A friend asked me about the name of this blog. It is quite curious I suppose, but the answer is fairly simple.
"Consarnit" was my grandfather's 'curse' word. When my brothers and I were little, Pap wouldn't use hell, damn, or anything of the like in our presence, so 'consarnit' was his expletive of choice when we were around.
It's my understanding that when we weren't within earshot, he could verbally peel the bark off a tree.
So, there ya' go. That's why it's called "Consarnit".
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I remember hearing "consarnit" over the years from you and your bros. Unfortunately, when the hammer hits the thumb I rarely remember this good alternative.
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