My Uncle Veston was assigned to teach me not only a couple of curse words but the absolute definitive use of them. For all of the three summers or so I worked with him hauling freight I practiced the correct usage, pronunciation, inflection and tone. Uncle Ves would critique my every use of the words until I was I began to be a better curseologist than many old men. Of course my family realized I would adopt these words and resolved that I be well pepared.
I never realized how words (some of which are not even real words) can carry such an extensive meaning. The exact same word can bring a sparkle of humor to someone’s eyes…or…reduce a large man to tears of shame…or…precipitate a magnificent brawl.
I pity poor children who lack a member of their family to initiate them into the finer things of life.