February 1, 2006
Leon Bittick a man who worked for our family as a yardman for almost 20 years died last week. He was almost 90 and insisted on working right up to the end. Leon was a humble man who spoke with a honey-rich East Texas accent untempered by exposure to the outside world. His language indeed the world he lived in is fast dissapearing. A few Leonisms:
Lick by lick, that there cow ate the grindstone (nothing is impossible)
We've howdyed but we ain't shook. ( I know you but we're not friends)
He's studyin' to be a half-wit and I'm afraid he ain't gonna make it
There's something seldom about that ol' boy (the kid is a bit weird)
It's still as a pig a wettin'. (very very quiet)
He'd brag about the number of holes in his outhouse
We used her biscuits to chunk the dog. (bad cook)
He walks too slow to catch a cold.
Oh it was tasty. Tasty as day old lard.
Still as a bowl of spit. (calm)
When she says frog, he jumps. (man run around by his wife)
She buys crutches for lame ducks. (spendthrift)
Figures don't lie, liars sure can figure
That fella would drown a widow woman's hen. (mean)
Talk is cheap, but money buys whiskey.
She's so ugly she has to sneak up on the mirror
What in cornbread hell is going on?