“You might see some water dripping, but don’t fret none its just where we washed it.”
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Tipper
Overheard: snippets of conversation I overhear in Southern Appalachia
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Tipper,
Some folks just play on the frets! More ways than one! ha
I’ve seen frets plum wore down till yore finger couldn’t mash hard enough to pull the note out!
Thanks Tipper,
PS…I’m beginnin’ to fret over this warm spell. It is supposed to be 70 and more Monday and Tuesday. I pert near heard chorus frogs in the warm moist evenin’ when we came in from the store. I’m listenin’ and going to keep track this year of the Spring peepers, chorus frogs and the January single peeps!
Thanks Tipper,
I grew up hearing fret in Spartanburg County, SC. Interestingly, President Lincoln wrote to General Hooker about General Lee, saying in part to “Fight him, too, when opportunity offers. If he stays where he is, fret him and fret him.”
Tipper,
I wonder what Chitter hears on the other side of that door, thru a Snuff glass. …Ken
Common phrase in my side of my family. (Same with “warsh”!) Most branches of my side of our family started out in the Virginia area or north of there then moved through Pennslvania and Iowa, then down through Nebraska and into Kansas before the twig I sprouted from came to Texas. Still have distant relatives in West Virginia, Tennessee, and Iowa that I know of, closest relatives most all in Kansas and Texas and those are the ones I’ve heard “frettin’ about their warsh when some rude city folk sped down their dirt road.”
But you have to fret it. If you don’t you’re playing it open all the time and that gets pretty boring pretty quick, don’t you think? I guess you could break off a bottle neck and put it on your finger but that takes a lot of practice.
I don’t know why you would want to wash it anyhow. I would just wipe it off with a damp cloth.
I’m glad you said something…I was fretting some. All that water made me fitful.
“Overheard” always makes me homesick. Sounds like home.
Oh my GOSH! I did not find a post this morning! I hope all is well over in NC! ew
My wife and I both occasionally use that word. Right now we are frettin over what to have for breakfast.
My wife and I both occasionally use that word. Right now we are frettin over what to have for breakfast.
My wife and I both occasionally use that word. Right now we are frettin over what to have for breakfast.
My wife and I both occasionally use that word. Right now we are frettin over what to have for breakfast.
Sounds a bit mysterious. Makes me smile though at the ‘don’t fret none’. That might just be a country philosophy of life. I’m still working on not fretting but it is a long, slow course of study for me.
Where I come frome, ‘washed’ would have to be spelled ‘warshed’. Kinda like the word ‘Armuchee’ from over in northwestern Georgia gets pronounced ‘Armurchee’.
I could play with this one all day, thinking of all the different things I could be washing but don’t fret, I’ll want do that!