Heritage Notes – Gomin’, Warsh, and Subtitles
Today I’m proud to bring you Mama’s third installment of Heritage Hints and Notes. I know you’ll enjoy it as much as I did. We’d love to hear from you in the comments below and be sure to check out her other Heritage posts by clicking here. Gratefully, Christy
I come from a long line of proud, hard-working country people, and despite what you might see on television from time to time or hear about ever now and then, we country people are definitely not stupid or ignorant. My ancestors may have talked differently from others but they were soft spoken gentle people.
A while back, I happened upon a documentary on Appalachian people. I try not to call Christy when these are on because more often than not they subtitle folks as they talk and nothing gets her riled faster than seeing Southerners subtitled…
This particular documentary really stood out to me, though, because I recognized a lot of phrases used by my grandparents, phrases that I’m often corrected on nowadays because folks simply don’t understand them. As it turns out, the words make perfect sense (and always have), it’s just that they were somewhat foreig – what things were called in England and Scotland years earlier and passed down generation by generation.
A prime example is a phrase I’ve heard all of my life. My grandmother (Lela) always complained that we kids were “A messin’ and a gomin’ ”. I always wondered what “goming” was. A man on the documentary explained that goming was making a real mess or being messy. Brings to mind how we were always in the kitchen fixing us a snack and leaving a mess behind-“goming”.
My grandmother “toted stuff in a paper poke”. Translated that means carrying things in a paper sack. Times were hard and my grandmother carefully folded her used paper pokes to be reused whenever she got any. They were reused until they were soft and floppy. Unknowingly she was practicing saving the earth. Country folk recycled long before it was popular. Every now and then I toss a plastic throwaway container in the trash and I can’t help but pause to think of how my grandmother would have loved and cherished something as simple as a plastic container.
Country people rose with the dawn, worked the fields all day, raised all their own food, and preserved it to feed their families through the winter. They made every piece of clothing their family had and even recycled outgrown clothing into clothes for younger children or quilts to provide warmth on long winter nights. Nothing was wasted. Every scrap, thread, and piece of string was valued and saved.
I am often corrected for saying “warsh” instead of wash. Christy tells me that her kids have told her she is supposed to pronounce her father’s title “Da-dee” instead of “Deh-dee”. We aren’t supposed to say ain’t, pokes, “coo-pun” instead of q-pon and the likes. Often, I am torn between using what I know as proper grammar and holding on to the speech and values of my beloved ancestors. It feels as if I am turning my back on them if I change my ways. On the other hand, if I don’t I am perceived as backwards or uneducated. Many a Southerner (or folks from any region with a specific dialect for that matter) struggle with these same feelings.
From my ancestors, I have learned values, how to work hard, and integrity that no school could ever teach. Just like Northerners speak differently, so do I and I will continue to do so. I am proud to be from great loving hardworking stock. I can never turn my back on my heritage but I will try to tone down the “ain’t” at school assemblies for my grandkids as long as they’ll sit and listen to my stories of the people they come from – I figure that is a fair trade off. It is my hope to pass on the integrity with which my ancestors lived every day. I may sound more like them than future generations will, but I only hope I can be half the person that they were.
When asking my Mother what should I do in a sticky situation, she would answer…
“In your heart of hearts you already know the answer. You just have to listen to your heart.”
~Advice from Dawn Tierney’s mother that Dawn submitted on our Give a Penny Page.
Love this and I totally agree. I can’t stand it when I’m stereotyped as being dumb because I live in the South!! And I cannot stop giggling over the “and nothing gets her riled faster than seeing Southerners subtitled…” part. LOL!
The writing is definitely a family talent, Christy. I enjoyed reading your mom’s story so much. I can see that the heritage of your family is something very special. The tradition of language and written words has been passed down to you…. from your mother. Tell your mom that she has nothing to worry about when it comes to preserving the heritage of your family, as it is being preserved in the words that you both write…. sharing traditions, wisdom, and love! Thanks for sharing! Great stories…. from great women!
I was a transplanted Southerner in NY for five years and it took three of them to get it to where folks could understand what I was saying. LOL! I ended up coming back to where folks talk proper and, most importantly, eat proper. I had a terrible hard time finding proper food up there. Thank you, Mama for the beautiful post! <3
I find myself using Southern terms that I grew up with and even now living in the North for the past 14 years, they are there. The accent is less subtle (untl I get together with my family and/or talk fast) My youngest daughter who was born in Massachusetts is so drawn to the South and all it’s glory! She now tells people she was born in Nashville. You just should not have to hide your heritage.
Oh my. I understand every word and feeling in this post. At this age in my life, people are always telling me that I look just like my mother, who passed away 30 years ago. My answer is always, “I know, and if I could only be half the person she was……..”
And for years now, I’ve been wondering. Who’s to say the northerners’ way of speaking is the correct way, or at least the *only* correct way. Just because they sound fancier? I like our southern rules just fine. : )
Love it – keep your beautiful heritage alive Mama!
Oh My Goodness Gracious! This brings back memories of lovin’ times back home. I was always told not to be messin’ ’round. Or, don’t be gomin that up, ya hear?! I, personally, love to hear a true Southern’s speech and drawl for that matter. I find the language spoken today to be out of sorts and I often do not know what younguns are atalkin’ ’bout! As their children, and grandchildren, will feel about them. I just love your sweet Mama for sharing and bringing back beautiful memories of my Mama and Grandparents. Bless her little pea pickin’ heart! <3 and hUgs!