Heritage Notes – Gomin’, Warsh, and Subtitles


Today I’m proud to bring you Mama’s third installment of Heritage Hints and Notes. I know you’ll enjoy it as much as I did. We’d love to hear from you in the comments below and be sure to check out her other Heritage posts by clicking here. Gratefully, Christy

  I come from a long line of proud, hard-working country people, and despite what you might see on television from time to time or hear about ever now and then, we country people are definitely not stupid or ignorant. My ancestors may have talked differently from others but they were soft spoken gentle people.

A while back, I happened upon a documentary on Appalachian people. I try not to call Christy when these are on because more often than not they subtitle folks as they talk and nothing gets her riled faster than seeing Southerners subtitled…

This particular documentary really stood out to me, though, because I recognized a lot of phrases used by my grandparents, phrases that I’m often corrected on nowadays because folks simply don’t understand them. As it turns out, the words make perfect sense (and always have), it’s just that they were somewhat foreig – what things were called in England and Scotland years earlier and passed down generation by generation.

A prime example is a phrase I’ve heard all of my life. My grandmother (Lela) always complained that we kids were “A messin’ and a gomin’ ”.  I always wondered what “goming” was.  A man on the documentary explained that goming was making a real mess or being messy.  Brings to mind how we were always in the kitchen fixing us a snack and leaving a mess behind-“goming”.

My grandmother “toted stuff in a paper poke”.  Translated that means carrying things in a paper sack.  Times were hard and my grandmother carefully folded her used paper pokes to be reused whenever she got any.  They were reused until they were soft and floppy.  Unknowingly she was practicing saving the earth. Country folk recycled long before it was popular.  Every now and then I toss a plastic throwaway container in the trash and I can’t help but pause to think of how my grandmother would have loved and cherished something as simple as a plastic container.

Country people rose with the dawn, worked the fields all day, raised all their own food, and preserved it to feed their families through the winter.  They made every piece of clothing their family had and even recycled outgrown clothing into clothes for younger children or quilts to provide warmth on long winter nights.  Nothing was wasted.  Every scrap, thread, and piece of string was valued and saved.

I am often corrected for saying “warsh” instead of wash. Christy tells me that her kids have told her she is supposed to pronounce her father’s title “Da-dee” instead of “Deh-dee”.  We aren’t supposed to say ain’t, pokes, “coo-pun” instead of q-pon and the likes. Often, I am torn between using what I know as proper grammar and holding on to the speech and values of my beloved ancestors.  It feels as if I am turning my back on them if I change my ways.  On the other hand, if I don’t I am perceived as backwards or uneducated. Many a Southerner (or folks from any region with a specific dialect for that matter) struggle with these same feelings.

From my ancestors, I have learned values, how to work hard, and integrity that no school could ever teach.  Just like Northerners speak differently, so do I and I will continue to do so. I am proud to be from great loving hardworking stock.  I can never turn my back on my heritage but I will try to tone down the “ain’t” at school assemblies for my grandkids as long as they’ll sit and listen to my stories of the people they come from – I figure that is a fair trade off. It is my hope to pass on the integrity with which my ancestors lived every day.  I may sound more like them than future generations will, but I only hope I can be half the person that they were.

When asking my Mother what should I do in a sticky situation, she would answer…

“In your heart of hearts you already know the answer. You just have to listen to your heart.”

~Advice from Dawn Tierney’s mother that Dawn submitted on our Give a Penny Page.


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  1. Anita says

    When I was growing up we didn’t have a fit or throw a fit, we “pitched” a fit. Even now when camping with my “aints” & uncles, we sit around the “far” & melt logs. I am from a southern family but don’t have the accent. I was raised on a citified area of Florida. Now I live in a rural area and hear the accent every day. I can lay it on when necessary, though.

    • Judy Dent says

      You have a Beautiful Mother – and you look just Like her ~ I enjoy your recipes ! Im so very Proud to Be Southern. I fix Pone,s of Cornbread instead a Pan of Cornbread. And Mama always said – we got to Fix Supper – instead of – We got to make supper.

  2. Denise Rogers says

    Did your family teach you to know God, love and obey Him, love your neighbor as yourself, work hard and be thankful? There is nothing more important on the face of this earth than that, no matter what language you speak or where you come from!

    • Judy Dent says

      Amen Denise Rogers – that is so true – Us Seven Children- Were very Blessed to be born to Christian Parents – Our Preacher was our Daddy – I have a little story – I want to share – Our Daddy Pastored a Church In Atlanta Ga -At this time Mama only had five kids – Two came later – And one night in the 60,s – we went to bed and that night – we got 11 inches of snow – and us kids – thought ” Oh boy we wamt have to go to church – we will get ot play in the snow – but Daddy and Mama – made us go – and we were the only ones that showed up – Lol – Our Daddy Preach – Like the building was full of people – But Daddy said we needed it just as much as the other Church Members. And he was right. Mama and Daddy both are gone on to Heaven – and we have also lost 3 of our Brothers and our Sister – Cant wait to see them again.

  3. Rachel says

    funny story: we grew up that if your kinda hungry you would say “I’m feeling a little peckish” (not sure of the spelling of peckish). I work in a hospital and this pt didn’t have a diet order, I paged the Dr for a diet order, no big emergency and I waited and waited with NO response, pt not happy that he can’t eat. so I put in the pager that pt was feeling a little peckish, I got a reply quick, what is wrong with the pt, I said he is hungry and needs a diet order, the Dr had never heard of Peckish. so, my goal was to ask everyone that I came in contact that day to see if they had heard of it. Only 1 doctor had and he was from Europe….so ha ha, that is where the word came from and he knew what it meant.

  4. Barbara says

    Love it! Moving from NC to TX around 9 years old the kids would all circle around to hear me talk. All soft drinks to them were “cokes” not “dopes” and I also used “pokes” in place of ‘sacks”. I did pick up enough Texan to delete those but after 70 yrs here still get called on coupons, washing powders and a few more. But I am extremely proud of “our” heritage . My parents only went to 8th grade but am amazed how really smart they are. Married at 15 and 16 they celebrated 72 yrs last Saturday, raised 6 kids and are outstanding citizens in our area, they are a product of our heritage. Thank you for writing of it.

  5. Val Moreland says

    I really enjoyed your story. My Mother was from Alabama. One of the things she always said to us was: Don’t lean back in that chair, you are going to “TUMP” over!!!! Never forgot that!

  6. Terrie Lovell says

    Love y’alls stories. I’m from Fayetteville,TN, family of 10 kids who had to work in cotton fields, cut and strip tobacco and so on just to buy our school clothes. Have so many memories of working in the field’s with my cousins, and it has made me the better person that I am today. Moved to KS 25+ years ago, still have my southern drawl and proud of it :) My husband’s Mawmaw and Pawpaw Lovell lived in Rogersville and he still has uncles around there too. I’ve been following Christy since Aug of 2008, when I was looking for an apple butter recipe. Hav eboth of her cookbooks that have been gifts from my sons and family..use them frequently.

  7. Mama Jane says

    My oldest girl and I were talking this weekend about how my brother would come to mama’s house for lunch several times a week. she would have a fried baloney sandwich, tater chips, and a big glass of sweet tea ready. And a bowl of beans if she had made pintos the day before. He had a job with a school district that had him all over town so it worked out real well for him and mama.

  8. says

    Loved reading your post! My family is Southern born and Southern bred as far back as I can go! At least 4 to 5 generations and I am proud of it! I love listening to my Mama talk about my Grandmother,all the while saying many of the things you mentioned. And boy oh boy did she reuse butter dishes, drive through plastic containers and brown paper sacks! :) Thanks for reminding me about the good ole’ days!

  9. Julia Greenway says

    The other day, I stopped at a yard sale and made a couple of small purchases. The sweetest little old lady asked me if I needed a “poke” for that. I knew exactly what she was saying. She was wondering if I needed a sack or bag to put my items in. I laughed when I got back in the car. My husband was wondering what somebody else, who wasn’t from the South, would have said to her. I love the South and my Appalachian heritage!

  10. Kentuckylady717 says

    Yep, proud to be a country girl….you can take the girl out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the girl :) I also remember paper bags being called pokes back when…..and I also remember picking POLK to cook…..it is greens similiar to spinach, etc (grows wild)…..yummy….my husband liked to pick the tiny ones just sprouting up and I would roll them in a beaten egg and fry them, he loved that…and they were delicious….anyone else out here know what that is ? I also remember going with my grandma and we would pick wild greens to cook….she knew them all, I remember always asking her if this was one to pick ? And this goes back many,many years……..

  11. Tracy says

    Well I always thought it was “poke” salad or “salat” as it was pronounced by my family! See…I learned something today…”polk”…not “poke.” Anyway, I love hearing the old southern terms that I grew up with. My daddy carried 3 piglets in a burlap poke up to the mountains in the floorboard of his pickup truck and raised some of the best eatin’ sausage we ever had! (we lived in the city but didn’t really belong there) And more recently, I worked with a great gal who hated whenever we had a gomed up mess to clean up…or even worse, a blivet! Of course my all-time favorite was my Mama saying, “Sheeewww…that smells like karn!” Now, what the heck is karn?! LOL Being educated doesn’t make us smart!

  12. ladyjane says

    Grew up in Missouri, family were all from Kentucky and still had the accents. All the family were farmers and “poke salet” was a staple plus anything we could grow and hunt.

    One thing I remember well was how flour came in cloth sacks with pretty decorations, usually flowers. Those sacks were made into everything from school dresses to undies, my children and grandchildren just don’t understand that most everything can be reused if one puts their mind to it.

  13. Claudia says

    Thank you Mama! I too love those old ways of talking! I’m Gramaw to 10 and Great-Gramaw (G.G.) to 1.
    But so far I only occasionally feel like I’m “fallin’ to staves”! :)

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