Words just passing through . . . . .

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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!

3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Betty Clark
    Nov 29, 2016 @ 14:36:55

    Out, out, brief candle!

    Reply

  2. Kathy
    Nov 30, 2016 @ 00:03:48

    Oh, I love that, Doris! Such fun reminders of the swell olden days!! 🙂

    Reply

  3. Gary Ehrenfried
    Dec 01, 2016 @ 10:43:49

    I enjoyed this post and sent it on to a few.

    We were wondering about Omaha as we plan to take you there for your trip to Hawaii. Think you had said the date is December 29, but do you want to go to Omaha on the 28th and spend the night (I think that’s what we did last year)? Or maybe your flight is late in the day?

    We might want to see about a doctor’s appointment in Omaha, so wondering about the 28th or 29th.

    Hope that muumuu is going together well for you and Sara today!

    Margy

    Reply

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