A Native American Murrie – The ancestors are looking after me hey. I have reconnected with my madcrack sista from home (Brisbane, Queensland). She was lucky enough to meet the love of her life, a Native American Apache brother (how HOT is that!) and now lives in Arizona. Apparently that journey all started with a dream. You know there had to be a Dreamtime story in there somewhere hey. Anyway, this Murrie has been away from country for over 15 years, and wouldn’t you know it, she hasn’t lost one bit of her Aboriginal English vocabulary or accent. Whichway? Can you be away for that long and still talk arse up? Answer…Yes! The inability to totally adopt the English language is embedded in your Indigenous and/or Native DNA. You also pass it down to your children. LOL! Don’t worry sis, I’ve got it too, and I swear it’s getting worse the older I get. Talk about laugh. It was the first thing we did when we reconnected (apart from cry). With her Whichways, Shard Ups, Big Dots, and WTFs she has me tears. Yep this Murrie felt quite at home sittin’ on the Rez eating fry bread and having a long overdue yarn. I giggled at how two Brisbane Murrie girls can meet up again after so long on a Rez/ Mission. Thank god for her familiar sense of humour and Facebook comments that take me by surprise, and make me choke on my saliva. Love you my sista.
From Brooklyn – It is so much fun to meet someone who has a laugh bigger than life. A few people immediately come to mind. Cousin Rhonda’s roar, Uncle Ronnie’s yarndi infused cackle, Aunty Dotty, cousin Vera and my mum’s Cherbourg giggle, and Aunty Valda’s Aboriginal/ Islander style shrill. Actually, all my Aunties, which is why meeting an Aunty and Uncle here was so great. I have met some lovely people while here, but two of the best are a couple from Brooklyn. Bernard and Isadora (Isadora, what a great name). I spent a night out at Caroline’s comedy club with them in pain ie good pain. We went there to see the brilliant Mr Paul Mooney. He was hilarious enough, but sitting with these two made it an extra special event. Aunty and Uncle transported me back home. The very cool Bernard had that silent body convulsing laughter going at first. I, initially in pleasant shock did the same, but to no avail. Hence the force took over. I needed Paul to stop telling jokes and stories so I could breath. Isadora’s laugh was so joyously contagious she united everyone. We walked out of there with sore faces and stomachs. Excellent! FYI check out Paul Mooney - http://comedians.jokes.com/paul-mooney
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