General Discussion

We eventually wound up in Springfield, Illinois' "Cabbage Patch": an immigrant neighborhood that was mostly Slavs, Magyars and assorted Bohunks. My father insisted that we speak English at home, resulting in us children losing our Hungarian.
Of course, that didn't prevent us from learning interesting words from our less restrained, polyglot neighbors! Get me tired and/or mad enough to let my accent slip and I'll let fly with some profanities picked up from a terrifyingly ancient Cossak who lived across the street.