Lost Words from Long Ago

Would you recognize the word Murgatroyd?  –   Heavens to Murgatroyd!

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

The  other day, a not so elderly (65) lady said something to her son about driving a Jalopy and he looked at her quizzically and said what is

a Jalopy? –  he had 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 and chuckle  –

Lost wordsby  Richard Lederer



About a month ago, I illuminated 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 whillikers!  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.  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!/This is a fine kettle of  fish! –

we discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed

omnipresent as oxygen, have vanished with scarcely a notice from

our tongues and our pens and our keyboards.

Poof, go the words of our youth, the words we’ve left behind.  We blink

and they’re gone.  Where have all those phrases gone?

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/Heavens to Murgatroyd!

It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than

Carter has liver  pills.  This can be disturbing stuff!  We of a certain

age have been blessed to live in changeful 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.

See ya later, alligator!……………In a while crocodile!



About Dick and Danna

Resume for Dick Vernon, PHD (Possess Highschool Diploma) I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently. I am a strong conservative politically. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row. I make women swoon with my sensuous steel guitar playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru. Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I’m bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, I repair computerized aircraft panels free of charge. I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don’t perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. Ihave been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. I bat .400. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me. I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed several covert operations with the CIA. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On week- ends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. I have given Rachel Ray and Emirile cooking lessons. I breed prize-winning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performe open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis many times when I taught him how to play guitar.. But I have not yet gone to college. ——————————————————- Resume for: Danna Vernon I put up with Dick Vernon. Doesn’t that say it all?
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One Response to Lost Words from Long Ago

  1. Hard to believe I remember most of these words and phrases!

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