“The
difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large
matter—it’s the difference between the lightning bug and the lightning.” Mark
Twain
As a writer this pithy statement resonates with me!
It carries the ring of authority because of the name at the end—Mark Twain, one
of America’s favorite authors. Of course, even as I write “America’s” I feel
the elbow of guilt nudge my conscience because that is really not the correct word.
Did you know that? Until we lived in Canada I never gave it a second thought.
You may know where I am going with this. Or maybe not.
The United States of America (which would be the
correct word group for the above designation for the beloved homeland of Mark
Twain) is only a part of the Americas. It may not be a big deal to you or me since
we live in the US of A, but to our American neighbors in the rest of North
America and South America … it means something! They are American too, by gum. We
wouldn’t expect a Peruvian to say, if asked his homeland, he is from America. Yet
that is what we, from the United States of America, do all the time and never
think twice about it.
I am reminded of a humorous book or books (it was a
long time ago, folks) which came out when we lived in Canada, entitled, “’Murican,
huh?” and “Canajun, eh?”(or similar phonetic spellings). ‘Murican is for what we from the States call
ourselves: “American”, with “huh” our typical exclamation following, unless you’re
from Minnesota where they routinely speak a dialect of Canajun. And you guessed
it, Canajun is localese for Canadian. And yes, we did speak Canajun while living
in Canaja, uh, Canada. And I’ll tell you, I still think “eh?” sounds almost more
intelligent than “huh?”!
We all should poke fun at ourselves now and then for
the way we speak when we aren’t listening to ourselves, which I’ll bet is most
of the time. I know I am guil-l-l-l-ty of that (not paying attention to what I
say, that is)!
I realize someone may think I’m talking about being
PC: Politically Correct. No, I’m talking about courtesy and what William
Wilberforce termed “Manners”, civility. Paul called it speech with grace, seasoned
with salt; speaking the truth in love. Much more foundational and real.
Getting back on the main trail after that side trip
to point out one blooming indigenous example of the importance of using the
right word, or at least recognizing the bad pattern of using the wrong word when
we become aware that it is the wrong word—it is good to learn to use the right
words when we speak and write. Even more so when we are dealing with matters of
explanation, instruction and description. My ‘Murican and Canajun examples are
laughable and a little off point, but are funny. I want to be sure, when I
write, to say things in a way which correctly express what is in my mind and
heart. Sometimes that is tricky, mostly because I don’t know enough words. Or
maybe there are not words invented which say what I want to say! It is more
likely, though, that I just haven’t read the dictionary enough ….
Weaving words is what my sister writers and I are
learning to do, helping each other along this steep path. It is a challenge but
we are taking it on!
More later.