“I wear my soap-lock on my forehead and play sackbut in a marching band!” How totally awesome is that for an answer when somebody asks what you do?
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I did not know it until I read your post but I have needed a sackbut in my life. Just the sound of it thrills!
KM
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Now that’s one I’ve never heard before. I can’t imagine it is still in popular use?
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Didn’t we call those spit curls in the old days?
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‘there was a little girl, who had a curl, right in the middle of her forehead…’ 🙂
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Erg, marymtf, hoped everyone had forgotten that one. My mom used to say it to me all the time–the second half, especially.
Grandmalin, one of my favorite memories involving one of my sons was an evening when he and I went through the dictionary choosing words for each other and inventing our own definitions for them. Ours were far superior to those on the written pages.
Surely, for “sackbut”, either of us would have come up with something far more creative than a mere horn. Perhaps a burlap tube–it WOULD be a sack, but everything you put in falls out. And soap-lock? Post-zombie-apocalypse, soap-locks will be vital, soap being a prized trade commodity highly subject to theft. Even zombies like to feel fresh at times.
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