Due to the fact that everyone was trying to get back this weekend from the holiday my flight got cancelled then delayed… profusely, ergo I was not able to attend class yesterday. Anyway I hope everyone’s Thanksgiving was great! In this post I actually wanted to carry over something I learned over the holiday break.
Every Thanksgiving my mother and I spend a day cooking for our family, and this Thanksgiving my mother let me use her great-grandmothers rolling-pin (I know you’re all jealous). As I was using the rolling-pin my mother decided to tell me the story behind it. I just thought it was a normal cooking utensil, little did I know this rolling-pin was full of illiteracy. This rolling-pin was a wedding gift from my mothers great-grandmothers brother, I hope you all followed that. Anyway, he couldn’t write, but he wanted to some how sign his name on this gift he carved for his sister so he created a symbol for himself. There was an arrow carved in the ends of the rolling-pin, apparently this arrow could be translated as George, but I just thought it was so fascinating that I had this story of sweet illiteracy within my family.
This story made me wonder if anyone else had any stories of direct illiteracy in their family?