Dad's language book, late 1960s

Superb processing!

I saw it in
www.ipernity.com/group/minimalist-realsubjects

Thank you!

Warm tribute for your father cold preference.

Merci, Leopold. There are a few more I'll upload.

Oh yes fabulous processing!!

Cheryl, thank you for your appreciation!

Áhugavert meðferð.

Þakka þér, John!

Oh dear- islenska is awfully difficult!

Yes, even linguists dread it! I'm sure that Dad only learned Hello, Goodbye, Thank you, Where's the toilet and I'll have anything but fish, please. Lol! Thank you, Gudrun.

Haha, If he wanted anything but fish he would have lived on potatoes and mutton;-)

Mutton is worse than anything. Americans will not eat mutton. He hated fish, so probably ate only potatoes. Then there was Greenland. Seal meat, seal blubber, sealskin blankets. When he got home his suitcase smelled like seals. This was the 1960s, I was only a teenager. I think he mostly drank beer and ate cheese and bread from the monthly cargo ship.

Dad had narrow taste in foods, so the food part of of his travels was a trial for him. Lol!

Haha, that rings a bell! I remember my American uncle eating only Schnitzel and Zwiebelrostbraten day in day out on a fortnight's holiday in the Dolomites;-) In Britain he did suffer even worse...
When my relatives came to Germany in the 70ies, they had a long list of foods the Army thought of as dangerous to eat in Europe, sausage, milk and icecream among them- "germs"!!!!
I wonder how I survived childhood-LOL

That is hilarious - as if they were going to the Congo! You are so brave to eat German ice cream, Gudrun - lol! I've eaten everything in two African countries, by the way. The only thing that made me sick was when I brushed my teeth on my last morning in Dakar with tap water without thinking. Wooo, I was SO sorry on the plane to Paris!

I can relate to that- I had trouble flying home from Chile, and everybody who was at dinner the last evening there. I suspected the ice in the cocktail... Oh well, we survived;-)