By Miriam B. Medina(Continued from Page: 1)
Some individuals have been ridiculed for their unique 'Noo Yawker' accent. Here are some examples: "Gedoutahea, yer puddin me on!" "Yeah, I kum fum Noo Yawk." "Would ja ged a grip!" " Did'ju or did'ja," "Would'ju or would'ja," "Soopah (Super)," "Fur sure I'm ohn the fawth floor," "Wawda "(water), "I'll have a tooner samwidge," (tuna sandwich), " I wud be da foist to tell you if my brudda was na here," "Fugheddaboudit! I ain't saying nuttin," and, " My mudda and fodda are goin downashaw ohn Lawnguylund."
Accustomed to social, political and economic upheavals, crime, overcrowding, deterioration of neighborhoods, intolerable housing, extortionate rents and high taxes, native New Yorkers accept the turbulence that is associated with daily life as a normal and inevitable way of life. However, it still doesn't stop them from openly vocalizing their frustrations and tensions with expressions such as: "The apartments are so expensive, unless you live in a rat infested roach hotel," "Those pushcart peddlers will rob you blind, selling hot merchandise no less," "There's no place to park unless you pile the cars on top of each other," "Oy Vey! Some of the neighborhoods look like a war zone," "I've got gates on my windows and three locks on my door, doesn't that tell you something?" "I hate the summer, smells like last year's garbage is still out there........." and so on and so forth.
Yet, in spite of all the discomforts, horrible tragedies and miseries, miraculously, most of those who crowd the city streets choose to stay. New York, New York, undeniably It's one helluva town.
For the millions of commuters, who travel daily to access business and investment opportunities, rush hour is a frightening scenario, as key roadways and bridges are jam-packed with cars, trucks, motorcycles and buses inching their way through bumper to bumper traffic. The overwhelming congestion of vehicles and passengers is everywhere. An aggravating hour or two spent traveling to one place in just one borough is quite common. Let's not forget to mention the subway. Train after train rumble and shake their way into the station, to be welcomed by an interminable barrier of commuters waiting, lined up on the platform. The crush of commuters all make a mad dash to the train, pushing and elbowing along the way. After a few seconds, the train doors slam shut, leaving the unlucky ones behind. Some frustrated passengers fly to push the doors open j-u-s-t far enough to wriggle their way inside before the train begins to move, hoping their arm, leg, pocket-book or brief case does not remain caught outside. If the train is a local, it will continue to stop and pick up more passengers along the way, thus intensifying the unbearable crowding. Ill-humored standing passengers are crushed together like sardines in a tin can with no room to fall if the train should grind to a stop.
This situation exists year round as New Yorkers and tourists swarm about, seeking out beaches, parks and other recreational areas looking for a way to unwind from the hurry-scurry of the week. Here and there, stranded motorists along the highway stand besides their cars in the sweltering, dizzying heat, worsening the weekend obstruction of thrill seekers. Once the transfer of the vehicles takes place, desperate motorists fly away frantically searching for a gas station, only to find themselves once again trapped in an enormous column of 50 to 100 cars inching their way to the pumps, hoping that the gas would not run out.
New York, New York is one helluva town. Hundreds of thousands of neighborhoods only a few blocks long and a couple of blocks wide, teeming with large selections of stores and shops functioning independently. Despite their public awareness of the American traditions, multi-ethnic groups continue to practice within their neighborhoods, their own traditions, customs, religious festivities and cuisines. The obvious presence of this difference is what makes America's town so extraordinary. Whether one lives in the neighborhoods of Park Slope, Jewish Lower East Side, Greenwich Village, Italian Harlem, Chinatown, El Barrio, Little Italy or Yorktown, life-long relationships are continually formed. So strong is this value of the neighborhood that many families, as well as their descendants, spend their entire lives living within its confines?
To be continued: New York, New York (3)
Miriam B. Medina Platinum level Expert Author Ezinearticles
To contact: miriammedina@earthlink.net or miriam@thehistorybox.com
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Some individuals have been ridiculed for their unique 'Noo Yawker' accent. Here are some examples: "Gedoutahea, yer puddin me on!" "Yeah, I kum fum Noo Yawk." "Would ja ged a grip!" " Did'ju or did'ja," "Would'ju or would'ja," "Soopah (Super)," "Fur sure I'm ohn the fawth floor," "Wawda "(water), "I'll have a tooner samwidge," (tuna sandwich), " I wud be da foist to tell you if my brudda was na here," "Fugheddaboudit! I ain't saying nuttin," and, " My mudda and fodda are goin downashaw ohn Lawnguylund."
Accustomed to social, political and economic upheavals, crime, overcrowding, deterioration of neighborhoods, intolerable housing, extortionate rents and high taxes, native New Yorkers accept the turbulence that is associated with daily life as a normal and inevitable way of life. However, it still doesn't stop them from openly vocalizing their frustrations and tensions with expressions such as: "The apartments are so expensive, unless you live in a rat infested roach hotel," "Those pushcart peddlers will rob you blind, selling hot merchandise no less," "There's no place to park unless you pile the cars on top of each other," "Oy Vey! Some of the neighborhoods look like a war zone," "I've got gates on my windows and three locks on my door, doesn't that tell you something?" "I hate the summer, smells like last year's garbage is still out there........." and so on and so forth.
Yet, in spite of all the discomforts, horrible tragedies and miseries, miraculously, most of those who crowd the city streets choose to stay. New York, New York, undeniably It's one helluva town.
For the millions of commuters, who travel daily to access business and investment opportunities, rush hour is a frightening scenario, as key roadways and bridges are jam-packed with cars, trucks, motorcycles and buses inching their way through bumper to bumper traffic. The overwhelming congestion of vehicles and passengers is everywhere. An aggravating hour or two spent traveling to one place in just one borough is quite common. Let's not forget to mention the subway. Train after train rumble and shake their way into the station, to be welcomed by an interminable barrier of commuters waiting, lined up on the platform. The crush of commuters all make a mad dash to the train, pushing and elbowing along the way. After a few seconds, the train doors slam shut, leaving the unlucky ones behind. Some frustrated passengers fly to push the doors open j-u-s-t far enough to wriggle their way inside before the train begins to move, hoping their arm, leg, pocket-book or brief case does not remain caught outside. If the train is a local, it will continue to stop and pick up more passengers along the way, thus intensifying the unbearable crowding. Ill-humored standing passengers are crushed together like sardines in a tin can with no room to fall if the train should grind to a stop.
This situation exists year round as New Yorkers and tourists swarm about, seeking out beaches, parks and other recreational areas looking for a way to unwind from the hurry-scurry of the week. Here and there, stranded motorists along the highway stand besides their cars in the sweltering, dizzying heat, worsening the weekend obstruction of thrill seekers. Once the transfer of the vehicles takes place, desperate motorists fly away frantically searching for a gas station, only to find themselves once again trapped in an enormous column of 50 to 100 cars inching their way to the pumps, hoping that the gas would not run out.
New York, New York is one helluva town. Hundreds of thousands of neighborhoods only a few blocks long and a couple of blocks wide, teeming with large selections of stores and shops functioning independently. Despite their public awareness of the American traditions, multi-ethnic groups continue to practice within their neighborhoods, their own traditions, customs, religious festivities and cuisines. The obvious presence of this difference is what makes America's town so extraordinary. Whether one lives in the neighborhoods of Park Slope, Jewish Lower East Side, Greenwich Village, Italian Harlem, Chinatown, El Barrio, Little Italy or Yorktown, life-long relationships are continually formed. So strong is this value of the neighborhood that many families, as well as their descendants, spend their entire lives living within its confines?
To be continued: New York, New York (3)
Miriam B. Medina Platinum level Expert Author Ezinearticles
To contact: miriammedina@earthlink.net or miriam@thehistorybox.com
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