Do you know the meaning of the word “tump?” Do you use the word “tump?” Have you ever even heard the word “tump?”
Language fascinates me. I love the sounds of words. I love learning new words. I love discovering words that are near and dear to my heart, but unknown in a particular use to even other English speakers!
For instance, a few years back I was traveling alone in Phoenix, AZ. I stopped in to a coffee joint that is known for its gourmet drinks and friendly baristas. (and barristers?) As I stepped inside from the intense summer sun, the guy behind the counter held up his hand to “shush” his co-worker and asked, “Quick, what do you call the wheeled cart that you push around the grocery store?” Without thinking I answered, “a buggy.” Bewildered, he turned to his co-worker who gleefully exclaimed, “See?!!?”
She was from Louisiana. Apparently, buggy is a regional thing. He’d never heard a shopping cart called a buggy before and thought she was pulling his leg! It’s been a buggy all my life.
So I was listening to one of my favorite NPR shows, A Way with Words, and the topic of the word “tump” came up. A Kentucky woman says her Illinois husband swears she and her family made up the word “tump.” Martha, also from Kentucky, validated her claims that, indeed, “tump” is a real word. However, the hosts of the show agreed that is stops in its tracks at the Mason Dixon line. Interesting. I decided then to use “tump” as much as I could this week, as I quite enjoy it. Tump.
I’m a native Texan and Hubs is a Michigander. We often run across words that the other isn’t familiar with, or uses a very different pronunciation. Toque anyone? We don’t have toques in Texas! The “ou” sounds also gives us trouble. (not just because it is a far inferior school) Counter is pronounced very differently in our house. Also, the word “another.” So I’m curious to know how many of y’all know/use “tump!” Comment away!
I went to bed just after 8 pm last night and managed to get in 8 ½ blissful hours of uninterrupted sleep before heading out to run 6 very warm, slow, humid miles this morning. I’m not sure how much longer I can keep up my infantile bedtime. But I’m sure enjoying the extra sleep! Michelle suggested a slightly different route and I’m so glad she did. In running as with vernacular, variety is indeed the spice of life.