(Old) Getting Organised in the MMP

I read it here a few years ago too. Born and raised in the Midwest, lived here 60+ of my years but I have never heard it. I think because it’s a regionalism that is in Ohio, Illinois and Indiana which is really the Mideast of America. It’s not the Midwest until you’re west of the Mississippi. Pennsylvania and Ohio calling themselves the Midwest is just silly.

….Thank you! I had heard about this before, but had forgotten about it until I got your message. People in what linguists call the West Midland region do sometimes call green peppers “mangoes” or “mango peppers.” It seems to be most concentrated in Illinois, Indiana, and, like where our caller is from, Ohio.Although it’s occasionally heard in other nearby states too.

The story is that long ago, mangoes seems to have been a term more generally used for fruits that were pickled. And yes, as an aside, peppers are technically fruits, not vegetables.

One theory is that when mangos were first imported from India, they had to be pickled to make the journey, and by association, some people started using the term “mango” to refer to any fruit that was pickled.

A different story uncovered by Indianapolis Star food writer Donna Segal is that in England in the 1700s, “there was a demand for Indian-style pickles like fruit mangos stuffed with spices and kept in a vinegar brine.” But at the time, mangoes had to be grown under glass in England so they weren’t widely available, and cooks began using green bell peppers instead….

From quickanddirtytips website.

Sorry for my rant last night.

I’m going to stop at the office on my way to the store and find out if the manager called them yet. I’m hoping she didn’t call yesterday, as that might mean they’ll stop when she does. The next step is the “knock it off or get evicted” letter, and she says that’s very seldom necessary. I’m definitely pursuing this. I I was reluctant to complain before because I hate to be on bad terms with neighbors, but I’m paying too much rent to continue living with the nightly running of the bulls. Besides, they should want to be on good terms with their neighbors, too.

In my heart of hearts, I’d really like them to just leave.

This afternoon I’m taking Ms. Dog for a long walk. Like almost all dogs, she’s very therapeutic. Free therapy–can’t beat that!

Happy Birthday, Coppertone! Hope you’re able to celebrate after training!

Remember when you were a kid and even on school days, you felt special on your birthday because you brought treats and everyone sang “Happy Birthday”? I think adulthood should be the same, only better. It should be the norm that one wears a birthday hat (but not a birthday suit except under one’s clothes) all day, and strangers wish you a happy birthday, and someone brings treats to work, and everyone on the bus sings “Happy Birthday,” and nothing too taxing or troublesome happens.

If I remember correctly from the thread flyboy mentioned, back in colonial days, mangoes arrived pickled, and then the term “mango” referred to anything pickled except the town drunk. I might have that wrong, though, because surely pickling predated the arrival of mangos. I can’t recall why the term “mango” stuck to green peppers, though, or why it’s still used in some places and not others. Or is it still used among the younger generations? Wouldn’t it get confusing to have both real mangoes and “mango” green peppers in the same produce department?

Gee, I wonder where she got that trait from! :thinking: It’ll be so interesting to see where her brains and talent take her. Engineering? Astrophysics? Medicine? The sky’s the limit (unless it’s astrophysics)!

It’s a VERY nice thing to say! Since she’s not long for this world, it’d be the very sweetest, smoothest, most peaceful way to leave. It’s been a very long road for FCD and you. I can see why he’d be exhausted.

It sure is! Besides, it’s not boring; it’s just…serene.

I suspect you know this, but Ohio & environs were named the Midwest when the USA ended at the Mississippi and white European settlement ended a couple hundred miles further west. At that time St. Louis was a settlement in the Far West. and dragons were expected somewhere near modern Kansas City.

Misleading names now in 2024 for sure. But at the time they were invented in e.g. 1820, they were apt.

I know, I just wanted to kvetch about a pet peeve. All those Indianans trying to poach pride of place from Iowans. Stolen glory.

Perhaps they’re trying to convince themselves that green bell peppers are not in fact horribly vile.

This pretty much describes my photo-taking on just about every vacation I’ve ever been on. I’m too busy actually experiencing things to meticulously document said experiences. No regrets.

There’s been some COVID going around the community, and most people are tracing it to an event last Thursday that the wife and I attended. I’m quite confident we didn’t get it. However, I decided to stay away from today’s Ukulele club gathering, and her from her Tai Chi class, just in case. I saw at least three people from Uke club at the event last week; don’t want to take the chance that anyone is carrying asymptomatically. It’s a slim chance, but my baseball trip starts in four days - that would be terrible timing.

Not much else going on at chéz Wheelz lately. We had a camel spider in the garage a few days ago (don’t click if you’re squeamish about bugs), about 3” long. I shooed it out with a broom, and I think it was mostly dead anyway, since we get the perimeter sprayed twice a month. The bug guy has since been by to shore up the barrier. They’re harmless to humans, but Mrs W was mightily freaked out.

Until all the construction around here calms down, critters are gonna keep getting driven out of their natural habitats and into residential areas (e.g. coyotes, bobcats, rattlesnakes, scorpions). Living in the desert is fun!

Training wasn’t long. The video training fights me a lot, things I can’t view, etc.
Its why I stopped going 6 weeks ago when I was hired. I’m slogging through.
At least I should be paid for my 6 hours I put in this week, pay is next week.
Had more free food.
My friend is taking me out to eat later, no need for cake, I eat that at home every day.
Theres something about the smell of a blown out candle that takes me back to my childhood.
Thank all of you wonderful Mumpers for wishing me a happy one.

Power shutdown around 0700 this morning. The building’s generator kicked on, but that only powers up emergency lighting and one elevator (some folks were trapped in the other one). Turns out that the construction people who are presently tearing up the major artery next to our building hit a buried power line. The city responded quickly and we were back online within a half hour.

Hash browns and eggs after power was restored.

There’s a father’s day celebration today at the Manor, featuring an accordion player. That’s reason enough to stay away. Management labors under the impression that we were all born in 1875 and enjoy nothing more than a rollicking banjo and accordion concert. Maybe it’s a Midwest thing.

In the 5-6 years I dealt with the Home while Late Aged MIL lived there they definitely moved things forwards culturally a bit.

But very definitely they were stuck in time someplace close to the teenhood of the eldest living resident. And being a corporate operation, when they did want to move forward, such as by redecorating or new wallpaper or furniture or … the corporate overlords ensured the budget would be forthcoming a few years later, further keeping them behind the times.

I suppose there are people whose taste in music and entertainment never progressed beyond their own teen-hood. Or has regressed back to there as they’ve declined into their dotage.

But that sure doesn’t seem the best way to keep a crew of 70-somethings lively and as vital as possible for as long as possible. For that I think you’d want to emulate the styles and such from their 50s and 60s, not their 20s at best.

And hooray for your power coming back sooner rather than later. I thought “call before you dig” was one of the basic prereqs for professional road builders. Oops.

There are a goodly number of 80+ types here, and even a couple of 90+, but even so, if you’re 84, you grew up hearing pop and early rock music in your teens. I know polka is a big deal in the Midwest, but more than about five minutes of accordion music makes me stabby. Additionally, most of the people in this building are retired professionals and academics rather than farmers.

OK, maybe I’m mistaken, but aren’t they supposed to contact all utility companies before digging? I know it’s required in Merrylande, but one would think it was merely common sense…

OK, time to order the pizza so Daughter can get it and be here within an hour. Onward!!

Yeah, sounds like somebody in your management is really culturally tin-eared.

MIL lived a couple years in an independent facility in suburban St. Louis before we (and she) moved to Florida. She was a bunch younger then (mid 70s) but in worse shape health-wise. She really chafed at the sheer midwestern-ness of her fellow residents. She was no great liver of big lives nor doer of great deeds herself, but in her telling nearly every woman other than herself had never had a job except farm wife whose farm was somewhere in this county, probably now under a housing tract. In her telling most had never in their lives traveled outside this county were they were born.

Doubtless she was exaggerating, but the provinciality there was palpably strong.

The crowd in Florida was better in her mind: they’d all lived in two places: New York City environs and Florida. :wink:

The county just west of Duval (Jacksonville, FL) is Baker county. FCD worked for a company that had a factory in that county. He was occasionally dispatched there for some engineering chore or another and discovered that there were employees who had never left Baker County and never intended to. Never saw the ocean, fercryinoutloud!

They wanted to send one guy out of state for some kind of training - he said he’d quit first. I just don’t get it…

The stomp-running started up again, so I went to the office right away and came back to update. The manager didn’t get around to calling them yesterday, but she was dialing the phone as a left. (Is it still “dialing” when there are no dials?) I got back and heard what sounded like adult stomping, but it’s quiet up there now. I really, really hope this does it.

If it makes you feel any better, the US Census Bureau divides the Midwest into two parts: the East North Central, which includes Illinois, Indiana, Michigan, Ohio, and Wisconsin; and the West North Central, which includes Iowa, Kansas, Minnesota, Missouri, North Dakota, Nebraska, and South Dakota.

Skip the next part if you don’t want to read me going into history teacher mode. I sure would if I weren’t the one doing the droning.

Actually, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Michigan, and Wisconsin were considered the Northwest Territories back then. After the Louisiana Purchase, what would become Boo’s natal state was part of Louisiana Territory and at first was supposed to be governed by Indiana Territory, but even back then, nobody wanted to be governed by Indianans, so that didn’t last. You can see how Boo got to be such a rebel. :slight_smile:

Tomorrow we’ll watch a fascinating filmstrip, North Dakota: Land of Welk, Land of Wheat.

I can live with this, thank you kindly.

If you only knew….

Same here. Most of these folks are from MN/WI and never really been anywhere else other than perhaps for a vacation. There is one Danish woman here, who was married to a local, and there is a man who lived in Paris for a good part of his life (but he’s stone deaf, so no practicing my French). The usual smattering of missionaries. We are oddities, for sure, so likely out of touch with local likes/preferences. The building manager’s first job was in a slaughter house, so there’s that.

coppertone Happy birthday!!

Perfect. If the manager gets a polite earful every single time you get a earful of feet, she’ll fully appreciate the severity of the situation. Calling once about 3 events is not nearly as effective. I wish you every success.

Jeez woman, show some sensitivity for your audience! Now I’m all triggered. Next time at least use a Hide Details spoiler. :wink: Just kidding.

Actually it’s always interesting (to me) to hear more than my own potted understanding of that area and era. Thank you for the new info.


Still sending critters to their doom, but now with less hurrying. And less moo-ing.

Jeez, that’s kinda awkward. Hope they’re actually a nice person. And yeah, your co-residents sound a lot like Late Aged MIL’s.


These are the folks who are ripe for certain political movements. Their life has had no variety and they like it that way. They’d like it even more if there had been no change either and never will be. Folks promising only to reverse past changes then stop are music to these kinds of ears.

Darn shame.

Howdy Y’all! Major slothage and quality cee-mint pond was had along with a catfish N.O.L. Life continues to be good.

MOOOOOOM perhaps when one is used to the splendor of Macclenny one sees no need to venture farther than Baker County, FL. Yes, I have had doin’s in Baker County and the greater Macclenny metropolitan area.

She’s actually very nice (and easy to look at in a tall, blond Norse way); in fact, all of the staff here are friendly and helpful. And it’s not that cheesy fake or condescending friendly you might expect to find in these sorts of places.

Many of the folks I’ve been talking to lately not only have never been across the country, a few of them have not been out of state. This is very odd to me, Arizona born folks are totally outnumbered by folks who came from somewhere else.

We got our deed in the mail, so now that I have proof of residence, I wanted to get my library card. It seems that the Chapmanville library has pretty limited hours, so I will go there Monday. I was planning on getting my driver’s license changed then as well, but after checking their website learned that I need more than just our deed to prove residency. We’ve put in a change of address and I’ve already been getting mail, I’ll keep the next official looking thing with my name on it and take that when I go.

I don’t want to get my plates changed now. While I do know how to drive on narrow, twisty mountain roads, I do NOT know how to drive on narrow, twisty forest lined mountain roads. It takes a leap of faith to get up to the speed limit when I can’t see what is around me and know for a fact that deer live in the woods. I like to think that folks haven’t been horrible rude about it because they can tell that I’m not from around here. (I do pull over whenever I can, but there aren’t many pulling over places on the roads I’ve been driving and I can’t see them in time to pull over half the time anyhow.)

I also went to the laundromat the next town over and realized that parallel parking is a thing here.

I never learned how to parallel park, I never needed to. Well, I did in Asia, but I was driving matchbox cars over there then AND it was over 40 years ago.

Today I went to look at the river. Folks out this way keep water in their rivers, it is endlessly fascinating to watch. There are picnic tables and trash cans by the bank on one stretch which made me think the public are welcome so I sat at a picnic table and watched the water go by for a while.

And hubs on the phone. Finish later