As a little kid in Paramus NJ we had a few school field trips to the UN, and I remember it as an international safe place for all people to meet and talk with respect to each others countries. And flags of all countries surrounded the entrances.
I do recall that inside they also had ear pieces at each theater like seat that were for translating any language into one that you needed to hear that is of your own nation's. And the people who did the translating were in a separate room with earpieces and microphones to hear and then instantaneously translate the speakers words.
So cool!
For a while that was something I thought of doing, being a translator, this was back in the late 1950s or early 1960s if I recall while I was still in elementary school, not yet in junior high where languages were taught in the eighth or maybe ninth grade way back then.
So as soon as I was of age I was determined to take French, although we did have a sampling of Spanish that was easy peasy for me, but since my Dad used to speak a little, un peu Francais, to me as a child it sounded so sweet. And no Dad was not French and neither was his heritage, he had learned somewhere a few phrases and counting that he taught to me, one to ten.
To this day I still remember how to do that.
But alas French in the classroom with a nasty teacher who called us all CRETINS on our mispronunciations as he slammed his pointer on our mechanical drawing desks! So dare I say that that was not conducive to learning this romance language that he ruined for many of us.
So I failed and dusted myself off and the following semester I took Spanish that I aced, and even had a senior, twelfth grader boy ask me for my phone number when I was in tenth grade. And he did call me to help him with his Spanish homework.
I had three years of Spanish in two years, and received all As.
Anyway, I did know my stuff.
Although, at this point I think my desire to translate had gone away to instead being a veterinarian to next becoming a stewardess, and at sixteen I had been accepted into Grace Downs Airline secretarial school that I decided not to go to... to then having no idea... oh yeah, then a clothing buyer due to working at Ohrbach's department store in my senior year of high school and a business woman! I had asked their buyer where she went to school thus my choice. And in the end that is what I did go to school for with psychology, business law and math and advertising, interior design, and of course JOURNALISM! All at the Laboratory Institute of Merchandising in 12 East 53rd Street, NYC!
Any-who, the UN, United Nations was and is an amazing place that wonderful things are supposed to happen.
Not blasphemy!
Not Idiosyncrasy!
Not a promotion of hate and ignorance by a world figure?
For I am truly embarrassed by Orange Frothy Haired Guys addressing of the nations and his insulting
speaking engagement to all parts of the world we all live in.
His words were an incitement to create anger, if not much worse!
He has put us all in danger with his verbal display of calling out countries with incredible fire power for retaliations!
Anger and fear here.
In spite of that...
Happy good night all!
Count those blessings and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear!
I do recall that inside they also had ear pieces at each theater like seat that were for translating any language into one that you needed to hear that is of your own nation's. And the people who did the translating were in a separate room with earpieces and microphones to hear and then instantaneously translate the speakers words.
So cool!
For a while that was something I thought of doing, being a translator, this was back in the late 1950s or early 1960s if I recall while I was still in elementary school, not yet in junior high where languages were taught in the eighth or maybe ninth grade way back then.
So as soon as I was of age I was determined to take French, although we did have a sampling of Spanish that was easy peasy for me, but since my Dad used to speak a little, un peu Francais, to me as a child it sounded so sweet. And no Dad was not French and neither was his heritage, he had learned somewhere a few phrases and counting that he taught to me, one to ten.
To this day I still remember how to do that.
But alas French in the classroom with a nasty teacher who called us all CRETINS on our mispronunciations as he slammed his pointer on our mechanical drawing desks! So dare I say that that was not conducive to learning this romance language that he ruined for many of us.
So I failed and dusted myself off and the following semester I took Spanish that I aced, and even had a senior, twelfth grader boy ask me for my phone number when I was in tenth grade. And he did call me to help him with his Spanish homework.
I had three years of Spanish in two years, and received all As.
Anyway, I did know my stuff.
Although, at this point I think my desire to translate had gone away to instead being a veterinarian to next becoming a stewardess, and at sixteen I had been accepted into Grace Downs Airline secretarial school that I decided not to go to... to then having no idea... oh yeah, then a clothing buyer due to working at Ohrbach's department store in my senior year of high school and a business woman! I had asked their buyer where she went to school thus my choice. And in the end that is what I did go to school for with psychology, business law and math and advertising, interior design, and of course JOURNALISM! All at the Laboratory Institute of Merchandising in 12 East 53rd Street, NYC!
Any-who, the UN, United Nations was and is an amazing place that wonderful things are supposed to happen.
Not blasphemy!
Not Idiosyncrasy!
Not a promotion of hate and ignorance by a world figure?
For I am truly embarrassed by Orange Frothy Haired Guys addressing of the nations and his insulting
speaking engagement to all parts of the world we all live in.
His words were an incitement to create anger, if not much worse!
He has put us all in danger with his verbal display of calling out countries with incredible fire power for retaliations!
Anger and fear here.
In spite of that...
Happy good night all!
Count those blessings and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear!
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