[ WP ] Your grandparents always playfully bickered in their native language . To surprised them , you took lessons , but now you understand what they 're really saying ...

My Grandpa is from the Rocky Boy reservation in Montana. Chippewa Cree was his first language. This always intrigued me since a little child. E.S.L. students were in my class but, spoke Spanish or Russian. To be from here in America and have English be a second language just did n't make sense to me. 
 
 
 He grew up in a boarding school, and was reprimanded when he spoke his `` Native'' language. Hearing him speak it always embedded an intense indescribable feeling in me. He would always call me `` Tugay'' it almost sounded like saying `` the-gay'' really fast. He never said it first but after saying something to me. Like `` come here Tuguy''. 
 
 My Grandpa has passed away. He was my world. I was n't raised by my parents but by my Grandpa. There is no Rosseta stone for Chippewa Cree. 
 
 I went to Rocky Boy for a whole summer to dig in to my roots. When I started learning the dying language, I was completely puzzled and taking back when I learned what my Grandpa was calling me. My grandpa used to always say that there are words in English that do n't translate in to Cree and vise versa. But the word/name I learned he always used for me means, Asshole.
