Art Towne with Baby Daniel
Art
Towne was a tall, spare, quiet man. But it was easy to be around him. The quiet
times with him were comfortable, and when he talked to me, he spoke clearly and
slowly. After Gary left, I cleaned up the kitchen and Art made himself
comfortable in the living room. I
joined him there and together we watched the news on TV. Or at least, I tried
to watch!
I
thought I spoke English pretty well, but now I hardly understood anything the
newscaster said. He spoke way too quickly, and the kind of news he brought was
strange. I didn’t know anything about this country and especially not about
this part of Colorado.
So
I made it my goal to learn English as quickly as I could. And I was lucky. The
next day, Art went to work and I was alone in the house. I surfed the TV
channels when I came upon something familiar. Star Trek! I had watched that in
Germany almost every week, and I could remember the story lines. So every
afternoon at 2:00 PM I turned on the TV and watched Star Trek. I loved
listening to Mr. Spock and Captain Kirk in English, and I could tell my
understanding of spoken English was quickly improving. However, it still took
me almost the whole time my husband was away to learn to understand television
news.
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