The Best Birthday Present Ever!

I had a birthday this week. Probably means I need to update my "about" blurb [something I still detest.] It also means that I got to open what might be my most anticipated gift since Kirsten my American Girl doll, Christmas morning of 1988.

Several days earlier, I was talking with some classmates at the Wednesday department "soup kitchen," and voiced my enthusiasm for said perfect gift. Imagine my surprise when, instead of the delighted-if somewhat jealous-exclamations I anticipated, my enthusiasm was met with dumbfounded-if not pitying-stares and the awed pronouncement; "Wow, you really ARE a nerd."

What was this perfect birthday gift which so thoroughly cemented my geekiness in the eyes of what I'd thought were kindred spirits?

A three volume, 18-pound copy of Merriam-Websters Third International Dictionary-Unabridged.

That dictionary has been the companion of my forays into the English language for as long as I can remember:

At least 70% of the questions posed to my father by a person under the age of 10 will be answered one of three ways; "I love you," "17," or "Go look it up." I have vivid memories of [after the obligatory groan and my best 8-year-old attempt at rolling my eyes] dragging the volumes out one at a time [the one you needed was always on the bottom] the ends clunking to the ground because I could barely get my hands around the spine, let along hold the thing up, and singing through the alphabet several times through as I flipped page after crinkly gossamer page full of words like anachronism and polydactyl.

It would be generous to suggest I completed even half of those vocabulary quests. Some impossibly long word would catch my eye and send me skittering off after Latin roots and colloquial usages; erratic, forgetful, and utterly entranced.

Reading Evangeline in 4th grade I remember falling asleep pinned under the covers, one massive volume on each side of me and one splayed open across my chest. I also remember the first time I felt my imagination crackle and raw green paths open up like a new dimension from looking up a word I thought I already knew...[do you know what a druid is?]

And so it's gone.

That dictionary has provided revelation for a change of heart and the ammunition to win many an intellectual scuffle. I've found words I say to myself when I need a smile [try "persimmon," it's pretty much my favorite] and words that have defined emotions I thought might tear me apart. And though a professor recently told me definitions might be the best way to kill a reader's interest in anything I have to say, just yesterday, I used my dictionary to start a paper and discovered that the Latin root of "application" means "a joining to" or "attaching to oneself."

So, there it is, I am unabashedly, unequivocally, most likely irreversibly a word nerd, and my dictionary is the best birthday present ever!

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1  Aubree ~ December 15, 2007 7:30 PM

Sara Joy, I love that you are a total nerd too! When I was eight I asked for a globe for my birthday. Definitely a move I will never live down. Many a derogatory comment from my family members has ended in, "This coming from the girl who wanted a globe for her birthday". My globe was donated to Goodwill when my family moved into our new house and I asked for a new one for Christmas. We'll see if I get my "perfect gift."



2  Clifton ~ December 17, 2007 9:09 AM

In a world of video game addiction, mounds of useless content on the Web, and people seeking riches without the foundation of education, your article is reassuring!

Being a nerd is totally cool once you're over 20. :)



3  Tim ~ December 17, 2007 11:04 AM

I am pleased. Have you similarly pined for the grand OED?



4  SaraJoy ~ January 22, 2008 8:25 PM

Actually, no.
I didn't discover the OED until much later in life...I was probably at least 16 ;) Perhaps that's why, though I have had thoroughly enjoyable forays into its pages, my heart still remains loyal to my first love.



5  Mauri ~ February 18, 2008 11:10 PM

Wow, I'm almost reluctant to say that I feel the same way, but about the OED, as Tim mentioned. I love that book, seriously. It was a sad day when BYU finally realized that I wasn't a student anymore (only about a year ago), and I no longer have online access to it. I have needed it on many occasions since then. Welcome to the club.



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