When we try to describe sounds in English, we use(ah-no-ma-to-PEE-ah). It's a big word for a simple concept that means "the word sounds like the sound." Onomatopoeia is something you as a child. I learned a lot during my boyhood summers in Vermont.
I spent two months every year at ourthere, about five kilometers from the nearest small town. It was and there was a lot of wildlife. It was about 50 km from the Canadian .
In the morning, when I woke up I could hear the buzzing of thein the clover on the lawn and the chirping of birds in nearby trees. I would run outside and let the door close quickly by itself and my mother would say, "Don't slam the !" My father would usually be working on something, often on with a hammer to make a small schoolhouse or other wooden toy for my sister and me. Sometimes I heard as he fixed the metal that collected rainwater.
Sometimes it got cold, even in summer, and we could hear thunderstormsor — if they got close — suddenly after lightning lit up the room. We used to count 1, 2, 3… to see how far away the storm was. We were used to the warm weather of Miami Beach, so were happy our summer house in Vermont had a fireplace. It was nice when it got cold to hear the of wood burning on the fire.
Because we lived on adirt road far from town, we didn't have to worry about the whoosh of fast cars our house — no one could drive fast on that dirt road. On our weekly trips to the nearest big town, we drove along the highway next to a and could hear the splashing of the fast water over the stones in the . We would catch from the brook, which would in the frying pan, making my mouth . After eating several small fish for breakfast, I would quietly after excusing myself from the table.
We didn't have too many visitors there, and we didn't have a doorbell ringing ding-dong when people came to visit — just the knock-knock of theiron our door. Sometimes visitors would just their car or truck horn when they arrived. .
Near Labor Day at the end of August, when it was time to return to school and Florida, my parents wouldfor the trip, and the clink of glasses and vases could be heard in the house. Back for another 10 months in Miami Beach. Yuck!
The Japan Times ST: February 3, 2017