Stockholm. Although the population is only in the 400s, it does have one claim to fame. It’s the site of the largest Lindy Hop dance camp in the world. The Herrang Dance Camp.
I must confess I had no idea what Lindy Hop was so I hopped back to Wiki and asked. Here goes:
Pretty wild, hey? Apparently this dance is a cousin of the breakaway, the Charleston and the Texas Tommy and got its start in Harlem, New York in the late 1920s or early 1930s. It was apparently named after Lucky Lindy (Charles Lindberg). I must admit it looks like fun.
So what have I learned? Well, at least my ancestors knew how to read and write although what they had to say, I may never know!
18 thoughts on “Talle Svenska? Ney…..”
I have been trying to rekindle an anemic understanding of German. I’m not making much progress, but there’s hope.
My hat’s off to you! I think the part of my brain relating to understanding foreign languages has calcified!
I’m not doing very well or working all that hard. It’s just something I wish I remembered.
Jan, NASA will be so disappointed. Here they were, telling everybody that Pluto was not really a planet. And now we come to found out…some of your ancestors actually came from Pluto. I think this is proof positive, that since people came from Pluto, it has to be a planet! 😀
LOL! You can’t argue with Google, right? ; )
LOL…Well you can, but I’d be willing to bet that Bing wouldl back you up on your findings too. 😀
I suspect the letters are discussing where they hid all the money they were going to leave to their descendants.
In that case I’ll have to up my efforts! Hello Ouija Board!
LOL. A fellow nerd-linguist. (I met my husband while Lindy Hopping.) =)
I often grossly over-estimate my linguistic brilliance! Do you still Lindy Hop? Have you been to Herrang – if so, post pictures!
I did a bachelor’s in linguistics (and a minor in the Classical langs) way back in that other life. =) Here we are dancing:
ummm … I think my post posted without my ok.
So let’s all do the Lindy!
Glad you didn’t go fishing and ended up on another planet.
Still there Layton! But Mother assures me that a rescue ship is on the way!
hahahahahaha, it seems nothing is easy, my library does not seem to have a Martian to Welsh dictionary, what is the world coming to?
Good belly laugh! That Google translation is priceless. Translation is no easy task even when you know the language being worked with.
Very strange that all this comes about only a few weeks after that spacecraft flew past and took photos of the Planet Pluto. Maybe there is really life there?
Yes, the universe works in mysterious ways!