The Deer Hunter is a great guy-but sometimes I’m afraid he’s hard for folks to understand. See, he uses crazy names for things. Over the last 17 years I’ve learned to never be surprised by what comes out of his mouth. Some examples:
When the girls were little-he called them crumb crunchers or ankle biters,
He calls small dogs-like Ruby Sue-yappers,
He calls turkeys-thunder chickens,
In his language- eggs are cackleberries, he changes the channel with a hickie not a remote, and he calls a large buck- an old mossy. I could go on and on but I think you get the point. The Deer Hunter has his own unique way of speaking.
A few weeks ago Paul and Guitar Man were doing an old Chuck Berry song, Memphis Tennessee, as I listened I realized Berry had a neat way of describing tears. The song refers to tears as “hurry home drops on her cheeks that trickled from her eyes.” Seems The Deer Hunter and Chuck Berry have something in common.
So for this weeks Pickin’ & Grinnin’ In The Kitchen Spot- Memphis Tennessee. I really like this old song-great words-great music and its one of those songs that surprise you. All along you think he’s talking about his girlfriend or wife, in the end you find out he’s talking about his 6 yr old daughter Marie.
I hope you enjoyed the song! How about you-ever call things by a different name?
Tipper
My daughter calls our ottomans, loufas. She can’t remember ottoman, so now we all do it. oh, yeah, she is 20 and didn’t start doing it until 4-5 years ago. LOL!
I’ve got a lot of blogs to catch up on. I’m sure tryin.
My daddy’s called kids rug rats and curtain climbers. My mother called our first son-in-law “Do-hickey” which I just thought was her strange little nickname for him. As years went on, each of the dogs became Do-hickey, then also our 2nd daughter’s husband. It took me far too long to admit it was her memory and not just quirkiness.
I’ve noticed in the family we’ve started double talking. like a paper plate is a plate and a dinner plate is a plate plate. Or don’t turn down the street turn left on the street street (the highway)
I definitely use thunder chicken for turkey. If you ever hear a purr & strut you’ll never forget it. chickens I call them Yardbirds little trucks like a Mazda,S10 or Ford ranger I call them sample trucks. Almond milk is nut juice. Mouth is c*ck terrible I know. Rubber boots are snake boots. Mosquitos are either skeeters or blood sucking bastards. Nats\fruit flies are pecker nats. Goose pimples, goose bumps, chicken skin but when i get them while talking about Jesus I call them Holy Bumps
Little kids are known as “snot gobblers.” Little, tincey dogs are known as “Bear bait,” and “yap dogs.” Ground Hawgs are known as “Whistle Pigs.” Milk is “moo juice,” cool aid is “bug juice,” squirrels are known as “furry-tailed rats,” starlings are known as “Sh@# birds,” and skunks are known as “pole cats.”
My great uncle calls Dalmations “Damnations” and Labradore Retrievers “Lavatory Retrievers.” He calls his .38 pistol his “snake bite kit.”
Tipper: What a neat post of Deer Hunter speech. My girls always tease me of my speech from the Appalachian Mountains. I still say younce to a group of people. (Are younce going to lunch.) Then there is warsh. (Are you going to warsh the clothes today?) I use thingamiggig instead of hickey. wasn’t hickey somehing you gave a girl on her neck. Have a great Thanksgiving.
Your words on made me laugh! Enjoyed reading and listening. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving! blessings, Kathleen
I came by from Autumn’s Meadow blog. I loev it! We referred to little ones as rug rats and little yappie dogs as rat dogs. Hmmm, maybe there is a them here?
Love this! What fun pictures! Can’t think of any cute language right now but I’ll try to come up with something later…
Wow, I’ve just added these to my vocabulary list! They really are
imaginative! The Deer Hunter has a great sense of humor!
*laughing* Since we don’t have live thunder chickens here, I will definitely be using the crackleberries. I’ll let you know if it migrates up north. 😉
Secret Agent Man and The Deer Hunter must be long lost brothers. I hear that kind of talk all the time around here. My son is going to love the name “thunder chicken”.
I love his vocabulary! What color and imagination. I hope you write more of his words in another post sometime.
Turkeys as thunder chickens wins the prize for me.
And thanks for your thoughts on that wonderful song. I remember how it first caught me by surprise. So much tenderness in that one.
Tipper this is a great post. I have heard little ones called ankle biters as well. We have called turkey’s gobblers and eggs cackleberries. Fun to remember this stuff. I love the song that Paul sang about Marie. He and your pap have such beautiful voices.
A hickie…like a do-hickie? That’s funny.
I like the deer hunters language! It must keep things interesting!
I’ve always loved that song. I have a recording of it around here somewhere, I think by Elvis. I like the Pickin’ and Grinnin’ in the kitchen version, too!
The Deerhunter has always had colorful expressions. When he was about the size of Chitter and Chatter in the boat pictures he would come to the back door to come in after playing outside and say “whop-it-the-door”!
He is one handsome fellow, isn’t he!
Deer Hunter and I apparently went to the same school of elocution.
small children – rug rats
milk – cow juice
butter – cow salve
anything you use but lack the proper name for – Do hickie or thing-a-ma-jig
and many more of the such like. Pappy
That was really good!
When is the Deer Hunter’s birthday? Cackleberries..hahahahaaaa! I have a strange speak too. but mine is mostly referring to everything as a thingamabob or doo hickey. I am a constant source of frustration for my husband.
He is very technical.
Alot of times I’ll start talking to him from the conversation going on in my head. Boy, can he look really perplexed. I get alot
of where in the heck did that come from? or Are you crazy?(yes)
But when he picks up on it with out missing a beat, I just smile and think to my self “come on in the water’s fine”…
Your post brings back memories of my Dad. He had “other” names for lots of things, too…cackle berries, do-hickeys, yappers, etc. The older of my 2 younger brothers seems to have picked that up, too. Keeps conversations light.
Oh yeah, I have many things I call other things.
A turkey…chicken on steroids.
Canned store bought biscuits are whop biscuits.
Darn it…someone came in and started talking to me and I lost all train of thought.
I’ll get back to you…geez!
I’ve heard a few of those, like the thunder chickens and hickies (but always with a do before it).
Nice turkey.
Great singing, as usual.
Did ya’ll get snow this morning? We got a good skiff, wind took most of it tho.
Wow, I haven’t heard that song in a long time. 🙂 Yes, we have strange names for things too. The little dogs are called yap-yap dogs. I have heard of crumb-crushers and I think my husband has called my kids that too. Right now I can’t think of anything else.
My mom has a vocabulary of her own as well. One of her best is moo juice. Of course, to the layperson that is milk.
Her name for eggs…chicken fruit.
Good post.
Deer Hunter is right with some of the names he uses for things as I have heard them too. Chitter and Chatter are SO cute in their little life jackets. I would have loved to have seen that thunder chicken on a plate for Thanksgiving. He was a big one!
Sister S’s husband hunts too, but he’s never caught anything as beautiful as old mossy. Mostly when he comes back home from hunting he has a lot of ‘oh deer me stories’, like the time he was craning to look at a buck and fell out of the deer stand up in the tree. Or the time he shot all his arrows, never hitting the deer, and ending up throwing his bow at it to make it run. I really laughed at that one! 🙂
Thanks Paul and Guitar Man, I’ve always loved this song. That’s quite a lot of pickin’ for that one. xxoo
So what does he call a hickie then? lol Love the song – great post!
You know, this whole thing would make a wonderful recording. They should really record – it’s so easy to market your own music nowadays. I guess they’d have to stick to folk tunes for copyright reasons, but heck, they’d be great on an album. And you already have the whole “from the kitchen” concept!
Thunder chickens! I love that, just love it! Of course I love language like that anyhow….gives a little sparkle to plain old speech. Have a good one!
Oh, the thunder chicken cracks me up! I’m using that from now on.
For us, groundhogs are whistle pigs. My husband and others from his area (around Hanging Rock) call winter hats – snoogins. All greens whether collards, turnip greens or even lettuce are creases.
As always, thanks for sharing the music of your home!
I have heard of eggs being called cackleberries and I’ve heard of yappers. I’ve heard of things being called a do-hickie if you can’t think of the name of it.I’ve said that a lot–give me that do-hickie from over there. But I’ve never heard of a turkey being called a thunder chicken.
what i want to know is how you and deer hunter manage to look the exact same as when you were first married!
is it the fresh thunder chicken?
or the cackleberries?
🙂