I love writing about the old west.
That was when men were men and women were women, but a cowboy wasn’t a
cowboy unless he was wild, woolly and full of fleas. Of course the heroes
we write about are more likely to be tall, dark and handsome, which may be
a bit of a tall tale or whizzer. But as far as the lingo goes,
there’s no reason to stretch the blanket —and yes-siree-bob,
that’s part of the fun.
Today’s language seems rather dull
compared to the colorful expressions and words of yesteryear. Can you
think of more mouth-pleasing words than hornswoggle, caboodle or
skedaddle? Or what about fiddlefooted, ranktankerous, rumbumptious
or splendiferous? A
latte may be the haute
cuisine of coffee, but give me an Arbuckle’s any day.
A know-it-all has a saddle to fit
every horse, and if someone called you a drowned horse it meant you had a
bloated ego. And when was the last time you heard the weather man
describe a dust storm as Oklahoma rain? Cowboys didn’t just
work together they were in cahoots, and if you want to ride your horse
fast, you'll either have to burn the breeze or ride a blue streak.
The rebellious part of me delights
that my characters can use such words as “ain’t” and “druther” without being
cut down. My eighth grade English teacher would have had a fit. Of
course, back in the 1800s, she’d be more likely to have a conniption (any way
you call it, it serves her right for branding me with an F).
Today’s nicknames seem rather tame
compared to Old Fuss and Feathers, Rattlesnake Dick, Cattle Annie
and Crazy Horse Lil.
When a cowboy said “hell on
wheels” he wasn’t talking about no bikers (double negatives welcome). He
was talking about movable towns that followed the building of railroads.
Job hunters could take a lesson from
an old buckaroo who claimed to be born in a hurricane and could handle anything
that came his way. A cowboy didn’t have work experience but he sure
did have wrinkles on the horn. He was also a firm believer that
every bull should carry its own tail. Think you’re right for the
job? I’m your huckleberry meant I’m your man. Write that on your
resume.
Want to impress someone with your
courage? Tell them you know how to die standing up. Someone dallying too
long in the chow line? Yell at them to fire and fall back. Fallen off the
straight and narrow? What you need is a fire escape (a cowboy’s
name for a preacher). Feeling spooney? You haven’t lived
until you’ve lallygagged on a sparking bench with your beau.
Criminals were called gangs,
and a bad guy was a desperado, cattle thief, gunman or roughneck.
Anyone caught messing with the sheriff was escorted to the hoosegow
immediately, if not sooner.
Finally, a word of wisdom to all you
greenhorns out there. Get a wiggle on and chew the cud but stay away
from conversation fluid (whiskey).
www.margaret-brownley.com
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I enjoyed your post, Margaret. In our house, a dimwit was described as someone who just fell off a turnip truck. :)
ReplyDeleteHi Anita, that's a good one. Thank you for sharing!
ReplyDeleteMy Mom always said, "I'm almost 100% sure." My dad called a swat with his arm a 'warm ear'; a good thing to run from! Your book sounds and looks very good. sm wileygreen1(at)yahoo(dot)com
ReplyDeleteHi Sharon, thank you for stopping by. Your mom gives herself a little out--wise woman. Love it! Never heard of a warm ear. Interesting.
DeleteGreat fun here, Margaret. I've always loved the word twitterpate.
ReplyDeleteHi Davalyn! Oh, oh,oh, I love the word twitterpate. Every time I see or hear that word I think of Bambi. Remember when he learned about twitterpating and said it wasn't going to happen to him?
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ReplyDeleteFun post! I can remember my dad saying someone was slower that a seven year itch.
ReplyDeleteHi Vickie, you don't hear that expression much these days but it's a good one. Way back when there was even a Seven Year Itch movie.
ReplyDeleteLove the post, Miss Margaret! I love, "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree," or "it's tighter than Dick's hat band!" And I knew a lady that always said, "lands of Goshen" instead of good grief or my goodness.
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Hi Melanie, love the ones you shared with us. Dick's hat band is a new one for me. Never heard it before.
DeleteHere all this time I thought a dust storm was New Mexico rain. Growing up on the plains around Lovington, New Mexico we experienced ankle sand burns from the prairie winds. Shindigs weren't complete without having to hold down the grub and eatin' irons. I can remember when "fagged out" simply meant worn-out or fatigued. Dad always called any disturbance a "fuss." Thanks for the interesting post.
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