I LOVED these~~~ think you will too!!!
Heavens to Murgatroyd!
Would you believe the email spell checker did not recognize the word
Lost Words from our childhood:
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 and 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
*WORDS AND PHRASES REMIND US OF THE WAY WE WORD*
by Richard Lederer
About a month ago, I illuminated some old expressions that have become
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
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
Heavens to Betsy! Gee whillikers! Jumping Jehoshaphat!
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
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 wordscape
perception, like Mickey Mouse wristwatches, hula hoops, skate keys, candy
cigarettes, little wax bottles of colored sugar water and an organ
Where have all those phrases gone? Long time passing. Where have all those
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.
You look like the wreck of the Hesperus.
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
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 archaic and eat it, too.
See ya later, alligator