Well, we do talk a bit like pirates and we also do have our own Dictionary of Newfoundland English. There are still a lot of words and phrases from the 18th and 19th centuries in common use here that you don't hear anywhere else.
Maybe they do in Sarnia, but elsewhere, not so much.
You definitely qualify for honorary Newfoundlander status. Very cool about the Harry Hibbs thing.
When was the last time you were here? The streets are pretty much the same but there's been a lot of development downtown in the past 15 years. Some of it good, some of it not so good.
I haven't been there since about 1988. Thanks for the honorary status. Here is a story that explains how Newfies are:
As I said, I was stationed in Argentia from 1963 - 1966. Argentia is about 90 miles from St. Johns. In those days, it was dirt road from Argentia to the TCH. That was 45 miles of dust and rocks in the summer, mud and muck in the spring and fall, and ice and snow in the winter. We traveled that road every weekend we were not in Iceland on patrol and sometime weeknights.
My friend and I were on our way to town in a blowing snow storm. We got a flat on the VW bug we were driving and when we got out to change the tire, we saw the place where you put the jack in on the side of a VW was no longer its square shape, but a misshapen trapezoid the jack would not fit in.
As we were discussing how we would get the car jacked up, a man in a pickup with his daughter, who looked to be about 13, in the middle and his wife on the right pulled up and asked if he could help. We explained our dilemma and he said he had a bumper jack in the truck bed we could use. If you know anything about the old VW bug, you know the fastest was to remove a bumper is with a bumper jack.
As we were experimenting with ways to jack up the car, the man rolled down the window and very politely asked if we could hurry it up a bit as his daughter had a broken arm and they were on the way to the hospital. I think we set a new world record for changing a tire on a VW.
I mean, who and where in the world would a person stop to help total strangers when his own flesh and blood was injured and in pain?
I told my wife this story and when we took a road trip from Houston, Texas, to St Johns. We couldn't find the Greenwood Lodge where we were booked. There is one thing Newfies can't do well. Give or understand directions. Sorry, but it is true. So I stopped at a convenience store and called the lodge to get directions. After several tries, I went back to the convenience store and repeated the process.
On the third trip back to the convenience store, a man in line behind me to use the pay phone said he knew where it was. I asked for directions, but instead, he asked my to follow him. He took up his time to lead me there.
That is Newfoundlanders. That is why I love them. That is why I call them the Canadian Texans.