Upon contemplating the concept of hygge, and ferreting out how it
*might* apply here, I have come up with some (native) Milwaukee hygge-isms, if
I have given it a lot...of thought.
Here is my indigenous list:
1. Milygge, pronounced 'Mil-uu-gah' or 'Mil-ew-ga' is what we
Milwaukeens conjure up to generate our cocoon-like feelings of safety and
well-being while in our car (in which we spend a lot of time.) It looks something
Driving down the interstate in my salt-stained car whilst
contemplating the Packers and...sunshine. (Wait, aren't they the same thing?)
2. We Milwaukeeans readily practice Cheeygge, pronounced
'Chee-uu-gah' or 'Chee-ew-ga' to sustain
us and bring enlightenment during the long, long winter months. This involves
consuming voluminous portions of all types of cheese (good cheese; Weyauwega
cheese, Union Star cheese, Cady Creek cheese, All Star cheese, Shullsburg
Creamery cheese, to name but a few) by candlelight, near the telly (most likely
with the Packers or the Packers pre-game on) while donning our (most likely)
green and gold knit stockings. (Here is a more exhaustive list of our cheese.)
3. This next one, we have down. I mean...for real. We do this any
time and basically, well...almost anywhere. Yes, we regularly practice
Brewygge, or 'Brew-uu-gah' or 'Brew-ew-ga'
throughout the long, looong period of winter darkness. We usually
combine Brewygge with sausages, fine mustard, and buns.
Cabin tucked deep in the Appalachians in the winter; photo by KAnniePowell
O.K...so let's hygge.
The Danish art of 'Hygge' is all the rage in circles of those
convivial souls trying to cultivate a (home) life that nourishes the soul. In
fact, I ordered a book about it. :)
Here is a blurb that might (?) be helpful from wikipedia on the
subject. (I had to correct their misspelled words. Does anybody else ever
notice that?) :)
"Hygge is a Norwegian word with a
unique definition (although very similar to the Dutch word Gezelligheid).
"Hygge" as a noun includes a feeling, a social atmosphere, and an
action. The word is also used in compositions as "Julehygge"
(Christmas-hygge). "Hygge" is also a verb e.g. "Let's
hygge" and as an adjective e.g. "A small, hyggeligt house with grass
on the roof".
The noun "Hygge" includes
something nice, cozy, safe and known, referring to a psychological state.
"Hygge" is a state where all psychological needs are in balance. The
antonym of hygge is uhyggelig, which translates as 'scary'."
Collins English Dictionary defines the
word as "a concept, originating in Denmark, of creating cozy and convivial
atmospheres that promote well-being'." (Source for all above along with
additional references: Wikipedia; here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hygge)
In case you are wondering, 'hygge' is pronounced with the French
'u' nasal sound in the middle and phonetically a bit like this as follows.
(There is a LOT of debate about the phonetic pronunciation!)
Ha ha! :)
Phonetically: 'Hygge' or 'Hu-gah' or 'Hew–ga.' (But get the
French 'u' sound in there!)
Let's take a break and above is a bit of 'hygge' for you. Meditate
1. They have a REAL sense of adventure (unless you have a
timid one.) But even theysecretly want "unchained."
2. They are all "nostril."
3. They are loyal. [And some (even) to the death!]
4. Their "cuteness" factor is above and beyond
many other of God's creations! [Take the slug, for instance. They are not...real...cute as they look a bit like a chunk of (some) snot unfortunately, not that I have anything against
them. How could I?]
(But, more than anything is my #5...and the large second photo down!)
So, when I
was a (younger) girl, my Dad's nickname for me was "Tarnen,"
pronounced "Tair-nen." :)
I was (just
a bit...) of an instigator; an older sister who was (at times) a bit of a
trouble-maker. Yes, I was (well, I could be..) naughty. Yes, I said it. Yes, I
A story to
When I was a
girl, we moved a lot. A lot-a lot. So many times that frankly, I cannot (now)
tell you home many times moves we made...Like I said, there were a lot (of
sitting in a gym (you know, the kind with the wooden basketball floor.) There
were red lines and a big white circle on the floor (at least, I think so. It
was a long time...ago, now.) The planks were wood; golden yellow.
game of duck-duck-goose, I remember 'spying' a very pretty and petiter-than-me
young girl across the way. She had long, beautiful slightly curly dark locks of
hair that flounced all around her when she ran. I think they actually kind of
flew out floating behind her when she ran. Her curls actually bounced around.
And I 'hated' her (for it.) (She was probably very nice.) (Too.) I wouldn't
know. I don't think that we stayed (there) long enough for me...to find out. At
least I don't think so.
title should read: "Duck-duck-gooooose!")
This is my
'dramatic' and my 'artistic' rendition. (You can 'click' on it to make it
bigger, if you must.)
(I made it
smaller because I am too ashamed to make it big.) :-/
(actual event...'somewhere' near Madison.)
reminded of a GREAT comic strip (from my childhood) called Goofus & Gallant
[from the Highlights Magazine (another super, terrific read, even for adults)
from 1948; written by Garry Cleveland Myers and drawn by Anni Matsick.]
Here is a
small sample of their instructive and enlightening work:
another (because they are so good!)
this one, which actually made me...laugh. ( :-O ) Oh dear. :-O