I loved my grandaddy's language. It was unique, but very poignant. "'gon hafta LEFT yeah, was much more serious than simply leaving. By the way, my grandfather never asked me to heat his coffee. I had to "hot it". "Dawthur. hot my coffee."
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Highway 49!
Sometimes you have to; "Exit! Stage left". As my grandfather would say; "you 'gon have to left yeah one day!"
I loved my grandaddy's language. It was unique, but very poignant. "'gon hafta LEFT yeah, was much more serious than simply leaving. By the way, my grandfather never asked me to heat his coffee. I had to "hot it". "Dawthur. hot my coffee."
There was no point in correcting him. Who was to say he was wrong anyway? It was just language. Language is communication. And we always communicated well. Sometimes simply with our eyes.
I loved my grandaddy's language. It was unique, but very poignant. "'gon hafta LEFT yeah, was much more serious than simply leaving. By the way, my grandfather never asked me to heat his coffee. I had to "hot it". "Dawthur. hot my coffee."
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