Along with so many others here, I never heard of Mountain Hoosiers. I only heard about Indiana Hoosiers and I never had any idea what the term referred to. However, I grew up a Georgia Cracker, and I never had any idea what that meant, either. I loved the Atlanta Crackers baseball club, though.

Yes, I remember counting potatoes, but I never really understood it. And we also didn't say potato after 4.

I also just split mine in half. I have never even thought of tearing them into little pieces.

My in-laws say "exter". At least, that is what it sounds like to me. Tim

I used Wildroot Cream Oil when I was a kid in the 50's and 60's. I can still hear the man in the TV commercials calling out, "Wildroot Cream Oil Charlie!" I always liked the way it smelled. The only thing I remember using turpentine for was paint thinner or cleaning oily things.

But, the thing is that the man in your original story was using arrowy as a noun, while the precedents and definitions you found were all using it as an adjective.

I remember these from a long time ago, but I have not had one or even heard about them in years. I wonder why such good things become forgotten?

I am citified on these questions, I guess. I turn the lights on and off, and I pay the power bill or, sometimes, the electricity bill. Tim

Yes, my mother said it all the time. She said it emphatically, too, like she was imitating someone she had heard say it back in her past.

Yes Tipper, that is a small Eastern Fence Lizard, also known as a Swift Lizard - they are very fast runners. They are closely related to the horned toads of the west. I have seen them on the retaining wall at my house. One time I saw one on the top of the wall and trued to move close to it for a better look. I saw it take off, then it was gone. I looked around and saw it about 10 feet up the side of my house, which was about 10 feet away horizontally, too. It seemed to have moved about 20 feet in a split second!

I never use "Y" as a word nor even think about it that way. I think it is a derivative of l33t-speak (pronounced elite-speak) which came into use on the internet several years back. It seems to be a desire to compress all literacy out of writing and reduce everything to the shortest sound alike possible. Bleh!

Yes, Tipper, the official high here in Pelham, AL was 105 yesterday, but it was even hotter in some places in the area. Weather Underground said 108. This is supposed to continue for the next few days. The high for July 4 is predicted to be a crisp, cool 97.

No, Tipper. I try to know and understand as many words as I come across, but "cymling" is totally new, to me.

I have heard of phlox all my life and, other than knowing it was some kind of flower, I never had any idea what it is. Thanks. But, I have been well aware of thrift for many years. In the old South, you would often see houses with banks that dropped sharply to street level covered with the brilliantly colored thrift. I loved seeing them, the color just made me happy. However, I can't remember the last time I saw it. Probably back in the 60's.

Tipper, I can't believe we have had this many responses and no one has yet said that wasps, hornets, and yellowjackets are not bees. Bees are an entirely different type of insect. Anyway, I have several interesting stories I could tell, but I was once stung about 15 times by the same bald face hornet. I was riding my motorcycle and she went up the sleeve of my flannel shirt. The guys I was riding with said they had never seen anyone stop so fast. I dismounted and rolled up my sleeve. Nothing. I fixed my sleeve, got back on my bike and took off. She started stinging me, again. I stopped again, and this time carefully rolled up my sleeve so she wouldn't get tangled in it. She finally flew out. But, that wasn't the end of it. I was standing there in a daze from being stung so many times and, instead of flying away, she hovered in a position about 18 inches from my eyes. Then she would dart at my face and go back to her position. It dawned on me to take a step back away from her and, when I did, she turned around and flew away. To this day, I understand that she was telling me, "I've got some more if you want it!"

Thanks for another interesting post, Tipper. I also have whippoorwills in my back yard at my suburban home in central Alabama. They are always pleasant to listen to.

Yes, I am familiar with all those uses of all. I especially remember frequently using the term "you all" when I was younger, but now I just contract it to "y'all". Maybe that is because I grew up in Ga but have now lived most of my life in Al. And y'all is certainly no worse than the northerners use for the same need, "you guys". That term really grates on my nerves, especially when it's used by a southern kid.

That is a great reflection, Tipper. Thank you.

Yes, what Shirla said. It is a dietary zinc deficiency. The best foods to get more zinc are oysters, beef, crab, pork and chicken, among many others. Also, supplements are available.

I have very loving memories of my Mama. That is what my brothers and I always called her. Of course, her cooking was the best. Fried chicken, biscuits, deviled eggs, so many wonderful things. She would cook everyone a big breakfast, but she almost always just had her toast and coffee. She worked all her life, retiring at age 75. She always had fairly low paying jobs as a secretary or processing clerk in law firms. She got us three boys through college, though. Thank you for being there for us, Mama.

Yes, I remember dancing around May poles when I was a child, back in the 1950's. I haven't thought about it in years.

Yes, Tipper, it is very chilly here in central Alabama with plenty of blackberry flowers, too.

It was so long ago it is hard to remember, but I think it was just June 1 that we were allowed to start going barefoot.

I'm right there with you, Tipper. The only one I knew for sure was "hew out", but I pretty much understood "lay off". I would probably say "lay out", though.

I always called them moths, and I don't believe I've ever heard them called millers. So, I guess I'm a city boy on this one. I had a worse insect in my ear, one time. I was riding my motorcycle when a yellow jacket hit my neck and stayed there. As I was trying to stop, it crawled up under my helmet and into my ear. I was scared to death. I figured if it stung me, I would probably go deaf. I finally got stopped and took off my helmet, still having no idea what to do. The yellow jacket just turned around, crawled back out, and flew away!