Saturday, May 11, 2013

Save-a-Word Saturday

Welcome to Save-a-Word Saturday!
We want to spread our love of old and unusual words by sharing them with other bloggers and thereby saving these precious, wonderful, whirling words from the dusty, lonely corners of the oldest, least-visited vaults of the Word Bank.
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The rules run thusly:

1. Create a lovely blog post that links back to this one. The easiest way to do that would be to grab the code under our pretty Save-a-Word Saturday button. Just copy and paste it into the HTML part of your blog.

2. Pick an old word you want to save from extinction to feature in your blog post. It really must be an old word, not just a big one. We are trying to save lovely archaisms, not ugly giants (for example, "Dihydrogen Monoxide" is not an acceptable choice). Luciferous Logolepsy is a great database of lovely words if you're having trouble coming up with something on your own.

3. Provide a definition of your word. Use your word in a sentence (or even a short paragraph) vaguely related to the theme we have chosen this week. You may also add visual or musical interpretations of your word or your sentence. In fact, add anything that moves your creative spirit.

4. Add your post to the linky list below (it's down there somewhere). Then hop to as many other blogs as you can in search of as many wonderful words as possible!

5. Use as many of the words as you can on the people in your life. Do leave us a note or add something to your own post to let us all know what wonderful old word you whipped out to befuddle your friends and relations.



This week's theme is:
Scorpions
Our word this week (culled from @OED's Twitter stream) is:

frescade, noun
a cool walk; a shady alley

And our sentences are:

        An archway of  dewy bushes covered the frescade.  The well-packed dirt stretched a bit into the distance and curved out of sight.
        The little girl leaned on the leg beside her and whispered, "Are there scorpions down there, Mama?"
        "No, honey."
        "Jonny told me there were scorpions," she said, giving her little white sandals a round-eyed glance.
        "Well, he lied," said her mother, scooping her into her arms.  "But I'll carry you anyway." 

Next week's theme:  Exhaustion.

Just one more note, if you could please try to make sure that your LinkyList Link links to your Save-a-Word Saturday post and not just to your entire blog we would appreciate it. It makes it a little harder to put the words into the word horde when we have to go through your archives to find them. Thanks!
 

4 comments:

  1. Frescade is a great word...sounds like a fizzy beverage! (Probably because it sounds like Fresca, =3)

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  2. The words sounds refreshing, to me -- as a cool, shady walk would be, on a sweltering day... particularly when there's no menace of scorpions to worry about!

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  3. Nice word and writing. You get a good feel for the characters in such a short piece. Brave souls. Writer’s Mark

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