Heavens to Murgatroyd! Smiles of recognition at these lost words and phrases of yesteryear, guaranteed.
Would you believe the spellchecker did not recognize the word Murgatroyd? Do you remember that word? (Actually, it’s a name!)
Lost words from our childhood: words gone as fast as the buggy whip!
The other day a not-so-elderly (I’ll say 75) lady said something to her grandson about driving a jalopy. He looked at her quizzically and said, “What the heck is a ‘jalopy’?” He’d never heard of the word! She knew she was old… but not that old!
Well, I hope you feel hunky dory after you read this.
About a month ago, I wrote down some old expressions that have become
obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology. The phrases
included Don’t touch that dial, carbon copy (cc), You sound like a broken
record, and hung out to dry.
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 willikers! 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!
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 and Saddle Stitched Pants.
Oh, my aching back! Kilroy was here, but he isn’t anymore.
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! or This is a fine kettle of fish! we discover that the words we grew up with have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards.
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. Wake up and smell the roses.
It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter has liver pills.
We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeable 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 upon the earthly stage but now are heard no more, except in our collective memory.
It’s one of the greatest advantages of aging. Leaves us to wonder where Superman will find a phone booth.
See ya later, alligator! Okey-dokey?
[Thanks to my friend Jennifer Shugar for sending me this piece (and many other jokes I’ve shared with you here)!]