Actually, I speak Hochdeutsch and Pfaelzisch, which was my regional dialect. A very ornery one, actually, but that’s the great thing about dialects and accents. They’re so full of character, aren’t they?
My mother was born in Silesia, which was Germany at the time, and always had been. Some people believe Germany annexed the region, but they’re mistaken. they’re probably thinking of parts of Czechoslovakia. Anyways, at the end of the second war, the Soviet Union really screwed up eastern europe, because of their various land grabs. Poland was carved up, and its people were displaced to the west. What was Germany, was now Poland, and my mom was suddenly a refugee. She eventually wound up in northern Germany, and was looked down upon, by the longtime residents. She never learned a regional dialect, because my grandmother frowned upon such things.
A lot of the Dutch people I’ve met could open their mouth and pass as German, but the reverse was not true. Understanding is one thing . . . pronunciation and speech is another
To keep it car-related . . . My grandmother was partial to Volvos. She would have loved to drive a 240 series, but her financial situation didn’t allow for that. Even though she was a civil servant with a decent income, and later a good pension . . . a teacher, actually . . . her husband was a well-meaning man who was lousy with finances, and that sometimes held the family back. The Volvo she did drive . . . she had a few of them . . . was a 340 series hatchback, which apparently had earlier been known as DAF. The interior did have the same general look as those 240s, but it was smaller, and apparently wasn’t built to the same quality levels