The other day I ruminated for you on the subject of going to "the store".
Not naming the store but because of growing up in a very small town there was usually only *one* store so one didn't have to name it.
That prompted an email from a friend of mine with whom I spent many childhood years in that town.
He said he had been thinking about all the words and phrases that were commonplace back then but have since mostly disappeared from our speech.
So he wrote a little poem about it.
With thanks to Jerry, here it is.
Did he miss any?
If you can think of any more, just let us all know in your comment.
But they are all foreign to me! 😁😉
ReplyDeleteThese came from Ron in North Carolina via email: Holy Cow!!! Gee Willow Curs (Willikers). Fast as a rabbit. Holy smokes.
ReplyDeleteAfter a while, crocodile!
ReplyDeleteYup.
DeleteSee you soon, baboon!
Deleteor 'raccoon'.
DeleteI must admit I'd never heard that one (or two).
DeleteWe left him hung out to dry. Smokes like a chimney; drinks like a fish. Two bricks shy of a load.
ReplyDeleteLinda Sand
Excellent!
DeleteSharp as a tack.
ReplyDeleteSo sharp you'll cut yourself.
So many good phrases and words!
Exactly.
DeleteA few cards short of a full deck.
ReplyDeleteI think I detect someone with rolled up jeans, back in the day.
DeleteCool the way all the different expressions were woven into a poem.
ReplyDeleteYes, it was.
DeleteI still love Dagnabbit and use it once in a while. Heavens to Betsy Ross is another favorite.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful poem! I can probably think of some Australian versions if I put my mind to it, but I'm too tired from all this heat. 43C today, that's 107F
ReplyDeleteBet your bottom dollar. Classy Chasis. Bedroom eyes. Land o Goshen. Cusses like a sailor. Looks like a million bucks. tc
ReplyDeleteI am sure that Jerry did miss some old and familiar words but as I am English the words I might suggest would possibly be puzzling to Yanks. May I say that I applaud "The Words We Lost". Well-observed by your old friend. Fashions change, towns change and even the words we use change as time marches on.
ReplyDeleteI am old enough, and spent enough time with grandparents, to understand those. Kind of like driving a manual transmission, lost on the current generation,
ReplyDeleteWhat a great poem! Thank you, Jerry and Catalyst. (NewRobin13)
ReplyDeleteI remember a lot of those!
ReplyDeleteThat was great reading! I can think of a few---it's all Greek to me, for one. he's a real Crackerjack, whistlin' Dixie, right off the top of my head.
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