Over Christmas when we were in Iowa we were driving on I-80 between Des Moines and Davenport and Lindsey's mom said something to the extent of, "Look at the beautiful hory (sp?) fog." Eric (Lindsey's bro), Lindsey and I looked at each other with confusion, "Did she just say 'hory'?" Well, after looking on the internet I am convinced that this is an adjective from the Newman family only (I looked up hory, horey, horry, horrey, whory, whorey, whorry, whorrey, etc.). If you can help me with the spelling of this elusive word that would be great.
Anyway, as we counted over 135 cars in the ditch between Des Moines and Davenport we all thought, "Yeah, it is pretty." Actually, it was very pretty. The fog left a thin layer of frost on all the trees. Little did Lindsey and I know that this catch phrase of Christmas weekend, "hory mist", was a design of God to slow us down the following weekend!
Fast forward to the following weekend. Lindsey and I went down to Maryville, Missouri for Christmas with my mom's side of the family. It was excellent! Upon our return home we learned that the next day's forecast, when Linds and I were planning to drive the 26 foot U-haul truck with all our earthly possessions to Washington D.C., was predicting snow storms in the evening. We were a little bummed, but decided to try to get to Champaign, Illinois to clip off about 6 or so hours of our 18ish hour trip. So we left at approximately 10:00pm.
Well, as we were about an hour into our journey we encountered the elusive "hory fog". It was really not a good situation. We could see only two checkered lines in front of us on the interstate, and we couldn't read the signs once we were passed Williamsburg, Iowa. I couldn't even see the exit for Iowa City, or the I-80 truck stop, the self-proclaimed largest truck stop in the world. So Lindsey and I decided to stop in Bettendorf to stay with her grandma...by this time it was about 2:30am. God was gracious to us in fact that Lindsey had a wireless card for her laptop...at the exit we turned on we were able to read a sign of a business...and from that address on Lindsey's computer we were able to get directions to her grandmother's. We arrived there around 3:00am. God has been gracious to give us a grandmother that is more than hospitable to let us crash there on such short notice at the earliest time you could imagine. Below are a few pictures of the effects of the "hory fog" on our truck. These pics are from the morning after...but you can see how the "fog" was completely freezing our truck over.
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Could "hoary" be the word you're looking for?
hoary |ˈhôrē|
adjective ( hoarier , hoariest )
1 grayish-white : hoary cobwebs.
• (of a person) having gray or white hair; aged : a hoary old fellow with a face of white stubble.
• [ attrib. ] used in names of animals and plants covered with whitish fur or short hairs, e.g., hoary bat, hoary cress.
2 old and trite : that hoary American notion that bigger is better.
DERIVATIVES
hoarily |ˈhôrəlē| |ˈhɔrəli| adverb
hoariness |ˈhɔrin1s| noun
I was thinking of 'hoary' too. Glad to hear that that lovely old word is still being used. I remember it from the Authorised Version, but especially from Isaiah 46:4, "And even to your old age I am he; and even to hoar hairs will I carry you: I have made, and I will bear; even I will carry, and will deliver you."
That verse is then picked up in the hymn 'How firm a foundation' when it says,
"E'en down to old age all My people shall prove
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;
And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,
Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne."
('K' in Rippon's Selection, 1787)
Unfortunately our modern hymnbook deletes that verse completely.
Thanks guys;) That is extremely helpful;)
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