Sorry to disappoint you but this is not about some sexually transmitted disease. It’s about words people make up. Carry on.
My husband and his life-long friend, Doug, still speak some bizarre language that they started creating when they were five and met in kindergarten. The most peculiar words I’ve ever heard from them are “syphilis jister,” which in their language means TV Guide. Who knows? It’s not worth asking because they’d have no idea when, why or how they came up with it.
Likewise, my husband and his three siblings (now in their 60s) still get wet-your-pants giggly when one of them pinches their own nose closed and says, “hiney pinky, hiney pinky.” If you’re old enough to remember department stores with announcement systems (beside “blue light special in aisle three”), you’ll remember the ping of a bell and a nice female voice announcing someone’s name – a manager or such. My husband says he and his sisters and brother always thought the woman was saying “hiney pinky.”
At the risk of exposing too much more weirdness about my husband, he is also famous for making up lyrics to songs and being around him at Christmas is particularly amusing. You don’t even want to know what’s away in that manger.
My younger sister was about five when she walked out of a Baptist church we were visiting and asked, “Mommy, why were those people yelling ‘ham and eggs’?” I’m still not sure what she was hearing, maybe hallelujah?
That same sister was famous for making up lyrics (probably why she and my husband get along so well). Many of hers were silly nonsensical stuff she thought she heard, like “Homb, Homb on derange, where the deer and the angelope pray, where steldom is heard on a scurading word and the skies are not cloudies all day!”
But others were just her made up songs. She loved to sing and when my dad fired up his reel-to-reel recorder so he could make tapes of us singing and telling stories, my sister really lit up. She would make up tune, words, and tempo and “sing” a story. My favorite of these was “These are the things what I like: books and jacks and toys and cats and . . . .” She’d be looking around the room for other stuff to name, humming and mumbling as a bridge while deciding what to add to the list. If she got lost, she’d just start all over.
Those are the tapes that make me laugh till I cry! They came in handy years later, too, after I’d transferred them to cassettes. She and her husband (NPS employees) were being transferred to another park to work and I planned a huge going away party for them. One of the tapes I played during the dinner hour was one of my sister’s versions of “these are the things what I like”!!
Do you have made up words that make you smile?
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