THE OBSERVATION BOOTH
OP / ED & PHOTO CREDIT ANDREA DIALECT
Tell Big Mama & Pop Pop… “Age ain’t nothin’ but a number” may be a bit farfetched these days, especially when those numbers really do equate age. Thus, thank the Good Lord for those who stand fast as keepers of standard, those rams in bushes.
Both done had a makeover sure-nuff. Yet, there are a plenty of them Godly, ethical, and classy traditional older folk out there, but if you don’t know what to look for, you won’t know who you’re looking at.
It’s those little thangs and those now nontraditional things that seem so trivial that are often overlooked that are really big things, and many times, we don’t realize that until they’re gone. To spot them, you’ll need to have an out-of-body experience – act in spirit, not in mind. But no need to fret; for our sake, you might even find a Pop Pop or Big Mama’s chillin’ in spirit in the body of someone two, twelve, or twenty-five when living or life as lessons opts not to discriminate.
I guess in this new age, we, too, must lose the hang-ups about where. How and whom our lessons and guidance come. Such is life. Yet being an excellent example as such indeed has an even bigger impact when Pop Pop and Big Mama’ said it and does it, Andrea says!
THE COLOR OF GRAY
Nothing Makes My Brown Eyes Blue Like…
It was a dead giveaway when noticed on someone else. When seen, it could send me running off into immediate time travel, wearing a Kool-aid smile on my face. The color gray defined everything I wanted to be; it was my aspiration in the flesh!
But lately, when seen, I’m less hasty to run off, and the smile on my face is as typical as cordial gets. There is usually a look of intensity in my eyes as I’m seeking out roots, which are noticeably iffy sometimes. Still, I’m in hopes that the person is naturally refined.
One day, when an address didn’t make locating my destination any easier, I’d come to realize even more so that some are naturally refined and others not. This place was like a maze with darkness hovering above; hastily, those who were non-participants in the less-than-kosher had abandoned me. Which made me leery, soon becoming panicked, and then I saw her.
In a place known to be notorious, her presence was comforting while trailing behind. I felt I could trust her direction. Her hair, which had been finger-raked to the back and loosely held by a child’s hair barrette, earned my highest regard as it shimmered like silver Christmas tinsel beneath the dimly lit streetlights. She wore a pair of pink ballerina flats and blue jeans with large kitty cats printed all over them and held a long-length black wool coat against her frail frame. Her stride was even-paced, and her face looked stern.
When an approaching person would soon startle me, she seemed unmoved. My hastening judgments made me feel bad, until at passing shoulder to shoulder, the two made the ole slip in hand. The loss of respect was as swift as that transaction and their departure.
The color of gray doesn’t necessarily equate to wisdom when the tags of a yellow cab had possibly been of a negative influence. Upon arrival, the attendant was hopeful of my generosity when the person up ahead refused to move; sad indeed.
Logically, this elderly man was beside himself when cutting me off. The body language and facial gestures displayed made it more than clear that the thought of my being ahead, though rightfully so, was unbearable. So, with a mind-boggling performance, he sped past & barricaded the pump. I’d then question the conspicuous beard that extended into a head of gray that had grown so meaningless.
Can color equate when contradiction is worn boldly upon the face of a wide-hipped woman wearing a blue oversized down jacket in a crammed supermarket?
Well, after my being rammed into by a shopping cart several times. In my lingering as cue, I finally felt as if my request had persuaded the child’s escort to insist upon his becoming apologetic. But when stooping overlooking into those curious little eyes, she’d settle her age decrypt hand under his narrow chin, as to be assured of his undivided attention, replying…
“Tell the pretty lady that maybe you don’t feel like saying excuse me!”
I’d question tactic while looking between the gaps of her red-knitted cap. For the roots of those silver strands of hairs that extended from beneath…
It is in instances like these that I ponder thoughts of deep cover. And I’ve become hopeful in my findings because one does have options. Coverage is as accessible as worry itself. It, in fact, can be bought at any local side store, salon, beauty supply, or supermarket. Some even take advantage of the added convenience of a cheap price when that headgear is yanked from the bottom of Joe Schmooze’s dingy Nikey backpack. Change can be temporal or permanent, utilized as deep cover or one’s own fountain of youth. Either way, these alternatives are far less damaging to the observer.
Cause can’t nothin’ turn brown eyes blue, like the misrepresentation of the color of gray!
DO YA KNOW THAT?
Who and why people call their grandpa pop pop?
Papa, the most common nickname in 36 states, took the top spot. Southerners are more likely to use Papaw or Pawpaw and those in Pennsylvania, New Jersey, Maryland, and Delaware tend to go for Pop or Pop Pop. Other favorites include Abuelo or Abuelito, Gramps, Grampy, Poppy, and Grandad.
Why do people call grandpa pops?
Why do some people call their grandad “pops”? People might have been raised with this name or choose to use this name. Or, their grandfather had asked them to call them this name. There are many synonyms For instance, Grandfather, Grandad, Grandpa, Pop or Pops, etc.
Definition of ‘Big Mama’
1. a man’s sweetheart, girlfriend, or wife. 2. a woman regarded as the head of a family.
Where did the term Big Mama come from?
Etymology. The name is derived from the name for the wife of the eldest uncle, who in traditional Chinese families has the responsibility to take care of everyone. Big mamas act quite openly and are not reluctant to admit the fact that they are censoring and why they are doing so.
What does Big Mama mean in the South?
In the South, to be called Big Mama means – at least in my mind – that you are seeing someone who is all about love, and all about being a fierce tiger mama. You hold your family together.
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