Warning
This post contains
bad, foul, filthy and unacceptable language - the words that “will curve your
spine, grow hair on your hands and maybe, even bring us, God help us, peace
without honor.”
This is not a post
for children. Kids, take a hike.
This is also not a
post for those adults who are offended by this type of language. Do
yourself a favor, and go read some of my cute stuff before moral outrage can
kick in.
End of Warning.
Yes, my filing system
needs work.
Anyway, it seems
appropriate to post this one now to commemorate the birth of the namesake and
Great Granddaughter of Johanna – the record holder for the youngest baby
brought Up the Lake, and probably the first baby ever brought Up the Lake
Eighty Five Summers ago.
She popularized the word
“Iffy” describing an in progress poker hand.
Her inflection made it abundantly clear why there are two “F’s” in that
word.
She’s also the person I
learned the lyrics to, “The First Marine he Ate the Beans, Par Le Vous”
from, as well as many
similar useful period words, phrases and poems.
She may be gone, but her
legacy will last forever.
(Parody of “If You’re
Happy and you Know It”
No, there’s no music this
time. Like you really need it.)