“He was taking him out to Asheville and I wanted to go and he wouldn’t let me. Thought I’d beg him to go a shopping. When he left me at home I was mad as an old wet hen.”
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“Where’s Charles off to now?” “I rekon he’s gone a fishin.” George,”Catch Aryan?” Charles “Natyan.” Mother would say, “George don’t say Aryan. Daddy George would reply “I didn’t say Arnyn, I sayed “Naryan.” We’d lugh. Mother would “Pitch a fit.” She’d git “Mad as an old wet hen.”
Don Byers said it all right there. I must be a true Appalachian, because I understood exactly what he was saying. Does anybody still use oncest for once?
I wouldn’t want to go to Asheville! Ain’t that where they take you on that hellicaflopter when you’re too sick for your own doctor to treat? Lord no, not me. I ain’t lost a thang in Asheville.
I guess I am one of the few women who hates to shop. This pandemic has meant I have not been in a store for months. Tor does the grocery store shopping and I order from the internet any thing else I may need. When I did shop I went straight to the items I wanted and left. I guess that comes from being so busy when I had my business I did not have time to dilly, dally around.
My Wife tells everyone I’m not allowed to go shopping with her. Thank goodness!
I heard a church member say he tried to give a testimony one time and it was as dry as an oct. breeze.
I don’t know how Appalachian this is but my wife got up with the sniffles and said, ” her head was all clogged up.”
I took a pair of his old boots ( one on each hand) and commenced to whipping him down the holler like the yard dog he is! I really gave him a what for and a snowball is planned for his Sunday dinner. Lol
Wise fellow, need some lessons from him.
Think I can see a story here. Some of guys would rather take a whipping or go to the dentist instead of going girl shopping. I think she scared him but of course he couldn’t admit it. I see her side to though. When trips to Asheville are few and far between going shopping there could be a real treat. Maybe someday us guys will start liking going shopping … but I kinda doubt it.
Looking at guns or tools is shopping too if us men would admit it. “They got tools in there?” “Well, I think I’ll just sit in the car then. I’m a little tired from driving over here. I’ll just turn on the radio and maybe take me a nap.”
“I took and went to Adlanner”.