Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Old Friends Are BEST

One of my oldest friends is Moofie Goopie. That isn't her real name, of course, but I still call her that.

See, when you start hangin' with a person when you are nine, You almost STAY nine.

We have been through a lot since then. Housemates, pregnancies, husbands, hobbies, and now grandchildren. She made me the Thanksgiving items shown below and when I get them out every year, I think of her. I hope by the time you are reading this I am giving her a hug!
There is a story about us below the pics.

Ookie Mookie

When I was nine, my friends and I sat up in my tree house and spoke a language we invented, called Ookie Mookie. Actually, we didn’t MAKE it up in its entirety. It just sort of evolved. It started as sort of an “accent” with round vowels and eventually consonants became consonant blends and blends became single consonants. Nicknames for each other expanded into nicknames for familiar things. Soon we had a full-blown language to go along with our little society that existed on South Johnston and 21st and 22nd streets.

By the time I was in the sixth grade, we never spoke to one another in any other language.
I told my self I certainly wouldn’t speak Ookie Mookie when I got into Junior High, as it was childish. I did not want to be childish in junior high, heaven forbid.

However, by the time we were in junior high, we realized we needed Ookie Mookie in order to communicate. There is nothing more important than communicating when one is in junior high, unless it’s being able to communicate without parental involvement or participation.
We even found it necessary to come up with Ookie Mookie words for certain body parts that we were becoming increasingly interested in.

I told myself that when I got into high school, I certainly wouldn’t communicate in Ookie Mookie, as it was childish and I certainly didn’t want to be childish in high school.

By the time we progressed into high school, the language had left the boundaries of our neighborhood and extended to a much larger group of people. Even the guys wanted to learn. Although they tried, they never got past the noun stage. But they were cute! We went on to become more childish than ever. We made up cheers in order to entertain certain adults who found us amusing.
(Hongie-ningie nink!)
And with that we added hand signals to the language. We had signals that went along with words that indicated places.
For example:
“At the grocery store” was an open hand, palm up with the hand rising.
We never said “To” the grocery store-for some reason. We never said “To” anywhere. Always “At.”

By this time we had phrases that described activities and concepts. The evolution was complete.

I’m sure I must have thought somewhere in the recesses of my mind that I certainly wouldn’t speak Ookie Mookie as an adult, but the truth is that every time I talk with my old friends from the tree house days and beyond, we call each other our Ookie Mookie names and our conversations are peppered with phrases and words from our “childish days.” My husband of forty-four years will still answer to his Ookie Mookie name.
There is something magic about people you have loved for decades. They still look like they did when we were nine. Go figure.
Which means…well…nothing, really.


Suzy said...

LOVE that story. My sister and I spent all our summers in France growing up and although so many people didn't understand English, we would falter when we got to people's names.

So I made up Umbo. Umbo was added to the first initial of any French person's name.

One summer we stayed with Fumbo, Mumbo Fumbo and Jumbo Pumbo.

mbkatc230 said...

I love this story Lynne. And you're exactly right, friends from childhood remain that age in our minds forever. As one of my high school friends stated on Facebook recently on a birthday, "I'm glad to see that you and I haven't aged a bit". He was exactly right lol. Hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving. Kathy

Fairy Footprints said...

Your story is wonderful.

God bless

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Vintage Christine said...

We've always done something like this in our family, but we use the "language" mainly to name our cats--Barbara Anna Nina, NuNu, Holly Molly Mu--basically, it's whatever comes out of our mouth as long as it doesn't make any sense. We don't stop there--we named one cat Wungee because when we were trying to tell the laundry guy how to spell our name (Bogs) we said, "No, not two "G"'s--we're the one "G" Bogs" When he handed me the ticket, it was made out to Wungee Boggs. And lalaboodies to youdy, toody!

Lynn said...

Wonderful story Lynn, enjoy your Thanksgiving weekend :)

Claudia said...

What a terrific story, Lynn! I love that you still use that language with each other - it is as if time has stood still and I find that comforting!

Cathy said...

I absolutely love this story! How fun that you still use the language with each other. Sounds like you have some fabulous friends!