Showing posts with label Camelot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Camelot. Show all posts

Monday, October 21, 2019

Autumn or Fall?

Fall Leaves in Prague

Remember the classic love song from Camelot?
If I Ever I Would Leave You:

But if I'd ever leave you,
It couldn't be in autumn.
How I'd leave in autumn
I never will know.
I've seen how you sparkle
When fall nips the air.
I know you in autumn
And I must be there.


by American lyricist
Alan Jay Lerner (1918 – 1986)

One thing I have always liked about this particular stanza is the ease with which it moves from autumn to fall and back again. Two words, same season, no confusion. In addition to checking out the dictionary, here is an interesting explanation for our doubly named season:
The persistence of two terms for the third season in the United States, while somewhat of a mystery, may have something to do with the spread of English to the American continent at the very epoch when "fall" began jockeying for position with "autumn": the 17th century. At that time, both terms were adopted stateside, and the younger, more poetic "fall" gained the upper hand. Back in Britain, however, "autumn" won out. The continued acceptance of "autumn" in the United States may reflect the influence, or at least the proximity, of English culture and literature.

According to Slate, British lexicographers begrudgingly admit that the United States got the better end of the stick. In "The King's English" (1908), H.W. Fowler wrote, "Fall is better on the merits than autumn, in every way: it is short, Saxon (like the other three season names), picturesque; it reveals its derivation to every one who uses it, not to the scholar only, like autumn."


~from Natalie Wolchover at livescience.com
Along the same lines, Bill Bryson writes that "Other words and expressions that were common in Elizabethan England that died in England were fall as a synonym for autumn" (The Mother Tongue, 171) -- due most likely to a frankophile preference for French over English. Likewise, in Made in America: An Informal History of the English Language in the United States, Bryson observes:
Where they could, however, the first colonists stuck doggedly to the words of the Old World. They preserved words with the diligence of archivists. Scores, perhaps hundreds, of English terms that would later perish from neglect in their homeland live on in America thanks to the essentially conservative nature of the early colonists.

Fall for autumn is perhaps the best known. It was a relatively new word at the time of the Pilgrims--its first use in English was recorded in 1545--but it remained in common use in England until the second half of the nineteenth century. Why it died out there when it did is unknown
(19).

Personally, I'm betting on francophonism!
Most oddly, in the movie In America (loveable in every other way), the mother (portrayed by Samantha Morton) goes out of her way to explain to her little daughter (Sarah Bolger) that, unlike the Irish, Americans don't understand the word autumn because in America they only say fall. What? Not only is this throwaway comment completely extraneous to the plot of the movie, but it is also highly inaccurate. Sounds to me like the notion of some misguided Anglophiles who underestimate the breadth and flexibility of American English. And who, apparently, never listened to the lyrics of Camelot or sang along with "If Ever I Would Leave You" -- or read my brother's essay!

Autumn Evening in Prague

P.S.
And then we have scones vs "skawns"!

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Take Me to the Fair!

"True Americana Evening"
~ by Jay Beets ~


"Take Me to the Fair"
Humorous, punful, playful lyrics
from the musical / movie Camelot
~ click to see / hear Vanessa Regrave's rendition ~

GUENEVERE
(spoken)
Sir Lionel!
(sung)
Do you recall the other night that I distinctly said you might
Serve as my escort at the next town fair?
Well, I'm afraid there's someone who I must invite in place of you
Someone who plainly is beyond compare
That Frenchman's power is more tremendous than I have e'er seen anywhere
And when a man is that tremendous
He, by right, should take me to the fair

SIR LIONEL
(spoken)
Your majesty, let me tilt with him and smite him!
Don't refuse me so abruptly, I implore!
Oh, give me the opportunity to fight him
And Gaul will be divided once more!

GUENEVERE
You'll bash and thrash him?

SIR LIONEL
I'll smash and mash him.

GUENEVERE
You'll give him trouble?

SIR LIONEL
He will be rubble.

GUENEVERE
A mighty whack?

SIR LIONEL
His skull will crack.


GUENEVERE
Well...
(sung)
Then you may take me to the fair
If you do all the things you promise
In fact, my heart would break should you not take me to the fair
(spoken)
Sir Sagramore!
(sung)
I have some rather painful news relative to the subject who's
To be beside me at the next court ball
You were the chosen one, I know, but as tradition it should go
To the unquestioned champion in the hall
And I'm convinced that splendid Frenchman can easily conquer one and all
And besting all our local henchmen
He should sit beside me at the ball

SIR SAGRAMORE
(spoken)
I beg of you, ma'am, withhold your invitation.
I swear to you this challenge will be met.
And when I have finished up the operation,
I'll serve him to your highness en brochette!

GUENEVERE
You'll pierce right through him?

SIR SAGRAMORE
I'll barbecue him!

GUENEVERE
A wicked thrust?

SIR SAGRAMORE
'Twill be dust to dust!

GUENEVERE
From fore to aft?

SIR SAGRAMORE
He'll feel a draft!


GUENEVERE
Well then...
(sung)
You may sit by me at the ball
If you demolish him in battle
In fact, I know I'd cry were you not by me at the ball
(spoken)
Sir Dinadan!
(sung)
Didn't I promise that you may guide me to London on the day
That I go up to judge the cattle show?
As it is quite a nasty ride there must be someone at my side
Who'll be defending me from beast and foe
So when I choose whom I prefer go, I take the strongest knight I know
And young du Lac seems strongest, ergo
He should take me to the cattle show

SIR DINADAN
(spoken)
Your Majesty can't believe this blustering prattle-
Let him prove it with a sword or lance instead!
I promise you, when I've done this Gaul in battle
His shoulders will be lonesome for his head!

GUENEVERE
You'll disconnect him?

SIR DINADAN
I'll vivisect him.

GUENEVERE
You'll open-wide him?

SIR DINADAN
I'll subdivide him.


GUENEVERE
Oh, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear.
(sung)
Then you may guide me to the show
If you can carry out your program
In fact, I'd grieve inside should you not guide me to the show

SIRS LIONEL, SAGRAMORE, DINADAN
Milady, we shall put an end to that Galic bag of noise and nerve
When we do all that we intend to
He'll be a plate of French hors d'ouvres!

GUENEVERE
I do applaud your noble goals
Now let us see if you achieve them
And if you do, then you will be the three who go to the ball, to the show
And take me to the fair

These brilliant summer photographs remind me
of how much we all used to love the carnival and
wait for it to come every year!
I always thought that the swings
-- sometimes called The Merry Mix - Up --
were the best ride ever!
~ taken by my friend, Missouri photographer Jay Beets ~

P.S.

September 20, 2013
Magical picture taken by Rita Konertz-Lee
at the Celeberate St. Peter's Fair (Missouri)

July 25, 2019
USPS ~ State & County Fair Stamps
August 5, 2023
The Long Long Summertime