How can it be December already?
It was carved pumpkins, then pumpkin pie, and now we are readying for Christmas trees, dreidels, and multi-color candles.
December brings one of my favorite memories with it. When my daughter was little, no more than four, and attending nursery school, songs of the season were a big deal and one of her favorite school activities. “Dreidel, dreidel, dreidal, I made it out of clay…” became a standard in our house even though we are not Jewish. But my favorite memory from this time is when she asked, “Can I have a dreidal for Christmas?” It was so wonderful, and was a hit with several of my Jewish friends from work.
All the mixings of my life have been wonderful, and that is what I try to hang on to at this time of year.
No matter whether we are preparing for marvelous gatherings for the Holidays or settling in for enjoying the memories of Christmases past, we can make the the most of the upcoming season. It is difficult for many, but it can be done.
Sometimes I focus on an orthogonal element of my family’ history when I become too sad over times and people gone into history. What do I mean by this? Though Sojourner Truth is not in my family tree, I often think of her at Christmas-time.
Christmas was one of the times my father would expound upon family history and the homestead at Hill Lake, north of the town of Silver Lake, in Kosciusko County, Indiana (Yes, that same Kosciusco County as in American Gods,) and stories about my great, great, grandfather John M. Hill and his multiple army enlistments, his wounding in service of the Union Army, and his participation in the Battle of Gettysberg were often subjects recounted. Stories from the 1800s seemed nuanced and real even though my dad, born in 1915, heard them second hand.
I was born in Indiana where my family had lived since the 1840s. By the time the divisions over abolition of slavery were headed toward war, in the late 1850s, Indiana was four decades into the ban of new slavery as the freeing of all slaves had been accomplished in 1820, four years after being granted statehood.
The Boston Liberator reported on October 15, 1858: “At her third appointed meeting in this vicinity, which was held in the meeting-house of the United Brethren, a large number of Democrats and other pro-slavery persons were present.”
This vicinity was Northeastern Indiana. The United Brethren meeting house was in Silverlake, Indiana. This group became EUB which was the church of my father’s family.
I always envisioned my family being in the supportive audience there, the progressive community which Republican at the time, that had invited her to speak during her anti-slavery tour. My father was quite politically progressive, it appears that this tendency could be traced back several generations.
Christmas, “Ain’t I a woman,” family stories, and political history; my holiday memories contain it all. What are your unlikely holiday associations?
Never Had a Yacht, Never Will Have a Yacht: Musings on the Letter Y
“Yacht” is a status word, vessel, and club. Yachts serve as the secret X-ray decoder rings for the upper class in our society. I wonder if it is related to the word “yah?”
yah 1 |yä|
nounBrit. informal
an upper-class person: the cafe is full of yahs whose daddies own chateaux in France.
ORIGIN representation of a pronunciation of ‘yes’ in British upper-class speech.
yah 2 |yä, ya|
exclam.
expressing derision: yah, you missed!
ORIGIN natural exclamation: first recorded in English in the early 17th cent.
Please hang in with me through this paragraph and allow me to let you in on a little secret: if you cannot afford to have a yacht then you cannot afford to be a Republican in today’s Republican party. There, I did it, I got political. Sorry. I have been a life-long Democrat because Dad taught me how to think, and I think about things from a Democratic perspective. Had my dad been a Republican, there would have been a much greater chance that I would have turned out to be a Republican. This is the unfortunate part of politics in America. We too often blindly adopt views because those we care about have those views. I encourage everyone to look at the issues, find out the facts, and then make your own determination about political positions that issue that make sense from both short and long term perspectives. I wrote a post earlier this month for the day that covered the letter ” M,” that talked about the importance of fact finding and fact checking.
I do some of my best writing when I allow my mind to wander and just yammer on.
yammer |ˈyamər|
noun informal or dialect
loud and sustained or repetitive noise: the yammer of their animated conversation | the yammer of enemy fire.
verb [ no obj. ] informal or dialect
make a loud repetitive noise.
• talk volubly.
DERIVATIVES
yammerer noun
ORIGIN late Middle English (as a verb meaning ‘lament, cry out’): alteration of earlier yomer (from Old English geōmrian ‘to lament’) suggested by Middle Dutch jammeren .
That way I can work in almost anything and go on and on until another inspiration strikes. I live for inspiration. I love the little click it makes when it turns on the light bulb over my head. That is sort of like when I realized I could write about “Y’all,” and “All Y’all.” Being as I’m a Yankee, I had a lot to learn about the dialects of the South according to Hubby who spent the first few years of his life and every summer from when he started school until he was in High School in Tennessee. Seems according to colloquial standards y’all is singular, and all y’all is plural and proper usage requires this knowledge. This is often misunderstood:
y’all |yôl|
contraction
you-all.
you-all |ˈyo͞o ˌôl, yôl|(also y’all )
pronoun dialect
(in the southern US) you (used to refer to more than one person): how are you-all?
What this definition, and I get my definitions from the Apple Dictionary that is I believe is based upon the Oxford American Dictionary, does not understand is that y’all can refer to a single person or a very small group of people as contrasted with a large group of people that may be made up of other groups. I love this stuff! Language is soooo cool.
Sometimes language causes me problems though. I cannot keep the words yay, yeah, and yea straight when it comes to written language. I wonder what this says about me neurologically? Hmmm. Anyway, I digress. Somewhere along the line someone told me that the positive exclamation was spelled yeah. I thought the person meant when that when you say, “Yay! Rah! Ziff Boom Bah!” that it was spelled y-e-a-h. It is not.
I think what the person intended to tell me, was that when you intend to make a very informal declaration of positive emotion where you would use the word, yes, if you were using completely proper English, you use the word yeah that has two proper pronounciations:
yeah |ye(ə), ya(ə)|(also yeh )
exclam.& noun
nonstandard spelling of yes, representing informal pronunciation.
An example of this usage would be: He said, as he placed the cards on the table, fanning the winning hand out for all to see, “Yeah, I think this tops your three of a kind.
The word “yea” comes into my mixed up mix of confusion because, visually, it has more similarity with “yeah” than “yay” in my mind’s eye.
yea 1 |yā|
adverb archaic or formal
yes: she has the right to say yea or nay.
• used for emphasis, esp. to introduce a stronger or more accurate word than one just used: he was full, yea, crammed with anxieties.
noun archaic or formal
an affirmative answer: the assembly would give the final yea or nay.
• (in the US Congress) an affirmative vote.
ORIGIN Old English gēa, gē, of Germanic origin; related to Dutch and German ja .
yea 2 |yā|
adverb
variant spelling of yay2.
yay 2 |yā|(also yea )
adverb informal
(with adjectives of measure) so; to this extent: I knew him when he was yay big.
ORIGIN 1960s: probably a variant of the adverb yea1.
But it sounds just like “yay” but without the emphasis. And that of course is not to be confused with “yay” used as a synomym for the word “so.” Now do I have you confused? Sorry. I’ve always wanted to write about this so as to have a written piece to which I may refer when I get confused about it with all the homonyms and homophones, which I still sometimes do. Believe me, when you over-think things like I do, confusion is the modus operandi.
And this discussion doesn’t even bring the confusion Lil Jon brought into the mix, for white folks of my age via Chappelle (who is a genius!), with “Yay-ahh!”
Oh, and by the way, if you routinely used to watch the Chappelle Show, or use the contraction “y’all” you probably should not vote Republican if you want to vote in your own best interest.
Have a nice flight… er… I mean day!