My Sister in Law sent me the nicest note of encouragement recently regarding my writing and posting. She said she looked forward to reading them every day and she thought my Dad would be proud of how I was using my words. Her phrasing made me smile instantly. It was such the thing for a Mom of 4 to say and I could hear her saying it to one of her kids whilst they stumbled for the words that weren’t coming as fast as their developing little minds were wanting them to.
But the phrase “use your words” got me thinking. I’ve always been a geek when it comes to language, at least in my adult life. Scholastically not so much, in fact I even misspelled surgeon in a spelling test, not so good for the daughter of such a man. But as an adult, with a voracious appetite for reading, some of that language sunk in. To the point I became something of a collector of words. Using them in a sentence correctly alway gave me a bit of a thrill. I am the kind of person that actually uses the word harridan, proclivity and as evidenced by the previous sentence, voracious. Not in an intellectually snobby way at all. Finding new words was a treasure to be unearthed with glee. The English language is endowed with wonderful words that seldom get taken out and dusted off. Crossword puzzles were a great source of new material. It became something wonderful to share with my Dad, the English major turned surgeon, and when he consulted me on a french word or phrase that he was unfamiliar with, a great source of pride.
I think these postings are a way to continue the conversation with my Dad, something I am no longer able to do. I am able to craft a story and a message I think he would be happy to read as my SIL (our acronym for sister-in-law) pointed out. I continue my hunt everyday for new words and thoughts and take an immense amount of pleasure in each post. S-U-R-G-E-O-N. Never forget that one!
Use your words.