(40 minutes worth of transcription. Total conversation length 1 hr. 10 min.)
Speakers:
Grandma Sa-- (also Mi--) = Gm
Grandpa Sa-- (also B--) = Gp
Mom (also W--) = M
Dad (also D--) = D
J-- = J
Cr-- = C
Myself (S--) = S
Terry and Duke are dogs.
[begin transcription]
[laughing]
[coming in in the middle of a story]
C: So I’m picking up this bail and settin’ it in the pick-up, and somehow she got the idea that she should go on ahead to the next bail, ‘n’, and uh, so uh, she takes off, starts to take off, an’ he sees I’m settin’ the bail an’ he says, “whoa! Whoa, K--!” She like parked on my foot. I’m like “urrggghhh!” [audience (m, j, gm, s) laughing] An’ I’m thinkin’, “okay, now, I gotta play it cool here, [aud. laugh] ‘cause if I yell out for her to go she’s gonna step on it and spin out on my foot which has gotta be bad for me.” So uh, I’m like, “Hey John! Could you tell her to pull forward a little bit!” He’s like, “Oh my God! You’re on his...” [Trails off as laughter gets louder.]
Gm: “Please get off my foot.”
C: Luckily it was a little bit soft a ground out so it didn’t smash my bones in my feet.
Gm: [finishing up story she started earlier before C’s interjection] Well, I cou.. woulda got knocked down because of the ground was really slippery, y’know, and it got, it was snowy an’ icy an’ that’s why I was out of the truck. D-- was standing about as far away from me as he is now, an’ I walked along side a’ the truck, an’ he just handed me his stick so I could have it to poke in the snow, an’ I was standin’ there kinda with that stick, an’ I thought, “well, I’ll get in that track and I can stand up without falling on my... [muffled aud. laughter] heiny. And I just get my foot up like this… D-- seen it. “Watch it!” [long pause] So it was a good thing that I...quit.
J: [unintelligible] [Something about finding a long, loose hair.] [Addressing Dad, I believe] Need one a these?
S: He needs lots of those.
Gm: He needs the kind that just go from here to here. [talking of comb-over]
J: Well we c’n, we c’n make it work.
Gm: You can make it work?
S: Yeah, between you ‘n’ me we should be able to get lots of hair.
J: It’s the wrong color, though. A little whi’er.
C: D--’s not laughin’ hysterically, too, so...
S: That’s okay.
Gm: Yeah, we love you anyhow, D--. [pause] I’d lot rather see him with his hair like that than some of these old duffers that have uh...
S: [interjecting] The comb-overs.
Gm: ...a little bit and comb it over this way.
S: Yeah. Let it grow out an’ spiral it on the top.
Gm: Yeah. An’ I seen one...
S: It’s natural!
Gm: I saw one the other day come from back of his head it looked like a forelock on a horse. Went like this. [aud. laughing] It really did. I’m serious. His hair was back as far as D--’s, an he, it was long hair, an he combed it dis way and it was right here at a point. Oh, I wanna picture of you guys. B--’s waitin’. They’re all here now, Dad (referring to Grandpa).
[Overlapping conversations. One in background, if audible, will be in italics]
M: You got it, huh.
S: [speaking of bedroom door] Close that, it’s cold in there. [M laughing] No. Really. Th...
M: Yeah, I know. I’m trying to let some of the warm air in.
S: [this is supposed to represent a whining syllable] Unh.
M: Unh. Unh. Unh.
S: My feet are cold! [M laughing]
J: Mine aren’t.
[gen. laughter]
M: Who’s “you guys”? The family.
D: [in background making “getting-up” noises] Wellmp.
Gm: Who we got? D--, and W--, and J--, and S--...
J: You three.
S: I could move if you asked. [speaking to M, who is trying to squeeze behind the chair.]
C: [in background] Ahright.
Gm: We gotta picture of everybody, now.
Gp: What’re we doin’?
S: Pictures.
Gp: Oh.
S: Hope you kept it. [I do not know what I was referring to.] Follow them.
M: [muffled]...walking around.
Gm: Yeah, I guess you have to chase them down. I don’t know what else.
S: Go and tackle ‘em.
M: I’m at your command. [laughs] I’m awaiting a command.
Gm: D--, put that thing down so that we can get your picture.
S: Yeah!
Gm: You want ‘em there or in here?
Gp: Right here in front of the t.v.’d be fine.
Gm: Okay...[muffled]
M: That’s it. Bring it over here.
Gp: Just step over there. It won’t hurt a bit.
[slight laughter]
Gm: It’ll only take a minute.
J: [muffled] I’ll [muffled].
Gm: [Dad steps in front of me] [Gm, berating me] Well, now, S-- don’t you get behind your dad!
[laughter at this obvious misstatement.]
M: Yeah, she stepped behind him alright.
D: Yeah, don’t you get behind me!
S: Right.
Gm: You guys, you look at Grandpa, not at each other. You can look at each other when, when he gets through with the picture.
D: Tell me when you’re ready. [pause] I ain’t got no shoes on. You guys make me look squatty.
[laughter]
[a few muffled phrases]
M: Let me know how long I have to hold it in.
Gp: Okay.
Gm: Sit down. Quit your foolin’ around.
Gp: Now try to look this way.
[pause]
[Overlapping, muffled phrases]
M: [muffled]... does that mean we’re all supposed to go like this?
[laughter]
[pause while picture is taken]
Gp: Oh boy!
Gm: Did it turn out good?
Gp: Oh man! Look it how that’s centered, ‘n’... Look at that!
Gm: That’s a good one.
M: Is it?
S: There’s my Oregon State shirt.
M: Yeah.
J: Yup, it’ll pass.
D: That a good...[muffled]
Gp: El passo?
M: El passo.
D: Now what was so hard ‘bout gettin’ that thing in there? ...[muffled]
M: Alright!
S: Maybe you.
Gp: That it?
Gm: Yup.
D: Let me see.
Gm: You got C--’s ‘n’ J--’s first didn’t ya?
Gp: Well I hope I did.
Gm: Yeah, I think we got there’s first.
[muffled discussion]
M: What is this? [talking of tape recorder]
S: The...[gestures]
M: Oooh! Okay!
[laughter]
D: ...[muffled] that in the picture.
M: Don’t you have to get permission for this?
S: No! It’s family!
[muffled conversation in background.]
D: Where’d you get this?
Gm: Didn’t ya? Are you lookin’?
Gp: D-- says he takes up half the picture, ‘n’ I says “well that’s your problem!”
[laughter]
Gm: Looks like it’s alright. It’s pretty close. [muffled]
M: Let me get my glasses. So I can see the details.
Gm: I don’t have ‘em...[muffled]
Gp: Wanna look at it, W--?
[move to other room to see what C is doing to the computer]
S: Gee. Lot’s of stuff.
C: Crap. It’s all like car salesmen guy stuff.
S: Huh.
C: PEO Agent. That doesn’t sound very interesting.
[wait for a bit, then move back into room with Gm, Gp, J, M, and D]
Gp: Yeah, I don’t think you have to worry too much, W--.
M: Hmhm.
Gp: Not yet, anyway.
M: Mm, yeah.
Gm: Wh, what’s the red light for? [talking of tape recorder]
Gp: Did you see it, S--?
S: Yeah, I saw it. Dis, recording a conversation for a school project.
Gm: Oh. Our conversation?
S: Yeah, it has a, of like a mixed group. At first I was thinkin’ like mixed, like race, but then I was thinkin’ about it and we’re also studyin’ differences in language in age and gender, And...It’ll be for an assignment later, but I figured since everybody was here it’d be a good time to do it and get it done.
Gm: Well, you certainly got a spread of age here.
S: And gender, too, so that’s good.
Gm: From eighty to twenty. That’s pretty good.
S: Hmhm. Yeah, and then we have to transcribe it and discuss it, or something like that, so, yeah.
Gp: But you, you committed a felony.
[large laughing from audience.]
S: Like I said, it, it, it’s family, so it’s okay!
Gp: Well, it might be okay with you...
M: That’s what I said, shouldn’t we all sign releases?
S: No, b,b, because then you’d be like, “Oh no! It’s a tape recorder!” But now everybody knows anyway, so, y’know, doesn’t really matter.
M: The secret’s out. ‘Cept your father. “Huh?”
S: That’s alright. He’s always in the dark.
D: Want me to tell you some stories?
Gm: Grandpa could tell you some stories. You shoulda been with us yesterday, S--, you woulda liked it up there. It was really nice.
S: Hmhm. Well, yesterday I was volunteering.
Gm: I got, I got, I got tired of, of followin’ them through the brush, so Dukey and I took a little trail down in the sunshine.
D: Yeah. They went bird-doggin’ a grouse, is what they did.
Gm: No, that was later.
D: Yeah, see? What?
S: You gotta cookie.
Gm: But anyhow, it was so nice and warm up there, Grandma didn’t even need her sweater.
S: Hm.
Gm: That’s what I like about it.
S: Yeah.
[Dad muttering c’mere to the dog in the background.]
Gp: Betcha it was over sixty up there. I think it was hotter up there than it was down here.
S: Terry!
C: Hey, S--!
S: Yes!
C: Who installed the, the um, the internet connection before? Did R-- come over?
S: Yeah.
D: Mmmyeah.
[S exiting, and going into where C is, followed shortly by M.]
S: I wasn’t here when he did it.
Gp: Boy, he’s sure watchin’ the [gets muffled by laughter.]
[muffled phrases]
Gp: Well, whaddya think?
M: Were you here, D--?
Gm: You ‘bout ready?
Gp: Whenever you are.
Gm: Duke, you ‘bout ready? [Just as a note, it would be over an hour before they actually leave.]
M: Well, we better arrange it for him to do it again, I guess.
Gp: Uh oh. Got somethin’ in her hand.
S: I, I uninstalled it. Well, I didn’t uninstall it, I un*hooked* it.
D: [Talking to Duke] Don’t jump off there.
S: Then he just kinda shut it off up there.
Gp: Ooo boy! [Yawning and stretching.]
D: [muffled] ...tired and going to your house. You just sit there. [Still talking to Duke, who is up on a footstool]
Gm: Dad, help him down.
D: No! You stay there!
M: [slight laughter]
Gm: Wait a minute! Wait a minute, Dad’ll getcha.
M: He says, “I’m trapped! I don’ wanna be trapped!” Terry! Terry!
Gm: No, that’s alright. No, no.
M: What a little beggar.
Gm: [Talking to Duke.] Show Dad. You better get it or...[muffled]
Gp: [muffled]
Gm: I thought you were gonna look at it. [Their conversation continued in background.]
S: Is all that fudge gone?
M: Yeah. Your dad ate it all.
S: I want some *fudge*! I was lookin’ forward to some *fudge* comin’ down here.
M: Ha ha ha ha! I’m sorry. You should have remembered an’ taken it back with you. Coulda put it in your teeny tiny freezer.
Gm: It’s alright. That’s all I got. It’s all gone. It’s all gone.
S: Chyeah. Terry! C’mere. Good dog. [muffled] Good girl.
D: Y’guys leavin’?
S: Whaddo we have for snacks, food-wise. I don’t really feel like a pastry.
Gp: [muffled]...put the camera up.
Gm: Yeah, we’re about ready. Why...[muffled]
D: Well I don’t want ya to go. No, I was wonderin’ where you were gonna sleep tonight.
M: There’s chips an’ dip... chocolate chip cookies, cake.
Gp: Gonna what?
D: ACHOO! [sneezes]
S: Hm. Oh well, I’m fine.
Gm: We’re gonna sleep in our bed.
M: There’s some grapefruit up there. There’s two grapefruit up there in the, dealy.
D: [muffled]... you can sleep on that one.
Gm: No, we’re not gonna do that. We’re gonna go home and go t’bed.
S: [muffled] ... couch.
D: Alright, I gotta cot out in the garage I’ll bring in.
Gm: We’re gonna go to bed. We’re gonna go over to our house and go to bed, aren’t we?
D: I don’ know why you didn’t buy one a little closer.
[pause]
Gm: Wwwee...I don’t know either. I don’ know why we didn’t just stay over on the river.
[pause]
S: Wot?
D: You like sittin’ on that hard spot? [referring to where I was sitting on the couch]
M: Kinda sinkin’ in there.
Gp: ‘Cause you said you wanted to move. [referring to previous moving discussion]
M: [laughing] Oooh, dear.
Gm: I don’t have any more. I gave Terry one and you one. I brought two. One for each of ya.
S: Terry, c’mere.
D: I don’t have anything to send home with ya tonight. Save my boxes and buckets.
M: No more five-gallon buckets, huh?
Gm: [muffled]... by today. I gave ’im four more down at work.
M: Oh. You shouldn’t need anymore, then.
Gm: You shoulda heard, S-- you shoulda heard him. He went ridin’ with us up in our pick-up,
S: Hmhm.
Gm: We stopped for lunch, he reached in an’ gets his sack out, an’ we get our sandwiches out, ‘n’ he says t’his dad, he says “Boy, it looks empty back there.” He says, “Where’s my five-gallon bucket?”
D: Didn’t have nothin’ t’set on! Had a little campfire an’ I had t’set on this [muffled].
Gp: Chainsaw, no shovel, no bucket.
Gm: No work gloves.
M: Nope. The essentials.
D: [muffled]... set your thing on.
M: Hey, I have a question. Did you guys watch that Tom Selleck/Monte Walsh thing?
Gm: I wanted to, but I missed it.
M: Oh, it’s on tonight and tomorrow night again. At eight o’clock.
Gm: Well, it’s eight o’clock now.
M: Yeah, well, it’s on tomorrow night, again.
[background conversation]
Gm: On what?
D: TV.
M: TNT, I think.
Gm: Yeah, well I don’t, I can’t find TNT on ours. It was on Hallmark last night.
Gp: TNT? We got that.
Gm: Have we?
D: Anyhow...
Gm: Tomorrow night at eight o’clock.
S: I did, until they reordered the stupid stations.
D: [muffled]... too many advertisements. Tell her. Tell her what happened with my stool I had to make outta that tree root.
Gm: It hadda nice, it was nice.
M: Yeah, it was TNT.
Gm: Okay. It was a, uh...
Gp: What channel’s that on the dish, W--? [Just a quick note, we have cable.]
M: [laughing] Yeah. I’m ‘fraid I can’t help ya there.
Gm: It was a shrub, and all the big stuff was there and kinda shot, y’know. But it was up off the ground far enough that he could sit on it.
S: Hmhm.
Gm: He sat on it, an’ as long as he sat on it, it was doin’ fine. But then he got up and put some more wood on the fire, and moved around a little bit, an’ then he went back to set on it, an’ he’d loosened it up enough that he ‘bout...[fades off][laughing]
M: Oh dear.
S: Like the chair! [referring to the times Dad’s flipped over in armchair.]
Gm: [muffled]...over and over. Anyhow, he got back up ‘n’ kicked it around and was gonna set on it again, an’ he says, “Whoa!” He says, “I think it’s coming out of the ground!”
D: Yeah, I fell off that darn thing.
S: Got kicked off by a *root*! That’s good.
D: An’ then I couldn’t stop rollin’.
Gp: Where was that? When we had lunch?
D: Yeah, you was around back a the pick-up.
M: That’s funny.
[end transcription]
[Just as a note, it would be about another 40 minutes until my grandparents actually left.]
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