I thought I’d start something new this Monday, the first Monday in January, 2013. As an aside, this is the first year that it seems natural to say “twenty thirteen” as opposed to “two thousand thirteen.” I said “two thousand twelve” all last year; it felt awkward somehow to say “twenty twelve.” Maybe it’s because “twelve” is single syllable and “thirteen” is two syllables? I dunno why 2013 would be the line of demarcation, but there it is. For me, anyway. It’s weird, because in the early 1900s no one ever said “one thousand nine hundred” it was always “nineteen oh two” or whatever year it was. But all of us said “two thousand and” whatever year up until, well, for me up until this year. Interesting.
But I digress. I’m hereby declaring that Mondays will now be known at Midlife Chronicles as Monday Word of the Day. I will pick a word and discuss it. We’ll see if I can come up with 52 words that are worth discussing, but at least it will force me to post once a week, yes? Today’s word is “britches”. That’s “britches” With an “r” people. Britches, not bitches. Heh
For some unknown reason in the strangeness that is my brain, this word has been on my mind lately. I love that word. I think that word is adorable. For any of you not from the south or the midwest, you may have no idea what that word means. For the intent of this post, I am referring to the southern slang word “britches.” Not the monkey, not the riding outfit, but the southern slang term for pants. Britches. What a great word.
I think the reason I love this word so much is that my grandparents, who were from Oklahoma and in fact were born in Indian territory which would later become Oklahoma in 1907, used this word all the time. Anytime anyone uses the word “britches” I immediately get a mental image of my grandparents.
Ever since I hit menopause I have developed an odd shape, with too much around my middle. I pretty much have too much weight everywhere, but this spare tire around my abdomen is just disgusting. Finding pants to fit is difficult, and often pants are too big in the waist in order to fit my hips. This means I’m constantly hiking up my “britches”. I need suspenders or a belt, but most dress pants these days don’t come with belt loops and I don’t need anything else bulky around my middle! So I am forever hiking up my “britches.” I think this is why I was thinking of this word this morning, because I got dressed and then had to hike up my pants, which made me think of “too big for your britches” which of course has a different meaning and doesn’t mean that you literally are too big for them!
It is interesting what triggers memories for people, both good ones and bad ones. Sometimes it’s seeing something like a photograph. Sometimes it’s a certain smell. Sometimes it’s the turn of a phrase or a certain word. When I hear the word “britches” I hear my grandma saying to my grandpa, “Eldon, change your britches, we’re going to the store!”
So today I hike up my britches and smile fondly at the memories of my grandparents, who are long gone. I look forward to seeing them in heaven someday, and hopefully I won’t have saggy britches!
Ta ta for now!