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Run only a mile from my childhood home. The runs found around where I was born probably came from Pennsylvania settlers. I know one such person. He is also a “fact person”. He was a mechanic. However, his “facts” are spoken with feelings and emotions. Thus for me, a “Run” represents a lively “fact” person who is very practical but with feelings. The car mechanic. The coal miner.To me, the runs show what Pennslyvania is like.New York City. What can I say? There are few creeks in New York. Whenever I feel slightly sarcastic, even in a good way, a New York Yiddish\Russian\Brooklyn saying might come to mind for me to say, even if this saying has a mild southern accent! An accent That Knows. Little BS. All are extroverts, as one has to be in order to stand out against the crowd and the background city noise. Gotta talk loud, fast and abrupt.Upstate New York. The Northern dialect region. There usually are only “creeks” there. They, however, often pronounce the creek as “crick”, as in “trick”.I used to say that when young, crick sounds to me like an ice pick being jammed into a wooden board! To me, the entire Northern regional accent has a “fingernails scratching down a blackboard” sound to it. Too, when I hear this accent the words are often spoken too fast for me. There is even a radical change being made in the vowels there, these days.An engine running with little lubricating oil. I have heard there in this Northern accent area. Very often, I have heard this phrase, “oh… my wife does my feelings for me”! There are few expressed feelings. The “crick” word, only found in certain areas of the North dialect zone, shows me that there is no mystery, or soul-feeling, to their creeks.“Got to get ahead. Let's cut to the chase. A philosopher in our midst. I am too impatient to listen to your story as I have to… Get to the point!” “Be Literal.” practical.If they visit the South, sometimes they are called “Damn Yankees” as they have no feelings for the local people or their way of life. “I know better what is Good for you and you will do it even if it is over your dead body”! If not “negative”, often they deal in facts and data. We need some of these people, though.The South. Branches and forks. I find this very interesting. A branch infers it connects this waterway to another stream or river. Same with a fork. The Northern names for creeks infer that each creek stands alone like their factoid way of thinking. “Give me the facts, please”! For some Northern “crick” people, each fact stands separate from each other without relationships with each other.Branches. Forks. These two names are found in the South. There is a unique idea here, with these two words. All the other creek names found in the rest of the dialect areas “stand-alone”. A branch and fork infer that there is “something” connected to them, like ano

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ther creek or a river. The South. Here, “history” is very important. One does an everyday action, and this act is connected to cultural history, their relative’s ways of life, and the local traditions.There is a connectedness in other ways too. While there are master storytellers in the rest of the country, the South is where the storytelling really appears in the everyday language spoken by even non-story-telling people.These southern people are storytellers! I have heard a lady describe her trip to the mall and her descriptive shopping experience was a Story! Very illustrative, imaginative, and described with feelings and emotions. Master storytellers live here or come from here. In fact, they hold the Largest United States storytelling festival at Jonesborough, just a bit down the road from Johnson City; both in Tennessee. In this part of the country, metaphors and analogies do well. Jesus spoke in parables. Probably He would be better understood in the South! I loved to sit in the Johnson City Mall’s cafeteria, when I ate in the mall, sipping my after-meal coffee just to listen to how every single conversation at the other tables was spoken by a Storyteller. Everyone is a storyteller! There is nothing but sentences in a story if you think like a data person! These sentences are connected, however, to each other through the plotline and thus the plot is the river and the little experiences of the people involved in the story, are the Branches.Thus, “branches” infer that life is interconnected. The spiritual life of heaven appears here on earth and ghosts still walk the land. They speak and sing, tales around the woodstove that were ancient even before these Scotch-Irish settlers ever came to this country.Fishermen in a cafe, coming back from their Saturday trip to the river, and now they sit and talk about their catches.— -The North. “I caught a Smallmouth Bass on a Fluger lure and the fish was 13 inches long.” Another man, “I caught four Rock Bass with a regular line and sinker where the pool was calm enough where I did not use an anchor.” One more man chimes up, “I had to wear a jacket this morning. The radio said the temperature was 45 degrees and the sun came up through some clouds.”— -the South. [I actually overheard this, while sitting in a 10 am South Carolina cafe, on a Saturday when fishermen came back for coffee] “I caught a big one”. “I caught a big one too”! “A BIG one”, another man said. I heard over 20 minutes of “I caught a big one”! Nothing but emotional expressions of feelings were expressed. No data, no time, temperature. No length or species of fish.Yes, it is the little things that Show insights about something. Someone recently told me that when he visits a newly found friend’s house, he looks at the book covers in his bookcase. What books are there describes the character of this new friend!</article></body>

Creeks, Branches, Forks, and Runs: Their symbolic Meaning For Their Culture

One can sometimes understand the “large” by looking at one of the small parts of that large!

This is why I removed some of my photos in my articles. https://readmedium.com/people-are-being-sued-for-using-creative-commons-images-adc5c8ba1491

Yes, the “on page 8” phenomena! Not the headline article that tells the news, the actual reality behind this news is often another article on a page deeply buried within this paper. Maybe this page-eight article is about cats or turnips, but it reveals the Reality behind that front-page news; here is Truth!

Here, I am writing about “creeks, branches, forks, runs, and brooks”. Names of flowing bodies of water. The little flows of water eventually joining rivers or lakes. Each dialect cultural area in America has different names for these streams. The linguistic people break up this country into dialect zones. Each zone has a different culture and a way of life.

[[[[ also on Illumination publication. https://readmedium.com/creeks-branches-forks-and-runs-their-symbolic-meaning-for-their-culture-17afd87c6fa6 *slightly* edited. March 17th, 2021 ]]]]

I sense a symbolic link between these names and the culture they appear in. To me, the names reflect something *about* the part of the country that the place names are in.

Talk about “Profiling”! Here I am going to assess a dialect area according to the way they name a creek. “What!”, you say?! “Can you do this and be right”!

Well… in a sense, I can make a generality. *I* sense a difference.

I originally grew up in Upstate New York, in the Finger Lakes. Very rural. This was a place where 9th graders came to my 9th-grade class smelling of cow manure as they did chores before getting onto the yellow bus. Then I moved to North Florida to attend college and have lived in the South for much of my life. This includes a few years living in deep Appalachia too. My original North accent is now probably now over-written by southern speech. Then add some New York City to the mix as well.

Let's see… “Creek” is everywhere in the country. Each area of the East Coast has different names for many of their creeks.

Upper New England and Maine. It is Stream and brook, here. My first feeling of the names is of *cold*. A nice bracing cold. A cold stream on a summer day. Some feelings and emotionality are present in the culture. Reserved, though.

Runs. Runs are found in Pennsylvania, eastern Ohio, and parts of western Virginia. Also Upstate New York in the Finger Lakes. I found one Run only a mile from my childhood home. The runs found around where I was born probably came from Pennsylvania settlers. I know one such person. He is also a “fact person”. He was a mechanic. However, his “facts” are spoken with feelings and emotions. Thus for me, a “Run” represents a lively “fact” person who is very practical but with feelings. The car mechanic. The coal miner.

To me, the runs show what Pennslyvania is like.

New York City. What can I say? There are few creeks in New York. Whenever I feel slightly sarcastic, even in a good way, a New York Yiddish\Russian\Brooklyn saying might come to mind for me to say, even if this saying has a mild southern accent! An accent That Knows. Little BS. All are extroverts, as one has to be in order to stand out against the crowd and the background city noise. Gotta talk loud, fast and abrupt.

Upstate New York. The Northern dialect region. There usually are only “creeks” there. They, however, often pronounce the creek as “crick”, as in “trick”.

I used to say that when young, crick sounds to me like an ice pick being jammed into a wooden board! To me, the entire Northern regional accent has a “fingernails scratching down a blackboard” sound to it. Too, when I hear this accent the words are often spoken too fast for me. There is even a radical change being made in the vowels there, these days.

An engine running with little lubricating oil. I have heard there in this Northern accent area. Very often, I have heard this phrase, “oh… my wife does my feelings for me”! There are few expressed feelings. The “crick” word, only found in certain areas of the North dialect zone, shows me that there is no mystery, or soul-feeling, to their creeks.

“Got to get ahead. Let's cut to the chase. A philosopher in our midst. I am too impatient to listen to your story as I have to… *Get* *to* the *point*!” “Be Literal.” practical.

If they visit the South, sometimes they are called “Damn Yankees” as they have no feelings for the local people or their way of life. “I know better what is Good for you and you will do it even if it is over your dead body”! If not “negative”, often they deal in facts and data. We need some of these people, though.

The South. Branches and forks. I find this very interesting. A branch infers it connects this waterway to another stream or river. Same with a fork. The Northern names for creeks infer that each creek stands alone like their factoid way of thinking. “Give me the facts, please”! For some Northern “crick” people, each fact stands separate from each other without relationships with each other.

Branches. Forks. These two names are found in the South. There is a unique idea here, with these two words. All the other creek names found in the rest of the dialect areas “stand-alone”. A branch and fork infer that there is “something” connected to them, like another creek or a river. The South. Here, “history” is very important. One does an everyday action, and this act is connected to cultural history, their relative’s ways of life, and the local traditions.

There is a connectedness in other ways too. While there are master storytellers in the rest of the country, the South is where the storytelling really appears in the everyday language spoken by even non-story-telling people.

These southern people are storytellers! I have heard a lady describe her trip to the mall and her descriptive shopping experience was a Story! Very illustrative, imaginative, and described with feelings and emotions. Master storytellers live here or come from here. In fact, they hold the Largest United States storytelling festival at Jonesborough, just a bit down the road from Johnson City; both in Tennessee. In this part of the country, metaphors and analogies do well. Jesus spoke in parables. Probably He would be better understood in the South! I loved to sit in the Johnson City Mall’s cafeteria, when I ate in the mall, sipping my after-meal coffee just to listen to how every single conversation at the other tables was spoken by a Storyteller. Everyone is a storyteller! There is nothing but sentences in a story if you think like a data person! These sentences are connected, however, to each other through the plotline and thus the plot is the river and the little experiences of the people involved in the story, are the Branches.

Thus, “branches” infer that life is interconnected. The spiritual life of heaven appears here on earth and ghosts still walk the land. They speak and sing, tales around the woodstove that were ancient even before these Scotch-Irish settlers ever came to this country.

Fishermen in a cafe, coming back from their Saturday trip to the river, and now they sit and talk about their catches.

— -The North. “I caught a Smallmouth Bass on a Fluger lure and the fish was 13 inches long.” Another man, “I caught four Rock Bass with a regular line and sinker where the pool was calm enough where I did not use an anchor.” One more man chimes up, “I had to wear a jacket this morning. The radio said the temperature was 45 degrees and the sun came up through some clouds.”

— -the South. [I actually overheard this, while sitting in a 10 am South Carolina cafe, on a Saturday when fishermen came back for coffee] “I caught a big one”. “I caught a big one too”! “A BIG one”, another man said. I heard over 20 minutes of “I caught a big one”! Nothing but emotional expressions of feelings were expressed. No data, no time, temperature. No length or species of fish.

Yes, it is the little things that Show insights about something. Someone recently told me that when he visits a newly found friend’s house, he looks at the book covers in his bookcase. What books are there describes the character of this new friend!