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.
- Up, Down, Out, Over the roadIt may be prevalent elsewhere, but one thing Newfoundlander’s know is that distance isn’t measured in miles or kilometers, its measured in time. How far to St. John’s? 2 hours. Gander? Hour and a half. If you don’t do it in those times, then you’re obviously driving too slow. One other thing …
- SensesI’m no poet, but for what its worth, this came to me last night. Hope you like it. Partridgeberry jam by the spoonful from the jam dish: You can taste it. Wood smoke drifts from chimneys in the frosty morn : you can smell it. Dew kissed fence palings on …
- Cold Packing TimeWhen I was a boy, I heard of people canning fish and meat for winter, and I always wondered how they did it. Always wondered how a person at home sealed a tin can. For some reason I never associated our cold packing in bottles with canning. I always …
A little About Me
Some views of Halifax, and an Intro from Me