The other night at a church fellowship dinner, I heard some dishes crash to the kitchen floor and I reflexively said to the rest of my table at large: Yours fell!
That’s what we say in my family when someone drops a dish or spills something while serving, or while cleaning up. It came from my great-grandmother Emily Peterson Dollar AKA Grandma Dollar, who for all I know, got the saying from someone else.
Thanks to her I eagerly await the day when someone with a foreign accent asks me if I’m “finish” with my dinner. I’ll bat my eyes and say, I’m not Finnish, I’m Danish.
Mulling over the menu choices I’ll wait for my dining partner to ask, What’re you going to have? And I’ll say, Oh, I dunno, donut holes with gravy I guess. That saying comes from a time when a donut hole referred only to the air inside the donut ring.
“She got all gult because she overheard me calling her a nosey Larson.” Was there a real Larson who came to grief for want of minding his or her own business? Is this saying common in the same sense that people call a feud a case of Hatfields and McCoys?
Similarly, when something’s not straight, have you ever heard that it’s leaning toward Fisher’s fence? Grandma Dollar used to say that.
Want some coffee, dearest? Just a swaller, Mr. Dollar.