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.
My family was from SE Georgia, and very poor. My parents moved to CO in 1952, for a better life. Most of us 5 kids lost the accent as we grew up, but I still surprise myself occasionally, by sayings like, “put a stob in the bottom of that fence, so the dog cant dig out!”
It’s sad to think anyone would be bullied into changing how they speak simply to suit someone else’s taste. Language is a huge part of our culture and it’s a simple but effective way to keep that culture alive. My dad died last year, he was 93 and he certainly had a variety of sayings and words that were just part of who he was. And when I told my brother today that I was going to the funeral home after work, his response was “who tapped?” which is exactly what my dad always said.
Love to hear all of these sayings!! Some I’ve heard but some not. Born in the south and proud of it wouldn’t want to be from anywhere else!! Love you and your mama!!! Keep the post coming!!
You should say ‘ain’t’ and ‘warsh’ or ‘buttercup’ all you want. It is your heritage and it is a lovely part of the american ‘quilt’ I think. My grandmother was french cree (indian). She was taught by her parents (and society) to deny the indian and teased by her white peers for the way she spoke french and so she stopped at about 12 and spoke english only, ever after. Not long after I was born the extended family splintered and cut ties. She didn’t really speak of her youth other than they were dirt poor and we had indian ancestry. I grew up not understanding – or even really knowing – of my heritage. So much has been lost because of someone else’ opinion on the right way to live and speak. You do you and be proud of it.
Very good point Angelique!! I wish more could see it like you do, we have indeed lost much due to others opinions.
“You do you and be proud of it.” That’s so sweet. There are some things, of course, NOT to be proud of, but we should always be proud of our families and our heritage.
I still hear my momma saying warsh board, she didn’t say it often, but sometimes it came out, her accent got stronger if she had to answer a question that she had to think about, she would always say weeeeell now lemme thiank on that for a bit.
Your Mama is my kind of people Eva!! I would have loved her!
Oh how my momma would have us kids come sit on the Davenport while she read us the Bible. Oh the layer upon layers made in my grandma’s cast iron skillets for her apple sauce cake a her powdered sugar icing glaze on top with lil red cinnamon candies. Every Christmas this was Jesus Birthday cake! Luv MY good old Country Living, God Fearing Family Roots!