LOVED these~~~ think you will too!!!
Heavens to Murgatroyd!
believe the email spell checker did not recognize the word
Lost Words from our childhood:
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!)
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...
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 obsolete
because of the
inexorable march of technology. These phrases included
that dial," "Carbon copy," "You sound like a broken record"
"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
tucker and straighten up and fly right.
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
were in like Flynn and living the life of Riley, and even a regular
couldn't accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a
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?
has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.; of spats,
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,
have become unstuck in time. We wake up from what surely has been
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
omnipresent as oxygen, have vanished with
notice from our tongues and our pens and our
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 of our
perception, like Mickey Mouse wristwatches, hula hoops, skate keys,
cigarettes, little wax bottles of colored sugar water and an
Where have all those phrases gone?
Long time passing. Where have all those
time ago: Pshaw.
The milkman did it.
Think about the
Bigger than a
Banned in Boston.
It's your nickel.
Don't forget to pull the
Knee high to a grasshopper.
You look like the wreck of the Hesperus.
Going like sixty.
I'll see you in the funny
Don't take any wooden nickels.
Heavens to Murgatroyd!
And awa-a-ay we go!
Oh, my stars and
It turns out there are more of these lost words and
Carter had liver
This can be
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
Even as one enters, words are swept downstream into
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
that once did not exist and there were words that once strutted
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
have archaic and eat it, too.
See ya later, alligator