Before I went to bed last night I thought about slang, throughout the years, it is no wonder at times people can’t unerstand.
My mother would talk to me about sparking and being a flapper whatever that meant, lighting a match? a fish? Sometimes she might be a wet towel. What did she do throw herself in the river. Another expressions was the bees knees. I did not know that bees had knees, and I was truly thankful that she explained those phrases to me.
It is no wonder why at times parents and children have no idea of what another might truly mean. In my 1960’s and a970’s I used sland like groovy, daddy-o, The Man, parking, followed by the 1970’s, “Can you dig it? Catch you on the fly. Communication was the key of actually what I meant. So I learned to do away with words that failed to use true English, that all could understand.
For in teaching, I learned from my students the sland of the days that followed, and asked them to explain it in common language I could understand.
Who invented slang, I guess we all have used it over time to fit in with each group, and it is so amusing to us that we ask what is it you are trying to say?
If you want to be really sure follow a teenager’s conversation on the internet and explain what some truly mean.
I am glad that we are grown up, which somehow amazes me.
I considered myself normal for the age of 12 with a varied amount of interests. There was one thing that I wanted that would make my Christmas complete, a phonograph, which now is obsolete. Oh the thrill of listening to my records in my room to sing along and feel like the artist was in the room with me.
That Christmas there was one large gift from my mom especially for me. My heart beat fast, as the anticipation grew, I ripped the paper so I could finally treasure the gift I had hoped for to behold. Inside the box was an iron. I could not believe it, I gulped and with love and honor I showed my mom my gratitude.
It is so strange how my mother saw right through me. At bed time my mom came in and said, “Linda, I think I made a ridiculous choice for you, all I want is for you to be happy. Tomorrow let’s go exchange it for that phonograph you want.” I learned how much parents want their children to be happy. Music was such a part of my life.
I had a tuba scholarship to go to college, because I loved music. To this day ironing is not my thing, it left a lasting impression. When my daughter took tests before going to Kindergarten I could hear mom laugh from heaven, when my child could not name the picture of an iron, I realized things happen for a purpose. Everything leaves an impression, a preteen’s wishes are never strange.