This commercial is for Newfoundland tourism, and talks about all the dialects we have back home. I know there’s people I met from back home that I couldn’t understand. And I know out near Port aux Port they speak with french accents, even if they don’t speak french. I also remember my buddy Dave Quinton telling me he met people out there that spoke with french sentence structure. “Throw the baby down over the stairs a bottle” was one such expression.
But we also have more sayings and word usages that are unique, and for most of us we probably don’t even realize it. Not gonna define these, but I’m sure all Newfoundlanders will recognize them, you CFA‘s ask if you want to know!
- I’m gonna give you a klout up the side of the head!
- Poverty, and the devil throwing rocks at it.
- you’re some stunned
- where you longs to?
- your hair is like a birch broom in the fits!
- Now d’wonce
- born tired
- I’m gutfounded!
- Lard dyin! You got the stove on siz, take the side outta her!
- whoever knit you dropped a stitch
- what odds?
- I squat all me chips!
- De arse is gone right outta her
- Caplin weather
- Mauzy old day
- he’s some hard ticket
- you’re gonna get a tannin (thanks Eric)
I know there’s a ton not coming to mind now, I’ll update this one sometimes, and comment on any you remember!
Raised in outport Newfoundland in a town of 65 people, I pursued a post secondary diploma in Information Technology right out of High School.
I’ve always been a geek at heart, but yet I love the rural life I grew up with. Fishing, hunting, camping and the great outdoors are still loves of mine, even if I don’t pursue them as often as I once did. Sports were always a big part of our lives, and I played many (badly) and loved them all.
- Show and TellOne of the things that was common in my community at least during Christmas, was show and tell. This was more for adults than your elementary school show and tell though. But I remember we used to always visit Aunts and Uncles, Cousins, and sometimes just others in the community …
- First JobLast night, I saw John Cleese here in Halifax. And that reminded me, in a round about way, of my first job. In the summer of 1982, the year I graduated high school (last graduating Grade 11 class before grade 12 was introduced) the Random Lions Club got a grant …
- Bare MountainAs you come down over the hill along by the cemetery in Apsey Brook, looking straight ahead and way way down, you’ll see a bare rock face off in the distance. I’m not sure if this has a real name, but I always called it Bare Mountain, and as a …
A little About Me
Some views of Halifax, and an Intro from Me