" 'Jes 'cause you from Merlin don't mean you can pay no-never-mind to them signs." A Washington, DC cab driver pointed this out to me after my car had been towed on Wisconsin Avenue. The way he said it made it sound like poetry. You can read more about the incident in the post of November 17, 2007. This blog will be about my life in Maryland, where we have lived for over 40 years.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
He's a Cribber.
I've already told you about how much I enjoy the horse ads in The Vendor, a biweekly publication for "plain people." Sometimes the ads mention a horse's pedigree. That means nothing to me, but it's fun to see some of the other details:
"A boy's horse."
"Can take girls to singing."
"Women can drive."
"Not for seniors."
"98 percent traffic-safe-and-sound." (!)
"Shies some at large trucks." (! !)
"He's a cribber."
At the Amish vegetable stand, we asked Mr. Weaver about two descriptions we didn't understand. One was "up-headed." Every buggy horse we'd ever seen certainly looked "up-headed" to us. Mr. Weaver replied that an "up-headed" horse has an especially proud bearing.
Well, then, what's a "cribber?"
"Oh," said Mr. Weaver, "you don't want a cribber. That's a horse with bad habits, almost like an addiction to cigarettes. A cribber is a horse that gnaws the wood in his stall."