My grandson tagged me with Pampa, it stuck with my granddaughter. They are both teenagers and it’s still who I am.
9
I called my grandmother gigi, from a very young age, and it stuck. She was from rural SC, up near the Blue Ridge escarpment (Appalachian foothills)
5
Usta could
More gooder
Casins (tires)
Shit far an save matches
Cadillac Converter
Catastrophic Perverter
Cataclysmic Cumberter
Can’t swing a dead cat without hitting…
Golly!
9
She Who Must Be Obeyed is known as ‘Mamaw’ … by our grandgirls … now, their children call her that
(she loves it!)
my fraternal grandmother, Elizabeth, loved that we called her ‘Grandma Bessie’
(one of the toughest woman I’ve ever had the privilege to know)
6
Urins?
I think it be spelt your’ns? Yourns?
Dat dere tar only be flat on th’bottom…
6
I have to drive all the way to a little town in Kentucky to buy my “Happy Birthday Uncle Dad” cards.
24
Back in the 70s one of the cousins was stung by a bee. All the cigarette packs came out and all the adults were pissing on the tobacco. The little child was then covered in piss soaked cigarette tobacco.
Errybody back then knew piss soaked tobacco drew out the poison.
8
widga didga
… as in, “you didn’ bring that thing widga didga?”
(remembered from a Jeff Foxworthy skit}
jabber
… as in “jabber see such a sight?”
(remembered from a Col. Beauregard C. Horsepasture booklet from the Confederate Air Force back in the ’60’s)
ID
… as in when the police pull you over & ask “do you have any ID?”
& you answer, “’bout what?”
(one of my GA stepmother’s favorite GA jokes)
7
I miss my Pawpaw and Mawmaw.
9
“Fur”= measure of distance, not a warm coat
“Far”= what you start to keep warm.
Yersty= the day before
I got a passel more I can’t member, I ain’t as smart as I usta was.
8
North South East West don’t matter:
Baba and Bumpa
4
Nona and Grandpa
3
I never met either of my Grandfathers.
My older siblings named my Father’s Father “Appy”.
My Mother’s Mother was Grandma.
My Father’s Mother was Granny.
4
My daughter calls me “Pops”. I wonder if that will morph into my “grandparent” name?
4
My mother, when seeing a trashy woman: ‘she seems right common’.
6
A ustacould is a member of the Whenwe tribe.
“I ustacould drop a motor in a Dodge with a chain offn a tree limb whenwe lived on the farm”.
5
A favorite:
“Rat cheer” is NOT a rodent hoorah.
3
used’ta could is almost the same as i might can
4
Get away from that bucket before you tump it over.
3
Me and my sibs always called our maternal grandmother Haymommy. She was the granddaughter of German immigrants.
3
^^^^
My sibs and I. She would have corrected me.
1
And four year old Lunden Robert’s will never meet her PopPop, because her grandfather is a disgusting piece of human garbage who denies her very existence.
This is the Lord watching over that precious child as he is keeping her safe from a pedophile.
She is actually quite fortunate her grandfather is such a grandchild denying lowlife scumbag.
7
My Southern wife was raised by her grandmother, great aunt and great grandmother. The first was “muhtha”, the second, “minnie mama” and the third, “niminie”. Her mother who she rarely saw was “mah-mie”.
1
There was a restaurant in Canton, GA named “Jeet Yet”.
3
Different Tim AT 11:45 PM
I have to drive all the way to a little town in Kentucky to buy my “Happy Birthday Uncle Dad” cards.
==================
That’s funny. Last year’s Father’s Day dinner had the conversation about why I had my boys – to get grandchildren and great grandchildren, etc. etc..
#2 son was there and is getting despondent that he might never have children. #1 son said: “You’re not shooting blanks Dad. You can always make more siblings for us.”
Yeah, but I’m not going to be around long enough to raise them. Then I turned to #2 with a hand on his shoulder and said: “Maybe he can raise them’. #2 answered: “Great. I’ll be Uncle Dad”
2
Nowut Ameen AT 5:20 PM
“Her mother who she rarely saw was “mah-mie”.”
Which, co-incidentally, is pronounced exactly the same as Mommy.
o.O
1
My fraternal Grandmom would always ask “how are you’uns”? My fraternal Granddad would like to tinker in his shop & would say, “we’ll take a look see to know if she’ll work”.
Had a humorous encounter one July day in 2015 I was checking on animal traps and my customer had her boyfriend and another couple over for brunch on a Sunday. She invited me to eat with them and I accepted.
The conversation rolled around to what our grandchildren call us. Every set of grandchildren I have calls me something different. Pretty sure it’s the parents that set the stage for this. The woman of the visiting couple insisted she didn’t care what they called her, then proceeded to tell us how upset she was with what the grandchildren had chosen and that she insisted on being referred to in a very specific way.
Yeah, not a place to call someone out, but it did provide giggles and conversation with the customer later on.
1
Just a story about the south,
My sister and her husband moved from Chicago to rural Tennessee with their two kids. 15 year-old Tom went with them on a shopping trip and went to the local hardware store for a few things. He didn’t know the store so he asked the woman working there for help.
Once this woman heard his accent she demanded to know where he was from.
“Chicago” Tom said.
“Chicago!!!” The woman shrieked, ““Don’t you think people from Chicago are just the rudest people on earth?”
Tom fixed his gaze on her, waited about two or three beats and then said,
My grandson tagged me with Pampa, it stuck with my granddaughter. They are both teenagers and it’s still who I am.
I called my grandmother gigi, from a very young age, and it stuck. She was from rural SC, up near the Blue Ridge escarpment (Appalachian foothills)
Usta could
More gooder
Casins (tires)
Shit far an save matches
Cadillac Converter
Catastrophic Perverter
Cataclysmic Cumberter
Can’t swing a dead cat without hitting…
Golly!
She Who Must Be Obeyed is known as ‘Mamaw’ … by our grandgirls … now, their children call her that
(she loves it!)
my fraternal grandmother, Elizabeth, loved that we called her ‘Grandma Bessie’
(one of the toughest woman I’ve ever had the privilege to know)
Urins?
I think it be spelt your’ns? Yourns?
Dat dere tar only be flat on th’bottom…
I have to drive all the way to a little town in Kentucky to buy my “Happy Birthday Uncle Dad” cards.
Back in the 70s one of the cousins was stung by a bee. All the cigarette packs came out and all the adults were pissing on the tobacco. The little child was then covered in piss soaked cigarette tobacco.
Errybody back then knew piss soaked tobacco drew out the poison.
widga didga
… as in, “you didn’ bring that thing widga didga?”
(remembered from a Jeff Foxworthy skit}
jabber
… as in “jabber see such a sight?”
(remembered from a Col. Beauregard C. Horsepasture booklet from the Confederate Air Force back in the ’60’s)
ID
… as in when the police pull you over & ask “do you have any ID?”
& you answer, “’bout what?”
(one of my GA stepmother’s favorite GA jokes)
I miss my Pawpaw and Mawmaw.
“Fur”= measure of distance, not a warm coat
“Far”= what you start to keep warm.
Yersty= the day before
I got a passel more I can’t member, I ain’t as smart as I usta was.
North South East West don’t matter:
Baba and Bumpa
Nona and Grandpa
I never met either of my Grandfathers.
My older siblings named my Father’s Father “Appy”.
My Mother’s Mother was Grandma.
My Father’s Mother was Granny.
My daughter calls me “Pops”. I wonder if that will morph into my “grandparent” name?
My mother, when seeing a trashy woman: ‘she seems right common’.
A ustacould is a member of the Whenwe tribe.
“I ustacould drop a motor in a Dodge with a chain offn a tree limb whenwe lived on the farm”.
A favorite:
“Rat cheer” is NOT a rodent hoorah.
used’ta could is almost the same as i might can
Get away from that bucket before you tump it over.
Me and my sibs always called our maternal grandmother Haymommy. She was the granddaughter of German immigrants.
^^^^
My sibs and I. She would have corrected me.
And four year old Lunden Robert’s will never meet her PopPop, because her grandfather is a disgusting piece of human garbage who denies her very existence.
This is the Lord watching over that precious child as he is keeping her safe from a pedophile.
She is actually quite fortunate her grandfather is such a grandchild denying lowlife scumbag.
My Southern wife was raised by her grandmother, great aunt and great grandmother. The first was “muhtha”, the second, “minnie mama” and the third, “niminie”. Her mother who she rarely saw was “mah-mie”.
There was a restaurant in Canton, GA named “Jeet Yet”.
Different Tim AT 11:45 PM
I have to drive all the way to a little town in Kentucky to buy my “Happy Birthday Uncle Dad” cards.
==================
That’s funny. Last year’s Father’s Day dinner had the conversation about why I had my boys – to get grandchildren and great grandchildren, etc. etc..
#2 son was there and is getting despondent that he might never have children. #1 son said: “You’re not shooting blanks Dad. You can always make more siblings for us.”
Yeah, but I’m not going to be around long enough to raise them. Then I turned to #2 with a hand on his shoulder and said: “Maybe he can raise them’. #2 answered: “Great. I’ll be Uncle Dad”
Nowut Ameen AT 5:20 PM
“Her mother who she rarely saw was “mah-mie”.”
Which, co-incidentally, is pronounced exactly the same as Mommy.
o.O
My fraternal Grandmom would always ask “how are you’uns”? My fraternal Granddad would like to tinker in his shop & would say, “we’ll take a look see to know if she’ll work”.
Had a humorous encounter one July day in 2015 I was checking on animal traps and my customer had her boyfriend and another couple over for brunch on a Sunday. She invited me to eat with them and I accepted.
The conversation rolled around to what our grandchildren call us. Every set of grandchildren I have calls me something different. Pretty sure it’s the parents that set the stage for this. The woman of the visiting couple insisted she didn’t care what they called her, then proceeded to tell us how upset she was with what the grandchildren had chosen and that she insisted on being referred to in a very specific way.
Yeah, not a place to call someone out, but it did provide giggles and conversation with the customer later on.
Just a story about the south,
My sister and her husband moved from Chicago to rural Tennessee with their two kids. 15 year-old Tom went with them on a shopping trip and went to the local hardware store for a few things. He didn’t know the store so he asked the woman working there for help.
Once this woman heard his accent she demanded to know where he was from.
“Chicago” Tom said.
“Chicago!!!” The woman shrieked, ““Don’t you think people from Chicago are just the rudest people on earth?”
Tom fixed his gaze on her, waited about two or three beats and then said,
“Well, I used to”
There were no flies on Tom.