DICTIONARIES
My History
Glenn
Lehman
I missed Noah Websters
(1758-1843) birthdayOctober 16.
Some call it Dictionary Day. Like I ever
knew there was such a thing!
Before Webster compiled
the 1828 American Dictionary of the
English Language, all dictionaries
were English. With his work Webster
declared linguistic freedom for America.
He made catalog from catalogue and
color from colour. His
tung for tongue never won the
day.
From my childhood on,
people around me talked about words and
checked dictionaries. They could delight
in a words obscurity, length,
spelling, origin, or ability to rhyme or
make rhythm or puns. My father liked
preachers who could use a big 75-cent
word from time to time. Relatives often
went to the bookshelf below the record
player to settle a verbal dispute with a
dictionary. "Gloaming. Is
that twilight? Before or after
nightfall?" I picked up the bug of
logophilia. Until 1990 I lived in the age
of the dictionary. Now I still like a
dictionary close at hand, but more often
I use the computer spell-check.
My relationship with
the dictionary has evolved. Awe was my
first feeling; early on I served the
dictionary as an acolyte serving a deity.
I trusted the experts to tell me how to
spell niece or sycophant or
potato. At puberty I entered a
prurient stage in my relationship with
the dictionary. Id look up
glans, vas deferens, coitus, or other
salacious marriage manual words. At this
stage I also plied Leviticus for rare
prohibitions.
When high school
teachers required dictionary work, I
entered a dread stage. If I couldnt
spell a word, how could I find it? Hours
were lost trying to find gnaw,
tsoriasis, or philology. The
dread turned to confidence, the
confidence became pride. I even sported a
German-English, Latin-English, or other
two-language dictionary, a sure sign of
erudition in the hallwayand a
one-way pass to geekdom.
By college the
possession of a prominently displayed,
huge dictionary lent an air of gravitas
to my dorm room. Go aheadenter
my room and say "aint" or
"he dont" or pronounce it
"filum" or "ek
cetera." Say "libary" or
"nucular." After you leave, the
dictionary will console me with superior
knowledge.
When I turned about age
20, a period of doubt eclipsed
confidence. I became aware that
dictionaries do not all reach the same
conclusions. That dawned on me about the
time I had to acknowledge that Bible
translations and ancient manuscripts do
not always agree word for word.
Then a period of
retrenchment came. New words made me
recoil with denial and then with fear.
When did radar first appear? Airport?
Biosphere? At that time I learned
that new species of germs emerge
regularlyespecially when we fight
them. That called into question when God
finished the business of creation. I
wanted an English created in six days,
then frozen for eternity.
I remember when "aint"
appeared for the first time in a
dictionary. Having just mastered the
basics, I didnt want the standards
to change. I had learned that
dictionaries were meant to be
prescriptive. Now would they be merely
descriptive? So, if the masses insisted
on vulgarizing speech with
"aint," would
lexicographers simply roll over? I wanted
our language to be controlled by snobs
who still wrote memos in Latin.
I found this both
useful and frightening. In the work of
music and worship planning I passed
through denial and resistance, then hope
and love. Shall we choose hymns the
people want or hymns the hymnologists
want? Finally one sees these choices in
language and the arts as an eternal
dialogue, the popular benefiting from the
learned and vice versa.
Words beguile us into
thinking they are mere symbols, a
shorthand way to point out things and
actions. But no. Words point to more than
objects and actions. They go on to
connote cultural habitats, even economy
and class. The difference between a
dialect and a language, they say, is an
army.
I further discovered
each dictionary edition had unique
strengths. Each publisher had a
particular entry style. Then also I
became aware of lodes of richer
information. I read entries to their
obscure ends. I delighted in etiology,
the ancestry of words, even dates and
citations of usage.
As Bible publishing has
its leather binding and Indian paper,
dictionaries have their own ways to
inspire devotion. The index thumb tabs,
making them in that way so like some
Bibles, gave them their own holy aura and
increased the reverence I held for these
books about words.
The huge unabridged
dictionary in most libraries, enthroned
on its own special stand, had fostered
that notion. Today I walk into the local
library and cluck at the budget they have
for Internet service. Somewhere behind
the stacks or in the reference section
mopes a rejected unabridged. I look up a
word to make it feel useful. I know
Ive entered the mature
collaborative stage.
Glenn Lehman,
Leola, Pennsylvania, fantasizes about
being born like a hymn, from the
conjunction of words and music. And like
a child who needs to please both parents,
he has been trying to report on life in
both music and words ever since. In the
past 10 years, he has found a niche in
early American church music as director
of Harmonies Workshop.
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