Th' Bowgy Mon Translated by Nigel Cooper

'''My mother, Iris nee Tromans, who died aged 70 in 1991, had her roots in Halesowen, Cradley, Quarry Bank and Oldhill. Around ten years after her death I decided it was high time I found out more about this part of my heritage. My first step was to renew my contact with relatives in the Black Country and beyond, and with their help I pieced together a good account of the family within living memory.'''

However, no one knew very much about earlier times. Not being able to travel to the Black Country easily, I turned to the internet, and the old Cradleylinks.com website was one of the first and most important local resources that I discovered. With the help of that site and others such as Rowleyregis.com I was soon exchanging vast amounts of information about my Tromanses, Smiths, Hubbles, Ganners and Attwoods with newly discovered distant and not-so-distant relatives. Of the Cradleylinks webmasters, for example, it turned out that Jill Guest is my third cousin on the Tromans side; we have discovered a lot of shared family memories. Nigel Brown is also an astronomically distant relative - at a best estimate he is my ninth cousin once removed, with our common Attwood ancestors back in the seventeenth century.



Last year (2006) I was able to combine this interest in my family history with another passion - translating poetry. The poem that I have translated here was written around 1905 in the dialect of German spoken in Strasbourg. It is a parody of Goethe's ballad Erlkönig (Erl King, 'alder-tree king') - best known outside German-speaking countries from vocal settings by Schubert and other composers. Erlkönig ends in tragedy: riding home during a storm, a father ignores his young son's pleas to save him from the enticements of the will-o'-the-wisp, and at the end of his journey he discovers that his child is dead in his arms. In the Strasbourg parody, the suspense and the sinister undertones are likewise maintained until the last verse; however, we then discover that the father and his (now considerably older) son are both very much alive if somewhat the worse for wear, having drunk rather more new wine than is good for them.

The parody was crying out to be translated, and Black Country dialect seemed the ideal medium for this. Not only is the language particularly close to its Germanic roots, but the sentiments of the poem are also very much in keeping with the slightly surreal self-mockery that is so typical of Black Country humour.

Of course it was necessary to change all the local references, and what could have been better than using people and places from my own family history? My grandfather, Ernest Tromans, grew up near Belle Vale Forge on the River Stour before moving to Halesowen. His nineteenth-century forebears had kept the Boat Inn by the canal tunnel in Oldhill. My grandmother Cissie's sister, Lily Harris nee Hubble, won't have known a fat lot about new wine, but I'm told that she was famous in Coombeswood for her home-brewed beer.

Black Country is, strictly speaking, my native language but I only spoke it until I was two, when my parents and I moved away and became southerners. I therefore needed a local expert to whom I could turn for advice - and so my thanks are due to Jill Guest for her help in fine-tuning the translation in impeccable Cradleyese.

I've included the Strasbourg dialect original in case there's anybody out there who wants to compare the two versions. The translation received a commendation in the 2006 poetry translation competition of the Stephen Spender Trust, sponsored by The Times. The same text appears on the Brindin Press poetry translation website together with some more examples of my work.

Nigel Cooper, May 2007

Th' Bowgy Mon trans.© Nigel Cooper 2006

D'R Erlekininni by C Knapp, Strasbourg, 1905