Posted on 02/01/2012 5:19:38 AM PST by tioga
In order that we might all raise the level of discourse and expand our language abilities, here is the daily post of “Word for the Day”.
Encomium
Noun
1. Warm, glowing praise.
2. A formal expression of praise; a tribute.
pl. encomiums or encomia (-m-)
[Latin encmium, from Greek enkmion (epos), (speech) praising a victor, neuter of enkmios, of the victory procession : en-, in; see en-2 + kmos, celebration.]
Rules: Everyone must leave a post using the Word for the Day in a sentence.
The sentence must, in some way, relate to the news of the day.
The Review threads are linked for your edification. ;-)
Practice makes perfect.....post on....
Review Threads:
Review Thread One: Word For The Day, Thursday 11/14/02: Raffish (Be SURE to check out posts #92 and #111 on this thread!)
Review Thread Two: Word For The Day, Tuesday 1/14/03: Roister
Review Thread Three: Word For The Day, Tuesday 1/28/03: Obdurate
bc that is just DANG WEIRD ; )
As far as Mee Maw, XSMommy came up with that one - not me! lol
Yes, my little baby boy will be 21 in just over 2 months!
Pop Pop, yes. I’ve never heard Mom Mom.
Haha - regional things I guess. We were on the east side of PA and every kid I knew had at least one set of grandparents they called Mom Mom and Pop Pop. I had never heard that before then.
My wife was very careful to negotiate these things when we had Sarah. Her mom did not want to be a “Nana” so became “gramma.” So the wife’s side was Gramma and Pappy. Mine were Grammie and Pop Pop.
My Mother is Nana - we don’t have another grandmother in the picture so that is all my children have ever had. The GiGi thing was more of a joke than anything. No children on the way and usually kids decide what they call their grandparents anyway. It kind of falls to the oldest grandchild.
My family got into a similar problem: My parents were always Grandfather Cook and Grandmother Cook to our kids; St Ronnie's were Grannie and Pop. No problems, everybody was happy.
But, when we grew up - though some here would wonder if I ever really did grow up - our oldest had babies anf things suddenly became more compicated. St Ronnie also wanted Grannie though, but I got Grandpa. Our “in-laws-in-grandparenting” choose Nana and Papa, and Jackson and Ainsley grew very comfortable with all the names they used. ... Until St Ronnie's mom came to town.
She knelt down and told Jackson that “My name is Grannie. Come give me a hug.” He jerked away immediately, ran back to Ronnie's knees and hid behind her in shear panic. “No! No! You're not my Grannie! Grannie is my grannie!”
Took a little while to get him calmed down, but he (eventually) agreed that this strange woman could become “Grannie Gail” ... just as long as HIS “Grannie” was going to stay “Grannie” and not be replaced by somebody else.
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