When I was a court reporter, I ran into language that gave me pause when creating the transcript. But the correct pronunciation rhymes with booze: “I use my crockpot a lot in the winter.” My Mom also called everyone “hon,” short for honey, no matter how old they were. Now, some people, who are not from Cincinnati, pronounce this “use” as in “Did you make good use of your breadmaker?” Rhymes with juice. Mom on the phone: “Hon, are yous coming up this weekend?” In Cincinnati, we said, “Yous.” This is the equivalent to “Y’all” in the south where I now live.
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One was Mike’s and the other Jake’s.ĭad also said, “For crying out loud.” On several occasions he said, “Bettyann, for crying out loud, your handwriting looks like chicken scratching.” That was before I figured out how to copy his beautiful penmanship. My father-I love this one-when I would ask him where he was going, liked to say, “To Mike’s below Jake’s to get a belly ache.” Turns out there were two saloons downtown on Main Street. “Oh, fiddlesticks, I forgot to turn off the oven.” My mother said “fiddlesticks” when I was young. Instead of pretzels, she said, “bretzels.” She also ended some sentences with “don’t you know.” As in, “She was a beautiful woman, don’t you know.” I don’t use question marks with those sentences because they were not really questions. My German grandmother pronounced certain words funny. For instance, this past week I remembered the Notre Dame nun, principal of our high school, who once said, “Miss Dean, you are as brass as nails.” I never thought nails were brass, so I told her so. I own words that people outside my family have left me. My children, and now my grandchildren, have given me words that make me laugh out loud, to cherish forever, to inspire happy moments-and even sad moments. Have you written them and/or saved them? Do you have a file where they’re stored? Words, like memories, have a way of wafting away in the wind.Ĭan you match photos with your words collection? Post #33 – Women’s Memoirs, ScrapMoir – Matilda Butler and Kendra Bonnettĭo you use words that you remember people saying, maybe your children, the words of your siblings when you were a kid? Your grandchildren?