I received this email from a friend and it’s too good not to
share with you, so I’m posting it here to see how many of you can remember any
of this stuff. I wish I knew who the
author was so I could give them credit.
Things do change all the time, as you’ll see after reading
this. I wonder how many words and
expressions we use today that will be gone in the future.
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 chuckle...
*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 "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 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 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 lovers lane.
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.
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
of our perception, like Mickey Mouse wristwatches, hula hoops, skate keys,
candy cigarettes, little wax bottles of colored sugar water and an organ
grinders monkey.
Where have all those phrases gone?
Long time passing. Where have all those phrases gone? 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. Turn-of-the-century. Iron curtain. Domino theory. Fail safe.
Civil defense. Fiddlesticks! You look like the wreck of the Hesperus.
Cooties. 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 pills. 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!
And lastly, a very happy birthday to my dear friend of fifty years, Charlie McBride.