I can’t hit them at all! But I used to be able to hit’em at midnight and the wind a blowing.
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Tipper
Overheard: snippets of conversation I overhear in Southern Appalachia
Appalachia Overheard
Overheard
I can’t hit them at all! But I used to be able to hit’em at midnight and the wind a blowing.
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Tipper
Overheard: snippets of conversation I overhear in Southern Appalachia
10 Comments
b. Ruth
September 4, 2015 at 9:53 pmTipper,
Loved Jim’s comment!
Also, to Chuck, I use the term “little fellers” quite a bit. I remember my Grandmother saying one time about my brother, “He’s certainly going to be one of those “little fellers” if he don’t start a’sproutin’ up soon”! This was said by our kin about little dogs, cats, calves, fruit on the trees, etc. If it was very small they was “little fellers”! I was born in Asheville NC, most of the family from Madison County!
Wonder if they was a trying to hit
“millers”, or those pesky brown-shelled night beetles that fly in your face when the porch light is on!
Did you ever find out after overhearing the comment?
Thanks Tipper,
Dolores
September 4, 2015 at 6:40 pmHum! This is a mind boggler. Target practice at midnight with a full moon shining on the target!
Ken
September 4, 2015 at 2:19 pmTipper,
Today just 5 minutes before Donna
Lynn of WKRK went off, played my
request “My Heart’s in Brasstown”
and she said “that was by Chitter
and Chatter…Ken
Ed Ammons
September 4, 2015 at 12:57 pmHit ’em? I can’t even see ’em any more!
Howland
September 4, 2015 at 11:51 amThe high notes in a song? I useta could, too…
Chuck Howell
September 4, 2015 at 11:01 amI have never heard anyone else use the expression “Little Fellers” to describe small things. He would drop small portions of pancake batter in the skillet to make “Little Fellers” for us kids. Anything small might be called this. My Dad George Howell was born in Yancey County North Carolina.
kenneth o. hoffman
September 4, 2015 at 10:47 amtipper; hit um high and hit um hard. i believe a foot ball term. k.o.h.
Jim Casada
September 4, 2015 at 10:40 amTipper–Sounds to me like an inebriated braggart describing his wingshooting abilities at a real Chinese fire drill of a dove hunt.
Jim Casada
b. Ruth
September 4, 2015 at 8:55 amTipper,
This overheard statement you post, brought to mind a Grimm’s fable/fairy tale, called
“Seven at one Blow” or some have called it “The Brave Little Tailor”…
I hadn’t read it or heard it for years, but remembered the gest of the tale. It’s a story told about a tailor that killed seven at one blow and his rise to fame. Now then, what were the seven you ask….
Your post made me wonder if the ones this person was hitting at midnight, with the wind blowing were the same things!
You will have to research the fairy tale to find out what the seven were! ha That is unless you remember hearing the tale from your youth and know already!
Thanks for this post Tipper,
Such fun!
Miss Cindy
September 4, 2015 at 7:16 am…and I can’t hit the broad side of a barn, either!