Words old enough to put out to pasture.

Do you remember that word? Would you believe the email spell checker did not recognize the word Murgatroyd?

Heavens to Mergatroyd! –  Suffering Succotash !!

Jeepers Creepers .. where’d you get those peepers

Jeepers Creepers .. where’d you get those eyes ????

Lost Words from our childhood: Words gone as fast as the buggy whip!

The other day a not so elderly (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?” 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.

About a month ago, I wrote down 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 whilikers! 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 and Saddle Stitched Pants

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 have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards.

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.

Wake up and smell the roses.

It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter has liver pills.

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.

Leaves us to wonder where Superman will find a phone booth..

See ya later, alligator!   When your legs are straighter!  In a while Crocodile!

Gone to the dogs!

Okeydokey – SMOKEY!!

WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE FABULOUS 50’S..

NO ONE WILL EVER HAVE THAT OPPORTUNITY AGAIN…

WE WERE GIVEN ONE OF OUR MOST PRECIOUS GIFTS:

………..OUR MEMORIES……..

If you think of more add them on and share again … Have a good one!!!!

John: Well, put that in your pipe and smoke it!

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About On the North River

Forty years toiled in the Tel-com industry, married for 36 years widowed at sixty-one. New girlfriend at sixty-five. Tea Party supporter. Today a follower of the God-Emperor Donald. Do like to kayak, cook, take photos, bike, watch old movies and read.
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