AlamoPA Mailing List: Fw: Heavens to Murgatroyd!

[Sallie Carlson (wacsc11945]

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From: "fritzie4 [at] cox.net" <fritzie4 [at] cox.net>
To: william carlson <wacsc11945 [at] yahoo.com>; mstmir [at] aol.com; mwhatmore [at] cox.net
Sent: Saturday, June 11, 2016 11:09 AM
Subject: Fw: Heavens to Murgatroyd!

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> > Do you recognize the word Murgatroyd? –
> > Heavens to Murgatroyd! Lost Words from
> > our childhood: Words  gone as fast as the buggy whip!
> > Sad really!
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> > The other day, a not so elderly (65)
> > lady said something to her son about driving a Jalopy
> > and he looked at her  quizzically and said what the
> > heck is a Jalopy? OMG (new phrase!) - he had  never
> > heard of the word jalopy!! She knew she was old but not that
> > old.
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> > Well, I hope you are Hunky Dory
> > after you read this and chuckle.
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> > These are some old expressions that
> > have become obsolete because of the inexorable march
> > of technology. These  phrases included "Don't
> > touch that dial," "Carbon copy," "You
> > sound like a  broken record” and "Hung out to
> > dry."
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> > Back in the olden days we had a lot
> > of moxie. We'd put on our best bib and tucker to
> > straighten up and fly  right - Heavens to Betsy! Gee
> > whillikers! Jumping Jehoshaphat! Holy moley!  We were
> > "in like Flynn" and living the "life of
> > Riley", and even a regular  guy couldn't
> > accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill.
> > Not  for all “the tea in China"!
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> > Back in the olden days, life used to
> > be swell, but when's the last time anything was
> > swell? Swell has gone the  way of beehives, pageboys
> > and the D.A, of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle
> > skirts, saddle shoes and pedal pushers. Oh, my aching
> > back. Kilroy was  here but he isn’t anymore.
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> > We wake up from what surely has been
> > just a short nap, and before we can say, well I'll
> > be a monkey's  uncle!/This is a fine kettle of
> > fish! - we discover that the words we grew  up with,
> > the words that seemed omnipresent as oxygen, have vanished
> > with  scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens
> > and our  keyboards.
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> > Poof, go the words of our youth, the
> > words we've left behind. We blink and they're
> > gone. Where have all those  phrases gone?
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> > Long gone: Pshaw/The milkman did
> > it/Hey! It's your nickel. Don't forget to pull
> > the chain/Knee high to a  grasshopper. Well,
> > Fiddlesticks! Going like sixty. I'll see you in the
> > funny papers. Don't take any wooden
> > nickels/Heavens to  Murgatroyd!
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> > It turns out there are more of these
> > lost words and expressions than Carter has liver
> > pills. This can be  disturbing stuff! We of a certain
> > age have been blessed to live in  changeful times. For
> > a child each new word is like a shiny toy, a toy that
> > has no age. We at the other end of the chronological
> > arc have the  advantage of remembering there are words
> > that once did not exist and there  were words that once
> > strutted their hour upon the earthly stage and now  are
> > heard no more, except in our collective memory. It's one
> > of the  greatest advantages of aging.
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> > See ya later, alligator!
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