Wild Hog Talk - School Days

This is the one that never fails to blow my mind.  

I've always heard my parents and all the older folks talk about Omiggy.  Omiggy is where they went to school. They walked barefoot on the frozen ground to get there.  

When I was in high school a distant cousin came to visit. She had moved away and spoke with near proper grammar. She was talking about the good ole days at school. She was referring to Omiggy.  But, she wasn't calling it Omiggy. You ready for this?  It was Omega. OMEGA.  As in oh-may-ga!  O-M-Goodness!  

I must digress. Because...I Cannot Get Over It!  

Wild Hog Talk - An Introduction

Wild Hog (wald hawg)-noun The community of my mother's birth and childhood. Located seven miles east of the town of Millry, Alabama.  Nestled between Mehaphey (me-haff-ee) and Copeland and not far from Dearmon Fork.  

I've heard this talk my entire life.  I imagine it being similar to Appalachia with a south Alabama twang. Even though most of it is hysterical I am in no way making fun of or belittling Wild Hog or any of it's residents or descendants...after all, I am one! 

When my brother brought home his Yankee girlfriend (and I do mean that in the most loving way) from Chicago (sha-CAR-go) I'm sure she had to listen closely and could not believe her ears!  Pardon? Excuse me? What was that?  We had to listen to her equally as hard! I was fascinated!  

Now that I'm older I love the ole-timey banter and hang on my parents' every word...taking in the drawl and oblivious lack of and addition to pronunciation. It's too good not to share.  


I'm fully aware this could apply to any southern community but for the sake of the nostalgia in my head we'll call it Wild Hog Talk.  

Today's Wild Hog lesson focuses on the pronunciation of the word.    


Directly 
-adverb [ter-reck-ly] 
To do immediately.  

I'll go out to the smokehouse directly and check the meat.  

Yes, my parents raised, butchered, processed, and smoked their own pork.  They even rendered lard.  I WISH I had pictures.  You just have to see (and smell) some things to believe...chitlins (chitterlings) and cracklins included. Ugh...I need to go wash my hands and brush my teeth now.  


That's the conclusion of today's lesson.  I'll work on another post "terreckly"!