Heritage Notes – Gomin’, Warsh, and Subtitles

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Today I’m proud to bring you Mama’s third installment of Heritage Hints and Notes. I know you’ll enjoy it as much as I did. We’d love to hear from you in the comments below and be sure to check out her other Heritage posts by clicking here. Gratefully, Christy


  I come from a long line of proud, hard-working country people, and despite what you might see on television from time to time or hear about ever now and then, we country people are definitely not stupid or ignorant. My ancestors may have talked differently from others but they were soft spoken gentle people.

A while back, I happened upon a documentary on Appalachian people. I try not to call Christy when these are on because more often than not they subtitle folks as they talk and nothing gets her riled faster than seeing Southerners subtitled…

This particular documentary really stood out to me, though, because I recognized a lot of phrases used by my grandparents, phrases that I’m often corrected on nowadays because folks simply don’t understand them. As it turns out, the words make perfect sense (and always have), it’s just that they were somewhat foreig – what things were called in England and Scotland years earlier and passed down generation by generation.

A prime example is a phrase I’ve heard all of my life. My grandmother (Lela) always complained that we kids were “A messin’ and a gomin’ ”.  I always wondered what “goming” was.  A man on the documentary explained that goming was making a real mess or being messy.  Brings to mind how we were always in the kitchen fixing us a snack and leaving a mess behind-“goming”.

My grandmother “toted stuff in a paper poke”.  Translated that means carrying things in a paper sack.  Times were hard and my grandmother carefully folded her used paper pokes to be reused whenever she got any.  They were reused until they were soft and floppy.  Unknowingly she was practicing saving the earth. Country folk recycled long before it was popular.  Every now and then I toss a plastic throwaway container in the trash and I can’t help but pause to think of how my grandmother would have loved and cherished something as simple as a plastic container.

Country people rose with the dawn, worked the fields all day, raised all their own food, and preserved it to feed their families through the winter.  They made every piece of clothing their family had and even recycled outgrown clothing into clothes for younger children or quilts to provide warmth on long winter nights.  Nothing was wasted.  Every scrap, thread, and piece of string was valued and saved.

I am often corrected for saying “warsh” instead of wash. Christy tells me that her kids have told her she is supposed to pronounce her father’s title “Da-dee” instead of “Deh-dee”.  We aren’t supposed to say ain’t, pokes, “coo-pun” instead of q-pon and the likes. Often, I am torn between using what I know as proper grammar and holding on to the speech and values of my beloved ancestors.  It feels as if I am turning my back on them if I change my ways.  On the other hand, if I don’t I am perceived as backwards or uneducated. Many a Southerner (or folks from any region with a specific dialect for that matter) struggle with these same feelings.

From my ancestors, I have learned values, how to work hard, and integrity that no school could ever teach.  Just like Northerners speak differently, so do I and I will continue to do so. I am proud to be from great loving hardworking stock.  I can never turn my back on my heritage but I will try to tone down the “ain’t” at school assemblies for my grandkids as long as they’ll sit and listen to my stories of the people they come from – I figure that is a fair trade off. It is my hope to pass on the integrity with which my ancestors lived every day.  I may sound more like them than future generations will, but I only hope I can be half the person that they were.


When asking my Mother what should I do in a sticky situation, she would answer…

“In your heart of hearts you already know the answer. You just have to listen to your heart.”

~Advice from Dawn Tierney’s mother that Dawn submitted on our Give a Penny Page.

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  1. Never be ashamed of your accent. I am from South Georgia and people laugh at me all the time. I just tell them that “God talks the way we talk”! One woman at work is from the north and she ask me all the time what does that phrase mean when I say something that I have heard all my life. I have wonderful memories and being raised on the farm and I never want to forget that life. When I was in college I had a professor who called on me every day. I asked her after class one day why she always did that and she said “I love to hear you talk!” Keep it up!

  2. I remember my grandmother saying words like step-ins (we call them panties now), shift-a-robe (which I think was a chest of drawers), poke (meaning a paper bag), bubbler (water fountain), divan (a couch or sofa), oh so many wonderful memories these words bring back. I’m from Chattanooga, TN and miss those good old days and good old times we had. I lived in Chattanooga for 20 years, go back to visit every few years and when I get back and start talking with friends and relatives, I begin to talk so different I can hardly understand what I’m saying!

  3. I love the fact that your mother still uses the ‘old’ language…I too was raised with little phrases and words from both sides of the family (that were also country folk)…tell her to keep on talking and honoring those that came before us…if people think she’s ‘backwards’ then they need to go to their local school boards, ’cause the kids that are in school are NOT being taught proper grammer, or spelling or penmanship like they were way back then. I like the way the country folk talk, I remember as a child my mother coming in to wake us up in the mornin’ saying ‘Rise and shine, it’s daylight in the swamp’…lol, I always thought she was actually referring to the swamp across the way…we lived in the country on a lake, and we were on the ‘swamp’ end of the lake…

  4. My mother gathered eggs and veggies by making a fold in her apron and putting the items in fold (of apron). This served the purpose of not carrying a bucket or container..Precious memories..
    Geneva

  5. I, too am from East Tn – just outside Knoxville, to be exact. However, I have lived in a military town in Southeast GA for the past 26 years and everyone that I come in contact with want to know where I am originally from and where my accent is from. I love being from East Tn, love my heritage and I, too, am from hard-working farm people from England, Scotland and Wales. I love the work ethic, faith and the Kings English that I am familiar with!

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