It’s all in the past but SO many questions

Genealogy is often overlooked and taken for granted… It’s in the past, it’s boring, it’s a world of black and white, all two dimensional, with only lists of names, births/deaths/marriages, and in many cases, not a face to put with any of them.

All, true, which is why I want to meet them, face-to-face. Talk to them, what interested them, what made them laugh, what made them get out of a freezing cold bed every day and keep pressing forward for the better of the family. Why? Why? Why? I have questions that need answers damn it! The future won’t help me with that.

‘Only from the past can we change the future’

Even if I was not able to return to modern times, I would leave notes and messages for future generations, the pitfalls to avoid, and the message of strength and faith that they will make the right decisions and carry on the name with pride.

One-Way StreetDaily Prompt

Congrats! You’re the owner of a new time machine. The catch? It comes in two models, each traveling one way only: the past OR the future. Which do you choose, and why?

You’re in Boston baby, good luck to ya

There is not enough time to get you up to speed to understand all of the nuances of Boston. So I will just concentrate on the verbiage you will hear on the street as you are lost wondering the streets because the signage completely sucks. Even the natives get lost because you never know where you are or all the new construction popping up that detours you into a one way, going the wrong way (of course).

*DO NOT ask someone a random person or bartender to repeat the phrase – Pahk the cah in Harhvad yad, (park the car in Harvard yard). We get it, we only have 25 letters in the alphabet. You talk funny to us and we don’t bring it up. And don’t try talking like you have a Boston accent, we can tell you are trying and no, it’s not working for you. If you think I have an attitude, please read my early post on Boston and it explains it all.

bang – to make a left turn (often, “bang a left”; also used often as “bang a U-ie” – make a U turn); sometimes used interchangeably with hang

barrel – trash can

The Basement – Filene’s Basement, a department store in Downtown Crossing, This store does not exist any more but many people still use it as a landmark

Beantown – Boston (never used by Bostonians unless we are making fun of visitors. If you want to blend, do not ever use it)

breakdown lane – right margin or shoulder on highways used for broken down vehicles.

bubbler [pron. bubblah] – water fountain, drinking fountain

The Cape – Cape Cod (there is a Cape Ann but when you hear some one say they ‘went to the Cape’ they are referring to Cape Cod. Cape Ann is just as beautiful)

chowdah [chowder] – New England clam chowder, or occasionally fish chowder. There is no other chowdah, so if you want that red Manhattan stuff, don’t even bother coming here.

The Common – Boston Common. There is only one Common. If you are getting directions, don’t ask, which one. We will give a big sigh and begrudgingly give you the rest of the directions, and may be not the correct ones. Just the way it is.

frappe [pron. frap] – a milkshake; the term milkshake has a separate use. Frappe and milkshake cannot be used interchangeably. Milkshakes are flavored milk of a sort, frappes are super thick with icecream and rock. Try sucking one through a straw and get back to me on your headache.

The Gahden – a reference to the Boston Garden or the TD Banknorth Garden, home of the Boston Celtics and the Boston Bruins.

grinder [pron. “grind-ah”] – A submarine sandwich or Hoagie for you in the Philly area. Some insist that a grinder is toasted, while a sub is not.

Hoodsie  – A small cup of vanilla and chocolate ice-cream from the HP Hood Company. Eaten with a thin wooden spoon that comes with the Hoodsie. Beware the splintered tongue.

Massholes – derogatory term for residents of Massachusetts, especially of Boston drivers (popular in New Hampshire). Yes, I am a Masshole. I will admit it, a little proud of it too.

“No suh!” [No sir, compare “no sirree”] – “No way!”. The appropriate response is “Ya huh!”

packie (also package store) – liquor store. Back in the day, we called it a packie because laws prohibit walking in public with an alcoholic beverage in plain view and a bag was required.

The Pike – the Massachusetts Turnpike, also the Mass Pike

pissa – cool, good: “You hit the Lottery? That’s pissa man.”; less commonly it can be used instead of pissed to mean drunk: “I had ten beers last night. I was wicked pissa!”

Salt and Pepper Bridge – Longfellow Bridge. Yes it is a longer to say Salt and Pepper Bridge but if you saw it, you would too. Look it up.

sketchy – A term used, most often by teenagers, referring to something strange or out of place (such as a suspicious person).

skally – a driving cap or an cap that has snap button front.

So don’t I – pleonasm, used to agree with a statement; a replacement for “me too”; (“I like the Red Sox.” “So don’t I.”) I would be shocked to find out that other places do not use this term. Please comment.

Southie – South Boston; also used for residents of the area. Not to be confused with the actual South Boston, two different places, go figure.

spa – neighborhood shop that sells groceries, soda fountain drinks, sandwiches. A mini mart of sort but owned by a family not a chain.

The T – the Massachusetts Bay Transportation Authority; also used for services run by the MBTA, particularly the Subway. Taken from the MBTA’s logo, a block-letter T within a circle.

townie – In the strictest sense, a resident of Charlestown, Massachusetts; I do not recommend you using this term unless you are from the area. You may get your butt handed to you.

triple decker – a three-story, three-family house, also called a “three decker”.

The Vineyard – Martha’s Vineyard

wicked – very; or occasionally cool. Used indiscriminately, can modify anything (e.g.: “Wicked good.” “Wicked bad.” “Wicked boring.”, etc.). Almost always used as an adverb, rather than an adjective; some Bostonians feel it is grammatically improper not to put an adjective or verb after “wicked”.

wicked pissa – awesome, very cool

The above are excerpts from the online dictionary http://www.aboutlanguageschools.com/slang/boston-slang.asp because I didn’t want to overlook any but I am sure there are plenty more to list.

Did I miss some? If you are from town or visited and need clarification, please ask.

Coming to Boston? I wish you luck. Say good bye to your family you may end up in Canada.

Welcome, Stranger

Think about the town where you currently live: its local customs, traditions, and hangouts, its slang. What would be the strangest thing about this place for a first-time visitor? Daily Post

I’m good enough, smart enough….

Not unlike Stuart Smalley, “I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and doggone it, people like me” seems to resonate.

I have different type of mantra, something to the likes of; I can do this, shake it off-shake it off, suck it up and move on, it is not the end of the world….with a sprinkle of, shaking the hands to keep circulation flowing, and possibly pacing in circles, it can be quite a show I imagine.

For some, sleep seems to be an issue, but I am one of those annoying people that sleeps though the zombie apocalypse and then some.

Big Day Ahead

It’s the night before an important event: a big exam, a major presentation, your wedding. How do you calm your nerves in preparation for the big day?

Shine from the inside

I found a way, to steal the sun from the sky… Long live that day that I decided to fly from the inside (Shinedown)

Howl at the Moon “Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.” — Allen Ginsberg Do you follow Ginsberg’s advice — in your writing and/or in your everyday life?

I also connect the Allen Ginsberg to another saying –

Dance like there is nobody watching

Love like you will never get hurt

Sing like there is nobody listening

Live like the it’s heaven on earth

And speak from the heart to be heard (William W. Purkey)

It is difficult to remember in this fast paced world, but there are often times I do break out, embrace the ‘inner moonlight’ the ‘dance like there is nobody watching’ embrace the freedom of judgment from others – it is an amazing feeling – as close to flying as I can get.

I missed my New England autumn

This year experiencing the New England autumn is more flavorful than years past. Why? Well as the old adage states, be careful what you wish for, had come true; I took a vacation to the beach, only it was so beyond hot it was not fully enjoyable (it’s the beach, it didn’t suck). I longed for the cool nights, cracking a window and piling on the blankets, the shades and hues of colored leaves that only Mother Nature can create, the pumpkin spiced everything (whether it needs it or not), and the comfort foods I love to make in the kitchen which is not used in the summer because it’s just too damn hot.

I am very happy to be back, the hour drive to work getting cut off, swearing at almost every driver that goes by and then cuts me off, even the rain today cannot bring me down, because of the colors…. the amazingly beautiful colors….I wish you could see them now.

Ready, Set, Done

Our weekly free-write is back: take ten minutes — no pauses! — to write about anything, unfiltered and unedited. You can then publish the post as-is, or edit a bit first — your call.

Caribbean music awaits me

Vacation, vacation, this question of the day arrived on a wonderful day as I am gearing up to leave on vaca and put work and all the stress behind me. Although I would love to be greeted with a warm sun, big waves, and a drink with an umbrella, I will be just as satisfied if there are gentle rains everyday.

We are headed to the ‘islands’ and although it can be a difficult time of year scheduling around the hurricanes, I have my fingers crossed they will skirt us and we will have 7 days of relaxation. Best case scenario, swimming, snorkeling, and lots of dancing at night. I am not a casino person so can skip that portion of the evening. Just let me strap on my high heel sandals and look out steel drummers – no really look out because I am sort of clumsy and you don’t want me anywhere near you!

Worst case scenario, well a hurricane, but hey, it would be exciting anyway! Hmm maybe I should brush up on my Spanish for ‘run its a hurricane’…

  • Ready, Set, Done

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Say your name

I follow quite a few different blogs to inspire me and hand me a question for which to write and today’s question made me pause. “Say your name”. Sounds simple enough. The assignment is to edit your name and tag line, but I can’t and ultimately I won’t.

When I was young, and for many, many years, I disliked my name so much. Most people could not pronounce it so it became a nuisance to the point of not even correcting them. Others, who were much older, would recall an actress by the same name well before I was born and I didn’t care who she was for I was bored with the same story over and over.

My parents were very clear on how I received this name for it was not a whim, in fact, it was an all out brawl between my mother, her sisters, and ultimately my father stepped in and took control. You see, this is not a family name, nor was it the first choice. Giselle is the name of a ballet, beautiful, tragic, complex, with music that ebbs and flows and all the time while watching or listening to it, you are transported to another place. Wow that is so much to live up to, yes? On the same note (pardon the pun) it is also an amazing story which will stay with me as long as I can tell it.

More specifically, after my parents brought me home from the hospital with no name, my mother gave it her all and stuck to her guns and told everyone, her name will be Eugenie (and you though Giselle was a mouthful, right?) As a woman from a family of eight siblings, the sisters all voiced their concerns, mainly the relentless teasing from all the children in school and the community. After several days, my father came home from his long day of work to hear the ballet playing on the stereo. The rest is history.

In recent years something magical happened; I grew into the name, embraced it, became one of a kind. Although many people still mispronounce it, I don’t care because I know chances of them meeting another Giselle in person are slim.

So you see, I cannot change SimplyGiselle because that is exactly who I am, SimplyGiselle…no more, no less, and I have the story to prove it.

Say your name

THE future vs YOUR future is the difference

Advantage of Foresight

You’ve been granted the power to predict the future! The catch — each time you use your power, it costs you one day (as in, you’ll live one day less). How would you use this power, it at all?

First and foremost, the question is to predict THE future not YOUR future which makes a huge difference. Now not only can I foresee what may happen to me, but my loved ones (as few a number as that is), their loved ones, murders, pandemics, animal slaughters, the list goes on and on. If I have the ability to filter through each event costing me the one day of my life, the guilt of at least not trying would be so overwhelming. I would rather die earlier using the power than live with the guilt of not even trying; knowing I could have prevented my daughter, my family, millions of people, from the pain, the horror, etc. of the situation.

That being said, if all I could predict was my own future, than simply ‘no thanks’. I will gladly be in the same situation I am now; moving forward on a daily basis in my blessed stupor.