OLD SAYINGS

I’m nosey. Yesterday, I was in the grocery store, buying groceries and people watching, when I heard, “Believe me when I tell you, I’m not the storm you want to try and weather.” I stopped, not looking for a fight, but I wanted to hear the response. A clap-back is what they call it today. Sadly, there was no response.

On my ride home, I reminisced about old sayings that made me laugh, over-think and pull out my pen and paper as a child. Here are some of the phrases that I can remember.

“Quiet as it’s kept” was used a lot, but I learned that the statements (so-called secrets) told after that saying was well known to many. “Mama’s baby, Papa’s maybe” is often said today. Who has not heard “A hard head makes a soft behind.” 

“The pot shouldn’t call the kettle black” means you need not criticize someone for the faults you also have. And this one made me think because I was too young when I heard it the first time but knew not to ask what it meant, “A wet pussy and dry purse don’t match.” Sounds raunchy, I know, but I learned later it just means you should not be talking about you broke if you are having sexual relations with a man, he should be taking care of you physically and financially. 

What family does not have “The Black Sheep of the family?” And who has not heard; I have eyes in the back of my head, fix your face, or I’ll fix it for you; I’m not one of your “Lil friends.” Shut the front door, stop letting out the air, I brought you in this world, and I will take you out, every shuteye ain’t sleep, and blind in one eye and can’t see out of the other had me scratching my head when I was young. Last but not least. “Let go and Let GOD.”

I could go on and on, but I would like to hear what old sayings do you remember.

Published by Belinda Gulley Bates

Hi, my name is Belinda. I am an Introvert/Silent Observer with untold stories waiting for a read. I enjoy people watching, reading, road trips, and writing. I smile, laugh, cry, and can be quite bashful when the opportunity presents itself. My mind runs a marathon that has yet to end, and I write to relax and release.

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