A lot of rumors are spreading concerning my broken tongue. I will finally break the silence and give my side of the story. As some of you know, George and I grew up in Ely, Minnesota. The area is just beautiful, and we still have many close friends from that part of the world. So back when I was just a crumb snatcher, I learned what many would say is a very unique vocabulary, limited to the iron range of Minnesota. Well when I was 23 years old, I promised my friend Gertrude that I would meet her at Stormin' Norman's grocery store to pick up some fresh buzzard for supper. (chicken for you non-iron rangers) Gertrude would be dropped off by her Dad, and I would give her ride back home. It was an average winter day, temps around -10 that afternoon, so a bit cool for a walk home carrying groceries. Well as I was backing out of the drive way, my back tire got caught in the plowed area of snow, and stuck I was. Well those were the days before cell phones, and no way to let my friend Gertrude know of my situation. I was stuck in good, and not getting out till my young husband George would be home from the mine. I felt so bad, unable to keep my word to my friend Gertrude. Up in the iron range, we call that breaking your tongue. But George made more out of that situation claiming I didn't know how to back out of the driveway through a little snow. But if he would have shoveled it out that morning before leaving for work there would not have been any trouble, and I never would have broke my tongue. For I have never broken it since. Thank you for listening to my side of the story.
-Mildred Wilson
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But we thought your husband said your tongue was in a cast! What does that mean??
ReplyDeleteThank you. I will sleep better tonight . :)
ReplyDeleteMrs. McKinley
Wait a minute... what kind of Minnesota-born wife can't shovel her car-at least her BACK TIRE- out????????????????!
ReplyDeleteOh my.....
~Minnesota native
This wasn't the wimpy snow like most of the state gets, this was the real winter of the iron range, the northeast section. So until you have spent some winter up in one of the range cities; such as Ely, Hibbing, Tower, or Virginia, you best not comment about getting your car stuck in deep snow.
ReplyDeleteMildred, that is not what we expected. And George, you have some explaining to do concerning some comments you made previously concerning her tongue in a cast. If these kind of posts continue, we may be forced to drop you from our lists of contributors. Many angry comments were posted that we were not able to publish.
ReplyDeleteIs this some kind of April fools joke. Because if it isn't, my wife and I will take our entries to some other blog, there are plenty of others out there that would desire our literary excellence.
ReplyDeleteName one.
ReplyDeleteAnd by the way George, you almost ran over me last night when I was crossing 95. You and Mildred were just about into the intersection on the red light. Pay better attention, or next time I may have to call the police and give your license plate, and report a driver that is a menace to the roads.
ReplyDeleteDon't get me started Peter.
ReplyDeleteYou folks have it in for Mildred and me. The part about her cast was simply a little joke based on the Ely vocabulary we had used when younger. It means she wasn't speaking to me. So there you have it, now can we be done with all this foolishness, and let us get back to serious matters.
Calm down, uncle George. No need to go ballistic. Just get back into your Mercury Grand Marquis and relax. We like having you around here. All the silly posts that you and Mildred add here.
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