If you have never been twackin', you do not know what you are missing. Now mind you, this is the old Newfoundland version of the word, not any modern connotation. I first heard this term many years ago from our family friend, Madeline Connors.
Madeline and her family lived nearby in Mount Pearl where I grew up. She was a nurse who eventually stopped working to raise her five children, three boys and two girls. Our families were very close and after all of her children were in school, she and my mother twacked around.
Twacking, often pronounced with the g silent, is shopping for no particular purpose. It involves going to the stores and looking around, sometimes purchasing something, or not. It is just a relaxing look around, sometimes with a friend. Occasionally a great bargain appears as well and you purchase something totally unexpected. Besides, if you are lucky there is time for a meal together. Mom and Madeline really enjoyed the meal during their twacking adventures.
Sadly Madeline died at the age of forty-three from stomach cancer. She was a wonderful woman, a great nurse and mother, a good friend.
Now Sylvia, my mother-in-law and I twack every month or so. Our time together goes with lunch as well. Today is the day and Madeline is on my mind.
Rest in peace, dear heart.
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