@plainoldme,
Quote:If she did indeed fall on my sidewalk in April and broke her knee, how did she get home? Her husband doesn't look healthy enough nor strong enough to get her home. How does a woman with a broken knee walk? Did he leave her on the sidewalk and go home for the car? Wouldn't someone have noticed her lying on the ground?
Ah-hah! That's a very good point.
In terms of the 'poor, white trash' thing - my mother used to admonish us kids not to act like 'poor white trash' when we were playing outside in the upscale suburban New Jersey neighborhood we'd moved to when my dad was transferred from the regional office down south to the big office in Manhattan.
I think she was very conscious that SHE, though having a naturally very genteel demeanor and being soft-voiced and well-spoken, had always been considered poor white trash down in Texas because she was raised in the state orphan's home. So weird when I think of how she had to struggle, but still came out of her eighth grade education in rural Texas with perfect grammar and diction. She later went on to nursing school when we were all in school.
But she used to say, 'Now, ya'll don't go out there yelling and running around like wild Indians - the neighbors will all think we're poor white trash.'
My sisters and I would just look at each other and laugh- eventually we shortened it to 'PWT' as in 'Come on now - don't act like PWT.'
My mother didn't think it was funny.
We never called anyone else that though, and neither did my mother.
I have heard some people (not in my family - we don't call people trash) use the term 'trailer trash'.
A British person was talking about trailer parks in the states and I realized they don't really have them over here and then we started talking about the terms 'trailer trash' and 'poor white trash' and I said (he is black- West Indian), 'You know, the interesting thing is that you rarely ever see poor black people living in trailers in the US'.
I wonder why that is.
Sorry for the digression. But I do think, POM, that you have a good point in wondering how she got home and why no one saw her lying there when she broke her knee.
I know that when I broke my elbow, I had to struggle to get myself to my feet. I can't imagine having broken a knee and being able to hop right up and walk away.