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Global Love by Catherine Bell
Throughout History, people have been pursuing love from
afar despite the obstacles of geography or cultural divide.
People like; Grace Kelly and Prince Rainer; John Lennon and
Yoko Ono; Guy Ritchie and Madonna are all examples of love
done global style. Of course, these relationships all ended
either tragically or just plain badly but that is not the
point, the point is, that intercultural marriages are nothing
new. However, when you make the choice to go global with your
own marriage, it ALL becomes new: a new person, a new
lifestyle, a new country and, of course, a new culture. I said
yes to an intercultural marriage in 1998 when I married a
wonderful man with an accent that brought butterflies to my
stomach. He was born and raised in New Zealand. We opted to
start our life together in my homeland, the United States. We
lived in the upper mid-west of the U.S. for 6 years until my
husband felt the pull of his heart strings to return to his
Motherland. So, now with two young children and a household of
stuff, we embarked on our global migration (and my husbands
return) to New Zealand in 2004.
Marrying interculturally was done purely for love. And
to tell you the truth, neither one of us completely thought it
through. It is a marriage of compromise as most marriages are
but there is something about compromising the location of your
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homeland that is not an easy undertaking. I knew when getting
into this marriage that we would end up on the other side of
the world eventually and I really thought I felt alright with
that fact. My thinking centered around the idea that we were
both from the same basic origin, England. So, I thought that
I surely would fit in easily. Grant it, my ancestors thumbed
there noses at England and basically have little to nothing to
do with the Royal heritage. My husband, on the other hand,
does seem to take it all a little bit more seriously. The
whole Commonwealth situation is one that I don’t fully
understand though the people above America seem to be keen
enough on it. I don’t deny that Princess Diane melted even
the hardest of American hearts but, the Queen? Why?
Packing up a household and moving to the other side of
the world was – as you might think – a big deal. The moving
companies seem to know this and take full advantage of this as
well. At a state of heightened emotion as your possessions
are being packed up and loaded onto a container, the quote
that was given to you several months before suddenly goes up
significantly. Coincidentally, there is not a thing you can
do if you would like to see your stuff again. On that note,
we began our journey to our new home in New Zealand. We met
the movers on the other side of the world once we had settled
into our new home – of course it took them quite a bit longer
to get there – 3 months longer to be exact (on the positive
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side, I did discover that children can be quite happy playing
with large boxes in the absence of toys for long periods of
time if needed). Both my husband and I were delighted to hear
of their arrival at port – soon to be crushed with the
expectations of more fees in order to actually see our stuff
again. My husband and I, both trying to look on the bright
side, decided that there is a certain reassurance to know that
crooks live on both sides of the Pacific. Extorted once
again, we wearily unloaded our gear and began the setup.
I knew way before our belongings arrived that we were
well and truly in a different country when shopping at the
grocery store and I saw lots of food proudly displaying they
were loaded with CARBS! In contrast, the Atkins diet was in
full swing in the good old U.S.A. shunning any food that might
have carbohydrates in it or near it if you wanted to lose even
a single pound. Every food advertiser there knew to hide
evidence of CARBS in whatever way possible – legally or
illegally so, I thought it a good sign that the Kiwis weren’t
petrified by carbohydrates. They also seem to laugh in the
face of high fat dairy and processed meat. My husband and
children would be thrilled.
We arrived in late May and winter seemed to just be
getting started with lots of wind, rain and chilly weather.
We had settled in the beautiful Waikato in the North Island
and I was thrilled to see so many sheep as I was promised. As
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I bundled the children and myself up to take a walk outside, I
was a bit confused over the way the average pedestrian was
dressed. It appeared that by looking at the clothing, we were
still in a summery climate. Short sleeves, jandals (if they
were wearing shoes at all) and sometimes shorts were the
attire. It does make you question yourself when the majority
of passer-by’s dress so seasonally different than you. But, I
had come from quite a cold State in the U.S. so; I thought I
knew how to dress for the weather. I had to stick with my
instincts. I had children to think of, after all.
I was taken aback by the seasonal clothing choices more
than once and in particular, an incident with the satellite TV
technician comes to mind. A fairly fit man probably in his
early 50’s showed up claiming to be there to set us up with
satellite communication shortly after our arrival in New
Zealand. Again, it was a cold day and we all had our jackets
and warm socks on to keep warm. He arrived on time – that
wasn’t the problem. He seemed very friendly and capable - that
wasn’t a problem either. What confused and startled me (and
maybe was a bit of a problem) was what he chose to wear on a
very cold day at the start of June. He was wearing very
short, white shorts (what I later came to find out were called
“stubby shorts”) and big black rubber boots (what I later came
to find out were “gum boots”). I thought maybe my husband had
sent me a strip-o-gram! I fully expected him to pull out a
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boom box and start the show with a fling off of his left boot
to “Y.M.C.A.” by the Village People. When he didn’t do this,
I just learned to accept it and admired his legs instead while
he hooked me up to the rest of the world via satellite.
My husband’s family were all very kind when we first
arrived; all that is, except his Nana or Big Nana as the
family called her. She was suspicious of me from the start
and referenced me as “the Yank”. I’ve always considered
myself a fairly realistic patriot as far as my country went.
Never a zealot and was usually one of the first to see our
faults but I have to admit that it can bring out the most
primal patriotic feeling when you are attacked not for your
character but for someone else’s perception of what your
character should be based on their perceived notion of a place
they have never been. Seeing how old Big Nana was, I think
she was basing her views of the United States on episodes of
“Dynasty” or “Dallas” that would have played here 10 years
after J.R. was even shot! Anyhow, I took all the knocks about
how our dairy couldn’t be as good, how our meat couldn’t be as
tender, how our, trees couldn’t be as green, etc. I think I
took it all in stride even when she suggested my children
didn’t really look that much like their father. The only thing
that got me through the very long evening was envisioning
taking the old broad out back and laying into her with a few
American kidney punches! But I refrained and the next time I
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saw Big Nana she was quite sweet to me. I guess it was some
sort of old school initiation?
That wasn’t the only time I felt initiated into a new
environment. Driving was another experience that took me out
of my comfort zone. In the United States, we drive on the
right side of the road and I mean that literally not
ironically in any way as my husband has accused. When driving
in another country, it is a sink or swim situation. I found
myself alone in an empty house (our furniture had not arrived
at this point) with two little kids. I could stay there,
alone and entertain them with sculptures made from carpet fuzz
or I could get in the car and drive to one of the many parks
or even somebody’s house that had children who might be able
to entertain mine. After one day on my own – I jumped into
the car, strapped the kids in and told myself to think left.
And, actually, this seemed to work everywhere except car
parks. There seems to be little rhyme or reason to the
traffic order within the actual car park itself and also to
this day, I do not understand the size of the spaces given to
park. Did there use to be a fluctuation of clown cars in New
Zealand? That would be the only thing that would account for
such a small space given to fit what is now quite large cars.
The strategy I chose to use to navigate through these lots was
to follow the most expensive car and hope they wouldn’t lead
me astray. It has worked so far. God forbid, I accidentally
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follow a stock broker or a banker who has lost the plot during
an economic down turn!
Car parks weren’t the only place I had near misses. The
language barrier often found me smack dab in accidental
confusion. In fact, it could sneak up rather unexpectedly
like in the kitchen when my mother-in-law and I had an
altercation over what a hamburger was at one point. I thought
it was perfectly clear as did she but neither one of us was
talking the same language (slang I should say). The
conversation went something like this: Me: “I need to run to
the store to get buns for the hamburgers.” Her: “Don’t
bother, we don’t need buns.” Me with a confused and maybe
annoyed look: “It isn’t a hamburger without the buns. It is
just a patty on a plate.” Her with a confused and maybe
annoyed look: stony silence. We ended up settling on
sausages instead.
Slang is unique to every country and often even within
certain areas of that country. It can lead to
misunderstandings among the newbies to the culture as I found
out. On one of our very first invites to a social event I was
asked to bring a “plate”. Imagine my surprise after I caught
on to the fact that they meant to bring a plate with food on
it to share with the group! I quickly grabbed what was left in
the kids’ lunch boxes that were on the floor of the car to
pass off as my “plate”. I don’t think I impressed anyone with
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my display of Cheese Doodles and raisins but I managed to
cover up my ignorance. Another slang phrase that caused me
difficulty and my children total humiliation because of my
difficulty was the term “fancy dress”. I assumed by the use
of the word “fancy”, it meant your “Sunday best” as Americans
say, but again I was wrong as we instantly discovered when
walking into the party and were surrounded by Batmen and
princesses! After that, the kids never did quite trust my
interpretation of the language.
Pronunciation can be a problem for me as well. My
husband and I have had an ongoing debate over pronunciation.
He claims because he speaks what he calls the “Queen’s
English”, his version of how a word should sound is most
correct. Well, I have already covered my views on the Queen so
this theory didn’t hold much weight with me. I feel when the
meaning is lost due to the pronunciation then the Queen must
be wrong. An example that I like to rub in my husband’s face
(for lack of a better phrase) is his pronunciation of the
names Alan and Ellen. He pronounces both as the later: “L –
N”. So, when I ask him how his day went and he says, “fine,
‘L-N’ and I played squash at lunch time” I don’t know if I
should be jealous that he is spending so much time sweating
with an attractive female office colleague or relieved that he
is getting good exercise with his male colleague. He actually
does mean the male colleague and I try to point out to him
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that the A’s should be pronounced as a long A as in apple. To
this day, he still does not hear the difference! We have had
to learn to agree to disagree and I have not yet taken it up
with the Queen.
Even feeling fairly secure about what the differences
were that I would encounter, I was still taken off guard on
many occasions. This feeling of not quite “getting it” can
create a sense of true isolation even in a room full of
friendly people. It can be a bit startling to be the one not
to get the joke or not understand the political reference. I
have grown to appreciate that strong sense of belonging you
embrace because you “get it” right away and you are part of a
group. This is a deep feeling that is very easy to take for
granted if you have never felt like the outsider. I can truly
empathize with the immigrants that have far more than slang
barriers to worry about.
We are going on 5 years now in New Zealand. My children
are a hybrid of Kiwi and American but have opted to call me
Mum and not Mom so I know they are strongly influenced by the
folks in the Southern Hemisphere at this point. I haven’t
perfected a Pavlova yet but most of the locals appreciate my
contribution of American style brownies and chocolate chip
cookies so I feel appreciated when asked to bring a “plate”.
And most importantly, my husband’s accent still brings
butterflies to my stomach. Viva la global love!