…as my father used to say. Things were
…colder than a bigawd
…hotter than a bigawd
…faster than a bigawd
…slower than a bigawd
…bigger than a bigawd
…and so on to infinity.
LOL! His language had a lot of dialectal characteristics. So I never knew whether one of his characteristic turns of phrase was something out of the Deep South, something from West Texas, some kind of translation from Choctaw, or…just an idiosyncrasy of his own.
Whatever…evidently there were quite a few quasi-divine figures, wherever he came from 😀
His mother’s people were Choctaw Indians, a group that migrated westward out of the Deep South as fortunes were to be made annihilating herds of buffalo in the central plains.
Interestingly, he had bright blue eyes, a characteristic I always imagined was inherited from his gringo father. But…come to find out: Choctaw people could be blue-eyed, too! Who knew, eh?
At any rate…he indulged any number of entertaining dialectal turns of phrase. The opposite of colder than a bigawd, for example, would have been hotter than a two-dollar cookstove.
Just now, as we scribble, it’s colder than billy-be-damned out in the backyard. Not much warmer in here, either.
LOL!
The hour grows late. The human wears out.. And so… a-w-a-a-y!
My late mom used many colorful phrases while I was growing up that I’ve never heard from anyone else. Her father was originally from Texas, so maybe she got them from him?
If she hadn’t seen someone in a while, she’d say, “I haven’t seen them in ages and blows.” For unruly kids, it was “they weren’t raised, they were jerked up by the hair.” If someone did something foolish, they were “dumb, stupid, ignorant and I don’t know what else.” She despised profanity, so would say, “Shoot, heck, fuzzy!” She had a million of ’em.