CROW BAIT. Needs no further expaination.
OLD BIIDDIES. Likewise tells it's own story.
LOBLOLLY. A combination of LOB, a bubbling mass of porridge and LOLLY, a British word for soup. A southern term for a mud hole.
RUPPER BAIT. Or was it ripper bait? a term for fish bait.
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PotHounds and PotLickers?
The difference?
Big dogs and little dogs.
Would you please use each of those words in a sentence? I do need further clarification. Are any of these words in the dicitonary? Or is this an education of another sort? Our's was classic, was it not?
Loblolly.....I never heard that, ever.
"SPLENDIFFOROUS"
Splendifforus was Mother's word?? Where are my sentences???
Are you sure that rupper bait wasn't what you heard for another term that Father used that we won't even mention here? Judy's sentences are appropriate - nevertheless, thanks for sending the blog forward...a little. ;-)
With all of this rain the corral is a real loblolly.
Google says loblolly is a southern pine? I never heard Dad use that term.....Are you sure you did?
That't the problem with Google, they only touch the tip of the lolly. Am I sure? Of course, since I was a frequent visitor the the loblolly to bed down the cows, gather them for milking and calving. This isn't a word one makes up while eating their corn flakes.
Dwight, where are you? uuuuuhuuuuu
We have fallen into the abyss of malaise.
Heaven help us. Still...I have had my vocabulary greatly expanded with the addition of the word loblolly and it's appropriate usage. However, I do have one question - how did Dad come up with the word?
My guess is Grandpa's English background.
I think the word was "old reprobate". Undesirables were either tagged as old reprobates, physics, or crow baits, or when needed, all three. Never heard loblolly and I milked a lot of cows with Dad where my vocabulary was certainly enhanced. The term "bog clods" referred to the hard pan Penrose soil.Some of the words Dad used, I should mention, were my own inventions, which shall go unmentioned. Oh yes, skim milk was for calves and pigs, and if we drank it, it would make us pot-bellied, a belief I had for decades. "oats for the horse" was a deterrent to serving oat meal. Nicknames for neighbors were colorful, but out of respect, we will forego them.
according to Google, a pot hound is a marijuana sniffing dog at the airport.
Question. Whose vocabulary was the most creative? Mother's? Dad's? Or the 3 older kids? Us younger 3 used correct and proper English at all times.
Mine, definitely. Dad even told me not to use one word I invented, which I thought was pretty creative. But we had much time working in the hay, in the fields, milking cows, hauling hay and beet tops on Saturday, to try out our creativity. This intellectual foray was far too advanced for small children and girls.
I just realized I/we/the younger have been "dissed" by our older brother. I believe it would be fair to say we (the younger) watched and learned, but in our wisdom did not display our knowledge quite as openly as one(s) who were older.
Judy thinks she can order me around, that I will jump when she says jump. I'll show her a thing or two. Or three. You'll see.
Dwight will do anything I TELL him to do......I never ask. He feels obligated to do my bidding after his mistreatment of me when I slept in his room one summer. He accused me of making inappropriate noises.
What a bunch of baloney
On the pot hound story, just ask Laura what they are. When Dad would go with me on the paper route, way back when, and Laura would come along, he would teach her about pot hounds and pot lickers. According to Dad there was a definite and distinct difference, and it had nothing to do with "pot". What a sad world it has come to when fun old words have taken on new and often unpleasant meanings. Is Google to be trusted?
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