Yumpin Yiminy

The senior women of my Midwestern tribe tend toward lightness in language. This has the effect of living happy, which isn’t altogether true but in some ways, it is.

Among their words I have some favorites:

Jumpin’ Jiminiy or its Scandinavian variation, Yumpin’ Yiminy.
Holy Mackerel.
Hunkey Dorey.
Well, I’ll be darned.
Well, I never.
She’s a looker, or its gender variation, He’s a looker.
In a pickle.
Cute as a button.
Well, that’s a new one on me.

Some of their words are out of style, but they ignore that so I do, too:

Grouch or Grouchy.
The cat’s meow.

About Mrs. Fitz

Hello! I'm Michele Fitzpatrick, a Chicago writer. Like our town, a work in progress. As a journalist, teacher and writing coach I think all of us live our stories and sharing them creates moments that remind us we're connected. And that is enough.
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