Lost Words from our childhood:

 

Mergatroyd!...

Do you remember that word? Would you believe the email spell checker did not recognize the word Mergatroyd?

Heavens to Mergatroyd!

 

The other day a not so elderly (65) (I say 75) lady said something to her son about driving a Jalopy and he looked at
her quizzically and said "What the heck is a Jalopy?"

 

He 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.

 

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...AND DON'T FORGET.... Saddle Stitched Pants.

 

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!' Or,
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 great phrases gone? ( My Favorite)" Let's all go to the beach Saturday"...

 

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. Wake up and smell the roses.

 

It turns out there are more of these lost words and e_xpressions than Carter has liver pills. This can be disturbing
stuff! ("Carter's Little Liver Pills" are gone too!)

 

We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeable 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.

 

Leaves us to wonder where Superman will find a phone booth... (Where will he find "Truth, Justice, and The American Way"?)
 
See ya later, alligator!



WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE FABULOUS 50'S...NO ONE WILL EVER HAVE THAT OPPORTUNITY AGAIN...WE WERE GIVEN ONE OF OUR MOST PRECIOUS GIFTS: 

 

OUR MEMORIES

 

Lost Words from our childhood:

 

Mergatroyd!...

Do you remember that word? Would you believe the email spell checker did not recognize the word Mergatroyd?

Heavens to Mergatroyd!

Back in the day.--- My boys used to want a bedtime story, Not from a book, they want something I made up on the spot. I invented a goat named Mergatroyd who had many many adventures. Memories come flooding back.

 

The other day a not so elderly (65) (I say 75) lady said something to her son about driving a Jalopy and he looked at
her quizzically and said "What the heck is a Jalopy?"

 

He 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.

 

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...AND DON'T FORGET.... Saddle Stitched Pants.

 

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!' Or,
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 great phrases gone? ( My Favorite)" Let's all go to the beach Saturday"...

 

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. Wake up and smell the roses.

 

It turns out there are more of these lost words and e_xpressions than Carter has liver pills. This can be disturbing
stuff! ("Carter's Little Liver Pills" are gone too!)

 

We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeable 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.

 

Leaves us to wonder where Superman will find a phone booth... (Where will he find "Truth, Justice, and The American Way"?)
 
See ya later, alligator!



WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE FABULOUS 50'S...NO ONE WILL EVER HAVE THAT OPPORTUNITY AGAIN...WE WERE GIVEN ONE OF OUR MOST PRECIOUS GIFTS: 

 

OUR MEMORIES

 

This thread was a doozy (actually a Deusy) to read.
(If my terms leave you confused, look up the history of the Duesenberg vehicles dating from roughly 1925-1935. It is an amazing story)!!
This thread has absolutely nothing to do with photography, and I would normally call this out. OTOH, it has a lot to do with life which, of course, has everything to do with photography, so, as a 68 year old who always and still does love to read, learn about, and look at Duesys during antique auto shows, I will give the OP and all others (including me) a pass on this one.
GREAT THREAD, thank you!!

Caruso

This thread was a doozy (actually a Deusy) to read.
(If my terms leave you confused, look up the history of the Duesenberg vehicles dating from roughly 1925-1935. It is an amazing story)!!
This thread has absolutely nothing to do with photography, and I would normally call this out. OTOH, it has a lot to do with life which, of course, has everything to do with photography, so, as a 68 year old who always and still does love to read, learn about, and look at Duesys during antique auto shows, I will give the OP and all others (including me) a pass on this one.
GREAT THREAD, thank you!!

Caruso