Words just passing through . . . . .



You know all those clever things that get sent around online? Here is one I received this morning from a good friend. It’s the best I’ve seen for a long time. I’d like to give credit but I don’t know who wrote it. I just wish I had.

Heavens to Murgatroyd!

Would you believe the email spell checker did not recognize the word murgatroyd? Lost Words from our childhood: Words gone as fast as the buggy whip! Sad really!

The other day a not so elderly (65) (I say 75) 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!! She knew she was old but not that old.

Well, I hope you are Hunky Dory after you read this and chuckle.

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.”

Back in the olden days we had a lot of moxie. We’d put on our best bib and tucker to straighten up and fly right.

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.

We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can say, well 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, go the words of our youth, the words we’ve left behind We blink, and they’re gone. Where have all those phrases gone?

Long gone: Pshaw, The milkman did it.

Hey! It’s your nickel.

Don’t forget to pull the chain.

Knee high to a grasshopper.

Well, Fiddlesticks!

Going like sixty.

I’ll see you in the funny papers.

Don’t take any wooden nickels.

It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter has liver pills. This can be disturbing stuff!

We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeable 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.

See ya later, alligator!

Feeling blue but voting red? . . . . .


It was a strange election indeed, not like any other I had seen in all my 91 years. When it came down to it I had lots of reasons not to vote. Here is a brief summary I wrote and put on Facebook:


The Election

I said I would vote

For the lesser  of  evils.

I said I would listen and

Study, compare.

I said I would vote for

The one who would lead us.

l said I would listen,

I said I’d be fair.

But when it came down to

The moment of choice

I must tell you my true heart

Must be the confessor.

I tried, but I couldn’t find

One who was faultless,

I tried but I couldn’t find

One who was lesser.


And when the election was over I posted this:

Note to Canadian Border Patrol: Watch closely. Some who are

crossing over are legitimate. But some are just actors.


Having a berry good time . . . . .


Remember all the puns I posted recently using food and song titles, and which I had copied from an online post?

Cleaning off my little table that I keep beside me today I found a list that I had thought up that night. Puns are fun. Here are a few of them, not tasteful perhaps but they’d do. See if you can quote the song’s actual title.

Blue Spoon

Fridge Over Bubbled Waters

Days of Wine and Boozes

Hello young livers

I’ll Be Steaming Ewe

I’m in the Mood for Dove

Somewhere Over the Grain Bowl

Lime After Lime

Just the Way You Cook Tonight

I’ll Be Looking at the Spoon  (but I’ll be seeing ewe)


Anyone want to add to the list? Make up one that

just makes you break out laughing.

Have a good day.