Dear Blogging Friends: Face Book popped up a status and comments today that I think you will enjoy. I think I posted something like it one time, but I can’t find it in titles, tags, or categories. My earlier posts didn’t have tags or categories. I didn’t know how to use them. Not great at it yet! But I enjoyed the comments on this; hope you do too.
Question? Does anybody try to set standards regarding words from slang to disgusting obscenities now-a-days? At least the 50’s slang had some meaning as relates to degree of seriousness! Now there is no level of intensity. The same words are used to describe the taste of broccoli to the most fantastic cruise trip! What’s a writer to do? One, that is, who lacks Shakespeare’s skills.
A FUNNY from Granddad’s Bible. Our family was taught not to use any slang expression (except maybe “Shucks”); heck, golly, gee—all out. I think Grandma said “Blessed Jesus” a lot. (That doesn’t fly with me. Sorry, Grandma.) Anyway I called Delma the other day to see if she remembers any slang expression used by Granddad. She didn’t. What set this question about was a note by Granddad in the margin by Genesis 5:25 with Methuselah underlined, “all be dogie! Never worked a day on the ark died in the flood.” I looked up “all be dogie” online. “I’ll be doggie” means “to be confounded” or a slang for a word that we considered obscene – doggone. We couldn’t even say “Confound it!” Goes to show we need to be cautious about judging some people’s speech. Granddad sure wouldn’t have put it in his Bible if it had had negative connotations to him! Well, gee whiz, there I go, my first, only and, – likely – last time to say “gee whiz.”
(Karen Crawford, Verna Clark, do you remember that time when Mom was cooking Sunday dinner. I think she burned her potatoes; anyway, she said, “heck” then looked so guilty; We just rolled in laughter.)
Verna Clark guess I could have said “well my blessed Lord!” I think that is what she always said. Paul always says when he is tired or frustrated “Oh me” and his mom in her later stages of dementia would always respond “Who owes you?” Now I don’t hear that expression without hearing her little voice in my mind.
Charla Bruton Johnson I remember saying “gosh” one time, and got in big trouble. I heard my mama say “darn” once. She was pretty upset to have said that. Maybe it all came from Grandma Moore.
Esther Hayes Berry I use, ” I declare!” a lot. My mom and dad taught us the same way, and I still follow that teaching. Can’t stand to hear slang that in part takes the lords name in vain.
Oneta Ruth Hayes Esther, it sounds like they taught you that those were derivitives of the Lord’s name. We (at least I) had no idea that was why we didn’t say those words. I guess I thought it was because they indicated a frustration (or other emotion) that should not be expressed in any slang form. However, as I said, we did get by with shucks and shoot.
Oneta Ruth Hayes Annette, I think I can remember that also, but I don’t connect it with any particular person. Funny.
Ken Bailey Well golly gee whilikers, you guys bring back lots of childhood memories and I didn’t grow up anywhere near you guys. I guess all the old time bibles said much the same thing no matter where you lived.
Oneta Ruth Hayes Ken, you’re pushing the envelope with your language, aren’t you? Keep it clean!
Liz Wells Rich Oneta, I was 21 when I started going to church. Since I wasn’t raised in church, I was quite surprised to find out how “colorful” my speech was. It took me years to figure out which words were offensive. Now, I feel pretty safe with “oh my” and “Hmmm” =)
Oneta Ruth Hayes Liz, a perfect example of what I meant when I said we should be cautious about judging someone’s speech. I guess we could remeber “my, my, my” when all else fails!
Oneta Ruth Hayes “My,my,my” has a calming effect, doesn’t it? That ought to help control one’s attitude.
Jacqueline Scott Bateman Funny–I was just thinking “My, My, My” when I read your post, scrolled down to comment & see I wasn’t the only one. LOL & my, my, my! 🙂
Jan Chilcoat Briggs Cox I remember getting sent away from the table for saying “blasted.” And my Grandma Chilcoat quit listening to a radio preacher because he said “by the way.”