
“She was so mean! Honey I believe she was from torment.”
“From where?”
“You know from down there I don’t want to say the word honey.”
Last night’s video: Serving Our Country at Christmas.
Tipper
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Dear Tipper
when I found your videos I felt truly blessed you remind me of my mother who I lost in 2009. my grandma cooked these same recipe and I loved her food and miss her still deeply to this day. I have lived most of my life in Illinois and these yankees(as my uncle calls them) don’t know what good eating is. I have been disabled for many years now and spend a lot if time watching videos, crochet and cross stitch. I so wish I had the extra money because I would have already purchased it. I never miss you videos love to the girls and there babies. and the men too.
Dorothy-thank you so much! I sent you an email 🙂
All of my life, I’ve heard the word torment used in reference to meanness, the devil, he**, etc. My paternal grandfather used to use to say quite often that a person who hadn’t accepted Jesus as their Saviour would end up in torment.
I think I either heard or read “the bad place” as another way to identify it. But ‘from torment’ works well enough. Human nature being what it is, I wonder if there was ever been a post office called “Torment”. There have been times and places that between deer flies and mosquitoes that name could have easily come to mind as being appropriate. Anyway, I’m glad there still are folks who chose their words to match themselves and not their changing circumstances.
True story: There was a town bully who must have been from torment. Nobody could stand him. One night, someone shot and killed him, and there was no interest in investigating the crime. The case was closed by general consent…and, I assume, everybody lived happily ever after, including his own family.
You could Google it.
Hey Tipper…
I sent am email to you to the Celebrating Appalachia email address…Thx, W
Just want to thank you for sharing about using the potato for Christmas greens. My cedar and other green foliage still looks good. I fixed them the first week of December. Appreciate this info and your web site.
My mother would always say torment. Lord help my butt (she wouldn’t have any mercy on it) if she had heard me say Oh my God, Lord have mercy or such when I was a kid. After I was grown, she wouldn’t whip me, but would have gave me a good chewing out/talking too for saying things like that. To her, saying those words were taking the Lord’s name in vain. Mother passed on to Glory 13 years ago, but I remember her teachings and even now I am thinking she would not like me writing Lord have mercy on my butt.
I agree with Carolyn. Although I have never heard it used like that, it sure is an accurate description and there are some that I fear will end up in torment if they don’t make things right before they leave this ole world.
I haven’t heard that expression before, but I’ve heard my mother say a few times, “He/she is mean as a snake!” It certainly got our attention as kids, and we knew that was someone we needed to avoid.
Carolyn you could say that for sure. A little laugh to start the day. Hi everyone. Have a terrific weekend and may God bless everyone today, tomorrow and always.
My parents didn’t say the H word, but it was known as the place down below. Tipper, I hope you’re getting ready for the big snowstorm that’s headed to Wilson’s Hollow.
My cousin, Sharon a “Preachers kid”, said; HE double hockey sticks. Works for me!
Meaner than a striped snake, Meaner than a old setting hen or an old hen with chicks. Meaner than a junk yard dog. The meanest person I ever encountered was my Mother-in-law. She was near death and moved in with us for us to take care of her for that last 3 – 4 months. When she found out how much it bothered me to have her there she perked up and lingered 18 years.
That’s funny, Jackie. Thanks for the laugh!
Unfortunately I’ve known people like this. Some people all you can do is keep your distance and pray for them.
“But the preacher says it all the time. Why can’t I?” Well, you go right ahead, if you want your mouth mashed!”
I was curious about what a mashed mouth might look like, but I had had a busted tail and if it was anything like that I wasn’t interested.
Ed, if you read my comment you will see it was the same for me. It was always a busted tore up butt, I never had my mouth washed. I remember when I young, our preacher was eating dinner with my grandparents and was eating a pod of hot pepper, he took a bite and said he could see hell fire run up the dining room wall. I thought that was awful and couldn’t believe a preacher said it.
The first video I ever saw of yours was similar to this. Ya’ll were all saying expressions and using them in context. It was so funny and made me truly miss home. That’s when I subscribed and started loving your family.
Well I’ve never heard it referred to like that before, but it is an accurate description. Unfortunately in life we occasionally encounter individuals that do make you wonder if torment is indeed their place of origin.