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An Appalachian colloquialism that was used in early twentieth century America to refer to things whose names were forgotten or unknown. In this usage it was synonymous with thingamajig or whatchamacallit, as in “hand me that hootenanny.” Hootenanny was also an old country word for “party”. Now, most commonly, it refers to a folk-music party.

“Hootenanny” was also used by the leadership of early firefighting battalions to describe a “meeting of the minds” or higher ups of various department heads. The term has trickled down to working companies and is now used, with some frequency, at working incidents and other circumstances that require a focused discussion between key individuals. Most recently it was adopted for use during the annual Fire Department Instructors Conference. Logistics professionals for the conference employ the word to call together the required personnel needed to accomplish the prodigious assignments placed on them.


1. A noisy celebration.

2. A mass gathering or assembly, as of a political party or association.

3. A long mixed program of entertainment.

4. A large assembly often international, especially of Boy Scouts or Girl Scouts.

First known use 1864

I’m not sure why, but these two words just tickle me. I’m always up for a hootenanny or a jamboree!  Anyone?


Proof of weirdness:

 Last night I was listening to an English movie. The English call an autopsy a post mortem; post meaning after.

A pre-mortem would definitely be putting the horse before the cart! 

It was an Agatha Christie so someone had to go! I love Agatha, she is so tidy.  No gore.

Here is where I spiraled.

If post in that sense means after – why do we call it post office? After I write a letter I mail it? Post as in posting a notice…my letter? If I had thought about the answer long enough I would have figured it out but I was spiraling in the question. I can only do one thing at a time people!

In the wilds of early America with the pony express hopping along with all of our pioneer tin can & string cell phone bills, Target coupons and Pottery Barn catalogs, they would change riders &/or horses at out “posts”. Post office.

In colonial times too, they had posts (usually taverns) where the mail would accumulate to go oversees or to another colony. You know things like “Hey King, you’re making us a little upset out here in Boston!  Virginia is a little ticked too!” 

I’m sure they were subscribing to Marshall Foster’s Mayflower Institute so they could read about themselves!

 Hmmm! How in the name of all that is good did I get from autopsy to letters?


Phlegmatic – adj. 1: resembling, consisting of, or producing the humor of phlegm 2: having or showing a slow and stolid temperament.

 What did Merriam Webster just say?? It appears as if they’re claiming that some people have the personality of  phlegm.

 I have a friend who was has been a CEO and is really into the personality tests / traits to know how to approach each person on her staff.  On occasion she has our group of friends take them. They make for interesting discussion! 

For anyone that has taken the personality test and has been labeled Phlegmatic – You need a new label!

Phlegmatic traits are: Unassuming, agreeable and intuitive, the ability to read between the lines. 

 I ask you, can phlegm do that?

According to the ancient Greeks, human personalities were controlled by four bodily fluids called “humors”. Phlegm was paired with water – the cold, moist element – and it was believed to impart the cool, unemotional personality we now call the “phlegmatic type,” a bit odd given that the term derives from the Greek phlegma, which literally means “flame”. So I get the definition means, but I still think Phlegmatics need a new word!

 So if I’m interpreting this right and since I’m making this up, I’m sure I’m correct; my friends that are a bit reserved have a fire within, passion, wisdom, drive and a great sense of humor! (Not the Greek bodily fluid kind!) Don’t read between the lines, it’s a compliment!

 This why I’m here, for these sophisticated clarifications for you collectors of words! 

Meed: a fitting return or recompense, an earned reward or wage.

I’m just saying….

Possible – Potentiality for favorable or interesting results

A common word, but have you looked at the definition? I like it!

There is a blog I read regularly, Layla Palmer’s: The Lettered Cottage, rather than making a resolution each year has picked a word to ponder, “Basically, you choose one word that has the potential to inspire you and create intention in your life, all year long.”

Possible is my word. I don’t have to have the answer; I don’t have to figure it out. All things are possible for Him, a Son who rose for me, that hell could not hold. Not that is limitless possibility!!

My life, my dreams, my possibility is not limited.

Here is to remembering – ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE!!

“Now more than ever before, the people are responsible for the
character of their Congress. If that body be ignorant, reckless,
and corrupt, it is because the people tolerate ignorance,
recklessness and corruption. If it be intelligent, brave and pure,
it is because the people demand these high qualities to represent them in the national legislature….If the next centennial does not
find us a great nation…it will be because those who represent the
enterprise, the culture, and the morality of the nation do not aid
in controlling the political forces.”

James Garfield

Was he speaking in 2012 about the next centennial? NO! It was 1881 and he was speaking about us! Now! 

 How are we doing?

According to Merriam-Webster,

Blog: a frequently updated personal journal chronicling links at a Web site, intended for public viewing

Marilyn Jean’s definition (per the conversation we had today!) , read below:

Daisy: I have a story I’m going to post on my blog tomorrow about you.

Marilyn Jean: Me, what?! Who reads a blog, how do you go to a blog, can anyone read a blog, is it all over the internet, do you need an address, a blog?

Daisy: I sent the address to you, I can’t believe you haven’t read it yet. Now you want to read it because it’s about you! HA!

You need to follow it, so you’ll know when I write about you.

Marilyn Jean: I follow God, not a blog.

You know what I thought a blog was when I first heard about it a year or so ago? I thought it was something that hung out of a cow’s body in the back with hay and dirt all over.

Daisy: You mean like when a cow gives birth and the uterus comes out and they have to put it back in? A prolapsed uterus?

Marilyn Jean: Yes, I guess that’s a blob. How dirty and dried up is your blog?

Rickie: I thought a blog was a swampy area.

Marilyn Jean: That’s a bog not a blog

Daisy: Just…just… follow my blog and you’ll see a story about you!

Marilyn Jean: She’s wants me to chase her blog.

Daisy: Chase my blog?? No follow my blog!

I need an entire section dedicated to just you!

Oh my word!

Side note: Marilyn Jean is one of the funniest people I know and these crazy conversations we have, and we have them often, make my day!

See the story about Marilyn Jean entitled “The Biscuit”

I don’t watch TV.

The shows that people talk about I am generally unfamiliar with unless I’ve seen them in a hotel room.

That isn’t to say that I’m never sitting in front of a television set. I pick what I watch.

I don’t have cable or dish or all the other names that 1,227 channels are called. I’m watching DVD’s.

I watch old movies, history documentaries  and seasons of  “That Girl”, “The Waltons”, “The Odd Couple”, “Columbo”, “The Andy Griffith Show”, etc.

I don’t have to think about the words they may say, I know there will be a moral to the story and I’m just old school!

Do you remember the show about the maid “Hazel”?


Hazel takes care of the Baxter family and their son little Harold. George and Dorothy Baxter love one another and are respectful to one another. I know, radical concept in today’s sitcoms!!

Hazel taught Harold about George Washington, the pledge of allegiance, they go to church, they pray at dinner, they have manners.  When Harold wanted a dog and Mr. Baxter wasn’t sure about it, Hazel knelt by the sofa and prayed.

Their new dog was named, “Smiley.”

Hazel started a club called, “The Sunshine Girls”. The purpose of the club – when other maids in her neighborhood have a big party to prepare for or if a maid is sick, they lend one another a hand.

Hazel tells whom she loves that they are a “Doozy!”

“You’re a doozy Mr. B!”

“Ain’t he a doozy?!”

I watched an episode last night. She was trying to improve her vocabulary. She informed Mr. Baxter that, ” if you want to make the new word yours you have to use it 10 times in the first day.”

Her dilemma – her first new word was octarchy.  Octarchy  – rule by government of eight.

Hazel who would never steer you wrong, had a good tip! So here is my word today in honor of Hazel – Doozy!

Doozy – something that is extremely unusual or special.`

You’re a doozy!

Sastruga – n: a wavelike ridge of hard snow formed by the wind – usually used in plural.

 Now I would have found this word mildly interesting in Oklahoma, but it would have quickly left my memory.  Here in Wisconsin, it seems that it would be an applicable word in my life and surroundings.

 I know there are ravaged sastrugi (plural for sastruga!) in the front yard, in the ¼ mile long driveway I traverse and immediately beyond that driveway the only road I’ve seen thus far that is never plowed in 4 counties.  I’m just sayin…

 This depiction is SOOO close it’s like looking at a picture of me trudging to work.  Let me tell how hard this is to do in cute high heels!!  Yep, sometimes I yodel.  Where did I put my lime green off-to-work hiking hat?

It’s here somewhere…

 Go forth and use sastruga / sasturgi today!