I’m settling into my new internet home and I hope you are too. There’s still much to be done and its seems like my to-do list is growing like Jack’s beanstalk.
- There’s still the issue of all the pictures. You’ve probably noticed they’re not showing up in the older posts. I have to relink them in every post.
- Miss Cindy is helping me with one small issue. Remember how I used to say Subscribe for Free at the end of every post? Well since I changed email subscription services all those links need to be removed so that someone doesn’t stumble upon one and decide to subscribe. I had several folks do exactly that this week.
- My move left lots of broken links for Google to fuss about-that’s those pesky 404 error pages you’ve been seeing in the archives. If you try to visit me through an old link or email you’ve saved for a particular post you’ll likely get an 404 error page…until I get them all redirected.
- Yesterday I discovered many of the links within my past posts are also dead. Mostly it’s where I used a link to refer back to a previous post. So those need to be fixed as well.
Even though all the extra work has left me bushed, I’m still glad I moved the blog. I think I’m going to like this new home. I believe it’s a good fit for my ongoing endeavor of celebrating and preserving Appalachia.
Speaking of being bushed, I have several books that are dedicated to explaining unusual words and phrases. In “Why You Say It” written by Webb Garrison I discovered early Dutch settlers used a phrase to describe the thick brush often encountered traveling in this new world. English speaking folks picked up the phrase and began calling the area bush country. After that it wasn’t long before someone started saying they were bushed after fighting thick vegetation all day.
Tipper
I get petered out sometimes. Other times I’m too pooped to putter. Sometimes I get as weakern as dish water. Often I feel wrung out like a dishrag or like I’ve been hit by a Mack truck (it’s got to be a Mack).
I do have a few bad days too though.
Great work Tipper!
Tipper,
I’ve heard my Mama say “I’m Bushed”, and she was crippled in her left side. I don’t know how she did so much, raising 6 boys. She walked to Church twice every Sunday and it was about a mile and a half, one way. I recon The Good Lord looked after her, cause when she walked, she threw her left leg out like a Cow walking. And I’ve seen her burn her left hand cooking, but she had no feeling in her left side at all. Lord, I miss my parents. …Ken
Big job you’ve undertaken, but so glad you have. I look forward to “visiting” albeit not in person but fulfilling and makes me happy.
Your doing a great job Tipper! I really enjoy your blog!
Tipper,
Thanks, for all the hard work you’ve encountered. I found Ray and Pap and the other brother on the radio from back in the 60’s and 70’s yesterday on You Tube. Ed had already commented on the singing. And I’ve been listening to Chitter and Chatter alot also. I don’t understand why more folks haven’t listened to this. Perhaps they like Katy Perry better! I like some Pop too. My favorite tho is the type you all sing. I appreciate all of you’re music and origin that you tell. …Ken
For Leon, and everyone, re: “Too many irons in the fire”: The term comes fro mass production in the blacksmith shop, where the apprentice would have the task of, for instance, making nails, and would have several rods of iron heating at the same time so that he could make a nail on the end of one, then put it back in the fire and grab another immediately instead of waiting for the same rod to re-heat. He would pull a rod out of the fire, form a nail, cut it off and put the rod back in the ire, grab another rod, repeat. if a rod or rods were left in the fire too long the iron would burn (yes, you *can* burn iron and steel) and the nail from a burnt rod is worthless. So, then, if the apprentice had so many rods (irons) a-heating at the same time that he could not make nails fast enough to get to each rod before they burnt, he had “Too many irons in the fire”…
The older I get the more bushed out I get.
Dad always said too nuf or to none. Tipper you have too nuf.
Thanks for all your efforts. The new version loads so much quicker than the old one did on my slow internet connection. Keep up the good work.
Tipper, Please don’t get yourself all “bushed” or “pooped out” as we say down here in MS..
Ed, I have wondered the origins of lots of our everyday terms..I also still hear “all tuckered out”.
I am sure that your loyal readers are thankful for all you have done, and won’t get “all in a swivet” (a MS oldie) if we need to go to a side bar to find a picture..
I woke up pretty rested but with a foot of snow on the ground. The Boy and I are going to dig out after I get caffeinated. I’ll be bushed soon!
Change is never easy. But, I’m glad your project continues to grow.
What a monumental job – restoring links – but this reader, for one, am so appreciative of your efforts. That”404″ msg popped up when I tried to open the various blackberry pie/cobbler receipts from your June 28, 2011 post. My fear is that you may not be able to get to restoring those links by Mother’s Day which is usually the start of dewberry/blackberry season in these parts. Most important, don’t do yourself in with all this – you’re blog is an important part of so many people’s day!
Tamela-I hope I’ll have those links restored LOL! But if I don’t you can always come to the blog and use the search bar in the right side bar or at the top right of the page to find the posts. They’re still here-Google just don’t know they are : )
Yes. I am just about bushed with all the hustle and bustle going on. I am beginning to think I have too many irons in the fire. I counted 7 or 8 different irons yesterday. (So, did this expression come from the Old West and pertain to branding cattle?”)
P.S. I have decided to dig up a couple of spots on our town lot and plant a few vegetables. I threw out Roma tomato scraps a couple of years ago and they grew very well. I kept 2 plants and they were all we could eat! I was looking for something in our kitchen “Junk Drawer” and found some Butternut squash seeds and some Swiss Chard (multi-color stems). We have had a couple of freezes, but after the last rain the ground is still easy to dig.
Mountain laurel and rhododendron come to mind, or maybe a canebrake. And there is always privet and doghobble. But I once met a demon bush in middle Georgia that was the worst ever; head high, thick, entangled and thorny, besides being laced with sawbriers. I got bushed that day right.
As for your move, hats off. It is shaping up nicely. It is a brave undertaking in part because of what you said about broken links. I need to move all my genealogy stuff to a new program or web location and it is intimidating. I am one of those who does not like to chase technology. It is like chasing the will o’ wisp. We’ll never catch it.
I don’t get bushed, I get pooped. Now where do you reckon that phrase came from?
I am enjoying your new place here . . . And I enjoy words and origins. Keep em coming!
Am very glad your back on , have missed the down to eart news and pictures .
Sounds like enough to pull ones hair out in frustration, technology is a wonderful thing when it works right but when it don’t Man is it a head ache.
I think my comments are no longer being accepted on your new address, though they were at first…leaving this one as a test.
I guess it takes a while to get all the bugs out. Interesting origin of bushed. Like the bugs eady when explained
@Quin: you’re coming thru 4×4!
Just came by to check and I see my “commenter” is working after all! Thanks Dan 🙂