Lost Words from Our Youth

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Heavens to Murgatroyd!
Would you believe the email spell checker did not recognize the word murgatroyd?

Words gone as fast as the buggy whip! Sad really! The other day a not so elderly (65) lady said something to her son about driving a Jalopy and he looked at her quizzically and said what the heck is a Jalopy? OMG (new phrase!) he never heard of the word jalopy!!

So they went to the computer an pulled up a picture from the movie “The Grapes of Wrath." Now that was a Jalopy! She knew she was old but not that old...

I hope you are Hunky dory after you read this and chuckle...


*WORDS AND PHRASES REMIND US OF THE WAY WE WERE*

by Richard Lederer

About a month ago, I illuminated some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology. These phrases included "Don't touch that dial," "Carbon copy," "You sound like a broken record" and "Hung out to dry.”

A bevy of readers have asked me to shine light on more faded words and expressions, and I am happy to oblige:
Back in the olden days we had a lot of moxie. We'd put on our best bib and tucker and straighten up and fly right. Hubba-hubba!

We'd cut a rug in some juke joint and then go necking and petting and smooching and spooning and billing and cooing and pitching woo in hot rods and jalopies in some passion pit or lovers lane.

Heavens to Betsy! Gee whillikers! Jumping Jehoshaphat! Holy moley! We were "In like Flynn" and "Living the life of Riley", and even a regular guy couldn't accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill. Not for all the tea in China!

Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when's the last time anything was swell? Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.; of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes and pedal pushers. Oh, my aching back. Kilroy was here, but he isn't anymore.

Like Washington Irving's Rip Van Winkle and Kurt Vonnegut's Billy Pilgrim, we have become unstuck in time. We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can say, I'll be a monkey's uncle! or This is a fine kettle of fish! we discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent as oxygen, have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards.

Poof, poof, poof go the words of our youth, the words we've left behind. We blink, and they're gone, evanesced from the landscape and words cape of our perception, like Mickey Mouse wristwatches, hula hoops, skate keys, candy cigarettes, little wax bottles of colored sugar water and an organ grinder’s monkey.

Where have all those phrases gone? Long time passing. Where have all those phrases gone? Long time ago: Pshaw. The milkman did it.

Think about the starving Armenians. Bigger than a bread box. Banned in Boston. The very idea! It's your nickel. Don't forget to pull the chain. Knee high to a grasshopper. Turn-of-the-century. Iron curtain. Domino theory. Fail safe. Civil defense. Fiddlesticks!

You look like the wreck of the Hesperus. Cooties. Going like sixty. I'll see you in the funny papers. Don't take any wooden nickels. Heavens to Murgatroyd! And awa-a-ay we go!

Oh, my stars and garters!

It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter had liver pills. This can be disturbing stuff, this winking out of the words of our youth, these words that lodge in our heart's deep core.

But just as one never steps into the same river twice, one cannot step into the same language twice. Even as one enters, words are swept downstream into the past, forever making a different river.

We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeful times. For a child each new word is like a shiny toy, a toy that has no age.

We at the other end of the chronological arc have the advantage of remembering there are words that once did not exist and there were words that once strutted their hour upon the earthly stage and now are heard no more, except in our collective memory.

It's one of the greatest advantages of aging. We can have our cake and eat it, too.

See ya later, alligator! After while, crocodile!
 
In some cases words like "cannot" aren't recognized. I've even run into some problems with programs not liking "can not". You really want to confuse the young use "mayn't". There's a good contraction you never hear anymore.
 
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The ones I use that nobody remembers are;

"Set it and forget it", from Ron Pepeil, (Ronco).

references to "Rube Goldberg" machines are lost on the youth.

Recently the dispatcher at work, could not figure out why the phone kept buzzing when she called a customer. It was a "Busy signal". LOL!
 
"Busier than a cat covering up s#@* on a tin roof and bringing dirt from a quarter mile"
Uglier than home made sin
Don't touch that dial, come back and smile
I'd walk a mile for a Camel
Brought back some old memories, thanks
olcop
 
2Late45 said:
I really enjoy visiting my neighbor, who lives "Caddywompas" across the street from me..



\\Good ol South Georgia Saying too: Strangest variation of it was from a man from Oregon, he expressed
it as "angle goggle"
olcop











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Just talkin' with an elderly gentleman the other day about the same subject.


Answer to how are you: "Just tolable (tolerable) well."

Answer to how are you: "Fair to middlin'."

Invitation to come in: "Get down and set a spell."

And: "Button the door." "Slop the hogs." "For shore and certain."

"Grinnin' like a mule eatin' briars" "Happy as a dead pig in the sunshine."
Bob Wright
 
From one of the 007 movies---Bond accompanies a gal to her place, where she goes off to another room. She comes back with a different hair color. Bond comments, and she asks "Do you mind?" to which he replies "Not so long as the collar and cuffs match."
 
Bob Wright said:
Just talkin' with an elderly gentleman the other day about the same subject.


Answer to how are you: "Just tolable (tolerable) well."

Answer to how are you: "Fair to middlin'."

Invitation to come in: "Get down and set a spell."

And: "Button the door." "Slop the hogs." "For shore and certain."

"Grinnin' like a mule eatin' briars" "Happy as a dead pig in the sunshine."
Bob Wright


You know what "fair to middlin is"..it's grades of wool from the shearers of old..."good, fair and middlin" described the wool.

I know all this stuff because I read it on the Burma Shave signs along Highway 30 along the UP mainline in the 40's..

My Dad played saxaphone in the band at the University of Nebraska in the 20's...he slicked his hair over and was called a "cake eater"...Mom was a flapper ... and I was unexpected!

My buddy has a big sportfishing boat....he's my age (late 70's) and he couldn't come up with a good name...he finally decided on "Bees Knees" ....that's reaching back a long way.

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You know what "fair to middlin is"..it's grades of wool from the shearers of old..."good, fair and middlin" described the wool.

Maybe so where you come from, here in the South its cotton grades. And middlin' (middling) came in degrees, "fair to middlin',low middlin', strict low middlin' and middlin'."

On Front Street in downtown Memphis, cotton samples were brought in and graded on long wooden tables, then droped onto the floor. These samples were wrapped in paper in long rolls called "snakes" and taken out to the sidewalk in front of the sales offices. The snakes were gathered up and sold with proceeds going to the Cynthia Mild Fund, a program for needy mothers.

Bob Wright
 
Another phrase from my past: I had a Sunday School teacher who worked in a saddle shop in downtown Memphis, along the parade route of Cotton Carnival parades. He especially tsk-tsked the majorettes as he said:

"They didn't have on enough clothes to swab a shotgun with."

Bob Wright
 
Bob Wright said:
You know what "fair to middlin is"..it's grades of wool from the shearers of old..."good, fair and middlin" described the wool.

Maybe so where you come from, here in the South its cotton grades. And middlin' (middling) came in degrees, "fair to middlin',low middlin', strict low middlin' and middlin'."

On Front Street in downtown Memphis, cotton samples were brought in and graded on long wooden tables, then droped onto the floor. These samples were wrapped in paper in long rolls called "snakes" and taken out to the sidewalk in front of the sales offices. The snakes were gathered up and sold with proceeds going to the Cynthia Mild Fund, a program for needy mothers.

Bob Wright

"Dag nab it" I think you are right....My mind is "low middlin" these days...glad you caught it...I could be a politician with this memory.
 
I recently encountered a coworker just after work. I am 72 and he is maybe 20. He asked how I was. I said I was fine, but my dogs were barking. I didn't quite understand his look after the remark. Later I realized that he had absolutely no clue what I was talking about. That coin has two sides: I don't understand half of what his generation is talking about. Time marches on.
 

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