Recently I used the word jalopy when talking to my granddaughter. She said, what is a jalopy?
i was born in 1944....i remember everyone of the sayings....even some of the ones that were not in our American English language....i am 1/2 French...3/4 of the last 1/2 English...the rest is American Indian....Iriquois & Blackfeet....i remember only the good times of the 50's....the rest didn't hear about until i was much older in the 60-70's and news was more important to me....registered Democrat & voted for JFK only because he was Catholic and very good looking....who knows what would of happened if he was Republican....things didn't matter to me too much back then...NOW IS ANOTHER STORY.....you could walk the country streets at 9pm and not worry....NOW i worry when my GD(10 yrs o) walks 5 min to her dance classes at 6-8pm....1 day a week....lives in a small city BUT a city none the less...it is nice to remember only the good times BUT we do eventually have to remember the bad....it goes with life such as it is.....
I still wear pedal pushers, but not capris-aren't they what we used to call "high waters"?
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You are right. I remember Nikita Kr. shaking his fist at us saying We will bury you in the early sixty's. The Korean war was not very nice in the fifties.
My great aunt used to say fair to middling or fine as frog hairs. When I got my first tattoo my grandmother gave me the lecture of "nice girls"
Ah, but we grew up before the age of technology took over.
P.S. J-J, you were a neighbor back in the day! Leominster (pronounced Lemon-sta) is only a couple of towns over!
The Leominster in Herefordshire in England is pronounced Lemstuh!
We said 'stop and smell the roses' and 'wake up and /smell the coffee' .... but most memorable for me ....
This is long but I hope you will get a chuckle out of it...
I was a math teacher and, in 1998, for the first time, I switched from high school to middle school. 7th grade (and I surprised myself by LOVING it .... you can still 'hook' those kids).
Anyway, teaching algebraic word problems to kids who are very poor readers is a challenge, so I insisted that they learn to sketch a picture of what the problem is really telling them ....
One day, the opening brainteaser involved a train going through a tunnel (they were still innocent enough that I could get away with that) .... A mile long train, traveling 60mph, goes through a mile long tunnel. How long does it take for the train to pass completely through the tunnel?
After no one could visualize it, I took to sketching a tunnel (looked like a long igloo) and a train with an engine and cars and a caboose .... very cartoon like as I cannot really draw.
I apologized for my artwork and said 'sorry, I know my art is from hunger' .... a phrase I had heard all of my life.
One child turned to another and said 'what did she say?' And another responded .'she said she's from Hungary' (which was impressive in itself that he knew of Hungary) and a third said 'no, she said she's Hungry!'.
I had said it so glibly, not thinking about the expression at all .... but I was brought up short by realizing how many things I must have said that they couldn't understand.
There was even a technique of assertive discipline called the 'broken record technique'.
My husband is an audiophile and collected antique cylinder players, crank-'em-up' victrolas, ..... so I brought in cylinders and old records and we compared them to 78rpm records from the hi fi days, 45s with the holder to allow you to play them on an LP stick, .... open reel tapes, cassettes, 8 tracks .... they only knew cd's .... they received a history lesson about Thomas Edison .... but we talked about revolutions per minute so we got some math in.
May be you couldn't find it because it is written Murgatroyd.
Love them all, they take me back to my childhood....and every now and then one of those will come out of my mouth.
I remember a lot of those sayings. Kids today are turning into robots. What's terrible is that some older people are behaving if they were 20. They get their bodies marked up with ink.
Does anyone remember cockamamie? (I'm sure I spelled it wrong)