MeMaw / PaPaw


Not a difficult word or even an unknown word.  However, when I was going through some old photos I have today, I ran into some pictures of my own grandparents.  To me they were just grandma and grandpa.

The first records of the word grandparent come from the 1800.  In the U.S., National Grandparents Day is celebrated on the first Sunday after Labor Day.

When my daughters were born, I was lucky enough to have my grandmothers on both my mom’s side and my dad’s side.  They also had grandparents on their father’s side of the family.  To lessen the confusion, each had their own unique name.  My grandma on my dad’s side became “Old Grandma” as she was in fact very old.  On my mom’s side it was just grandma Barney.  

When my grandkids were born, I became Grammy Sami due to a friend/colleague naming me that and it just stuck. I have friends named MeMaw, PaPaw, Bushka, pops, and so on.  Where do these names come from?  Usually from the mouths of babes.  It’s likely the only way they could pronounce it.  It’s funny that no matter what you are called by the little uns, it sticks.  

Chinese: YéYé or YehYeh (paternal); Gōng Gong or Wàigōng (maternal)  Filipino: Lolo (most common), Ingkong, Lelong, AbweloFlemish: Bompa, Bompi, Opa, Opi  French: Grand-père, Grand-papa, Pépère, Papy, Papi  French Canadian: Pépé, Pépère, Papi   German: Opa  Greek: Pappoús, PappooPapuPapou  Hawaiian: Tutu kane, Kuku kane   Hebrew: Saba, Sabba   Italian: Nonno, Nonnuccio, Nonnino, Nonnetto   Irish: Seanathair, Daideó Japanese: Ojiisan, Sofu, Jiji   Korean: Haraboji, Harabeoji, Halaboji, Halabeoji  Polish: Dziadek, Dziadziu  Portuguese: Avô, Avozinho, Vovô,  Vo  Russian: Dedushka, Deda, Dedulya   Spanish: Abuelo, Abuelito, Lito  Yiddish: Zayde, Zaydee, Zaydeh

 

The Evolution of Grandparents

  • People today typically live long enough to become grandparents, but this was not always the case.
  • Recent analyses of fossil teeth indicate that grandparents were rare in ancient populations, such as those of the australopithecines and the Neandertals. They first became common around 30,000 years ago, as evidenced by remains of early modern Europeans.
  • This surge in the number of seniors may have been a driving force for the explosion of new tool types and art forms that occurred in Europe at around the same time. It also may explain how modern humans outcompeted archaic groups such as the Neandertals.

“I miss him still today: his long, whiskery eyebrows, his huge hands and hugs, his warmth, his prayers, his stories, but above all his shining example of how to live and how to die.”
― Bear Grylls

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“I’ll never forget today! I’ll always remember, I know!   Grandfather looked up through the cellar window at the late-summer trees stirring in a colder wind. “Of course you will, Tom,” he said. “Of course you will.”
― Ray Bradbury

Several funny grandparent nicknames.  calmkate; sadje; neotrinity; obbverse; abigail; lois; deemskye; dave; rose; amtolle 

 

neologism


neologism – early 19th century: from French néologisme . A newly coined word or expression. – Words or expressions used within a profession, industry or group.

Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work. ~~Carl Sandburg

Slang – The subset of a language.  It’s a type of communication that includes words and phrases that are generally informal and usually restricted to the people of a specific age, group, gender, or location. Secret speak, private coms, military acronyms, etc.  Communications that no one understands but the people within that special group or clan.  It’s the mother tongue of an entire nation down to the the quiet understanding of family that grew up in the same house and often does not even involve words.  

“Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There’s a frood who really knows where his towel is.” (Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy.)” ~~ Douglas Adams Hitchhiker’s Guide To the Galaxy

The language of sisters is even more private.  It’s a language that started straight out of the womb, through the good times, the bad hair, the break ups, and the births.  Through the rough spots where you stop talking completely to the devastating losses that bring you bring you back together.  From the beginning to the end.

“Sisters don’t need words. They have perfected their own secret language of smiles, sniffs, sighs, gasps, winks and eye rolls.” ~~ Unknown

My sisters

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“Sisters may drive you crazy, get into your stuff and irritate you.                        However, if anyone else dares say so, a sister will defend you to the death.”                      ~~ Unknown

Followed by my daughters – the apples do not fall far from the trees.  Nor, apparently, do the experiences!! 

“We are sisters. We will always be sisters. Our differences may never go away, but neither, for me, will our song.”- Elizabeth Fishel 

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“At this point, none of us are sure why we fight. We’re sisters. We need no good reason to fight, even though we have plenty of them.” ~~ Ken Wheaton 

Pidgin – An amalgamation of two disparate languages, used by two populations having no common language as a lingua franca to communicate with each other, lacking formalized grammar and having a small, utilitarian vocabulary and no native speakers. Restructured language.

Vernacular – Adjective: Used in or suitable for everyday conversation rather than formal or official contexts. Of, or pertaining to, everyday or colloquial language. Limited to a particular area. Of the indigenous inhabitants of a place. From or in a nearby location. Noun: The language or dialect spoken by the ordinary people in a particular country or region. Commonly known term.

Argot – A secret language or conventional slang peculiar to thieves, tramps and vagabonds

“Well,’ said Can o’ Beans, a bit hesitantly,’ imprecise speech is one of the major causes of mental illness in human beings.’
Huh?’
Quite so. The inability to correctly perceive reality is often responsible for humans’ insane behavior. And every time they substitute an all-purpose, sloppy slang word for the words that would accurately describe an emotion or a situation, it lowers their reality orientations, pushes them farther from shore, out onto the foggy waters of alienation and confusion.’
The manner in which the other were regarding him/her made Can O’ Beans feel compelled to continue. ‘The word neat, for example, has precise connotations. Neat means tidy, orderly, well-groomed. It’s a valuable tool for describing the appearance of a room, a hairdo, or a manuscript. When it’s generically and inappropriately applied, though, as it is in the slang aspect, it only obscures the true nature of the thing or feeling that it’s supposed to be representing. It’s turned into a sponge word. You can wring meanings out of it by the bucketful–and never know which one is right. When a person says a movie is ‘neat,’ does he mean that it’s funny or tragic or thrilling or romantic, does he mean that the cinematography is beautiful, the acting heartfelt, the script intelligent, the direction deft, or the leading lady has cleavage to die for? Slang possesses an economy, an immediacy that’s attractive, all right, but it devalues experience by standardizing and fuzzing it. It hangs between humanity and the real world like a . . . a veil. Slang just makes people more stupid, that’s all, and stupidity eventually makes them crazy. I’d hate to ever see that kind of craziness rub off onto objects.”   ~~ Tom Robbins

Languages:  Alexis; Secret Language of Winter; Misky; MjDixit; ContentCatnip; BHW; dragonflypoetry; MSnubutterflies; thoughtsmith; lacaschronicles; FamFriendDB; Family’s secret language; vox; storyreadingape

 

Brouhaha


Brouhaha. This is a word we are sure many people have heard and it is still used a lot today. This refers to an uproar or big event.

“If your tendency is to make sense out of chaos, start chaos.”   -Carlos Castaneda

Definitions:  noun
  1. a noisy and overexcited reaction or response to something.

It’s a word that can mean dispute, argument, altercation, disturbance, commotion, upset, agitation, uprising, etc.

“Chaos is inherent in all compound things. Strive on with diligence.”   -Buddha     

However, I love this word.  Partly because it is fun to say and partly because i feel it describes every single time I am able to get together with friends or family.  Quiet we are not.  And yes, sometimes in my life, it also means all of the above negative words.. but usually it all ends up being pure and good time spent together and just a lot of noisy activity.

“Chaos is a good thing.” -Robert Lepage 

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“See, I think there are roads that lead us to each other. But in my family, there were no roads – just underground tunnels. I think we all got lost in those underground tunnels. No, not lost. We just lived there.”  ― Benjamin Alire Sáenz

“I want to create a little chaos and make people’s heads turn.”    -Scott Caan

Noise: annamosca; Michael; reenabist; Eugenia; hobbo; Littlelearner; oluwafunkemorountonu; Crazygreenthumbs; steph; Karissa; tgeriatrixSaba; Yamini; Irene; 365: marsha; kirt; jeanne; silver; sue; Naturebitch; Sustainability; Patchwork ; Roamingurbangypsy; Piecesofstarlight; Poetry; Naomi; Plants; Still-life; Butterflies; Nowathome  Other Colorful blogs:  Michelle; Lumar; Kila; Mirador; Wind; Quotidian; PDJpix; Naomi; Grieflessons; 2geeks3knots; Writeouttanowhere; rewired; Oh the places we see; Wooly; Ledrake; Figments

Flibbertigibbet


Flibbertigibbet. This is another fun word! This refers to someone who is silly and who talks incessantly. The first known usage of this word is the 15th century and used to be spelled flepergebet. This word also refers to a person who is flighty.

“Do a loony-goony dance
‘Cross the kitchen floor,
Put something silly in the world
That ain’t been there before.”
― Shel Silverstein

Incessant talker.  Yup.  That be me.  I have said this many times.  Most of my talk comes from nervousness. However, the silliness imbedded between the words is what makes my heart sing.  I often do talk to entertain myself, and usually more often than not, because I know that no one else is listening.  Everyone needs someone to appreciate them. I do so appreciate myself. Or at minimum, try my best to appreciate myself.

“Most people talk too much, and what they do say is often just noise or irrelevant gibberish designed to keep themselves entertained”
― Stuart Wilde

I blame my dad mostly for the silly and my mom for the incessant talker part.  There is always the question – is it nature or nurture that made you how you are today.  I got my sarcasm from my dad and a whole lot of my silliness also comes from him.  So it’s nature.  Right?  Thanks dad.

I always want to have fun and be silly and be childish. I’m very childish. I am at my happiest when I am a child and I am just playing.  ~ Sue Perkins
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Except, I found out in my 20s that my dad was not actually my biological dad.  So that would make it nurture.  Right?  Thanks dad.  He was one who loved to laugh and make others laugh.  As a matter of fact, I walk like my dad, talk like my dad, tell dad jokes like my dad.  We have many of the same facial expressions and mannerisms.  No matter what. I think I have to thank dad.

We are product of neither nature nor nurture; we are a product of choice, because there is always a space between stimulus and response. As we wisely exercise our power to choose based on principles, the space will become larger. – Stephen Covey

My mom pretty much gave me my looks and some of my attitude.  And boy howdy did she give me my mouth.  I’m guessing that most people think I should not be thanking her for that.  Man, has that boca landed me into some situations.  But here I am.  Still existing.  I have to say that I inherited quite a bit of silliness from her as well.   I mean, it’s mostly silly.  but sometimes, it is just plain awkward.

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“I’ve been embarrassing myself since about birth.”
― Phil Lester

I am a flibbertigibbet.  I am proud of it. I am even sometimes super annoyed by it.  But there is no denying that this word summarizes who I am.  And it’s fun to say. I mean if you can.

Flibbertigibbetting: amyrose; cherie; dawn; debbie; webb; wild; hobbo; mcwriterson; garfield; rollercoaster; wapojif; luftmentsch; suzannesmom; robyn

Querencia


Querencia (adjective) Origin: Spanish | que·ren·cia  A place where one feels safe, A place where one feels at home.

When I was a baby, I was afraid of everything and everyone. It didn’t matter who was around.  It didn’t matter what I was doing.  I was just afraid. Even if I didn’t look like it, I was.  Mom and dad would tell me stories of how I would jump at everything.  I would scream and cry at the introduction of everything new. When I look at my baby picture, I just wonder what the heck was going on in my little pea brain.  I wonder why I was so afraid.

At some point in my life, that all changed and for the most part I have felt safe and at home pretty much where ever I happened to be.  It didn’t matter who was around.  It didn’t matter what I was doing.  When I saw this word, I had to really think about what Querencia currently means to me.  At first I thought to myself, I feel pretty confident where ever I am and in pretty much every situation.  

The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.  ~ Maya Angelou

However, when I re-read the actual definition, “A place where one feels safe.  A place where one feels at home.”  I had to seriously ask myself where that place is.  I could not, off the top of my head really say that I felt that there was an actual place where that would be true.  These days, I feel slightly more restless and not very safe.  

I started going through some old photos and it was strange.  Years ago, I would have said that this place existed when I was with my children.  I did my best to make their lives safe and comfortable.  They were babies and I was their mom, their protector.  I’m not sure that would be my answer right now.  Kids grow up, things change. Life happens.  Drama ensues.  I hope one day I can go back to that feeling.  There will always be love, but it hasn’t felt like home for some time.

Even before kids, I would have said it was when I was around my younger sister. We did everything together.  I trusted her to be my solid.  My one bestie that I could always depend on.  I think that has also changed. Life happens.  Emotions held back, words left unsaid hanging in the air. Doubts and fears and who knows what.  But it changes.  I hope that one day I can go back to that feeling.  There will always be love, but it also has not felt like home for some time.

I have some special friends that always make me feel safe and comfortable.  But at home?  We are always so busy that we can’t always make the time.  I always feel good when I am around them but the times around them are so short and so far apart that the home piece is missing.  It’s because I live so far away.  The relationship building is hard to do so far away.  I have some friends that I connect with frequently and when we come together, no matter how long we have been apart, it feels like home and it feels safe.  It’s just the darn suitcases that remind me that I’m not really home.

But then, I came across some pictures of my older sister.  Even though we didn’t hang out much when we were little and we fought like cats and dogs as we grew, she was always my protector when I really needed her.  She has been consistent and the same our entire lives.  She has opened her house to me and visited me when I was down, picked me up from teen heartbreak, joined the Navy like I had, raised kids like I had, and so many other things.  She’s the one to placate a situation. She’s the peacemaker.  She will make me laugh when I go over the ledge rather than help me jump.  I don’t like getting all stressed and down and she doesn’t let me feel sorry for myself but she does it in a way that is kind.  She never tries to over-analyze every situation I need to talk about.  She lets me flow and grow and feel safe.  She’s much better at it than I am.  I feel safe, unjudged, and familiar when I am around her.  I love her for this. I feel safe around her for this.  I feel at home around her for this.  Thanks sis.

    Querencia:  Rhapsody; keshy; hope; Varsha; Rebecca; 1227; sanguine; jessica; heartmind; Dylan; Pennie