Meemaw

“Let's celebrate with drinks at Tipsy River.” “Uh, I don't want to go to Tipsy River. I don't want to bother my meemaw while she's working.” “Let's not push it. He's embarrassed of his country-ass grandma.” “Don't be embarrassed of your meemaw, Wayne. She's fun.”

“Captain, we are in orbit of Brekka.” “Dr. Migleemo, you have the conn.” “Ba-ha-ha. A feast of opportunities to make you proud, Captain.” “Keep it together, Doctor. You'll do fine.” “[sniffles] It's really happening.” “Orders, sir?” “Yes. Initiate a subspace communication link to my meema. I want her to see her special boy being the captain!” “Yes, sir.”

On working days weavers who had jobs were already meemawing across the racket of looms as the van delivered and in hot weather, with weaving shed doors open, the sound bombarded the streets.

Bill, who had nudged the other customer out of the shop and locked the door, meemawed at him to wait.

Basically, you meemawed anything you didn't want people to overhear, even when there was no one around to listen in.

Be still, says th'chap: un then fixin his een on th' dug's, un givin his buddy some spasmoddical twitches, un jertin his neck as if his yed wur a burden to it, un he wanted t'throw it off, he begun to make aw sorts o' meemaws wi his honds.

“Nor me noather,” replied Ben. “They'n too mony meemaws abeawt 'em for me.”

Indeed, the human voice could not make itself heard amidst the terrible din, and the labourers soon developed a system of signs and meemaws, whilst the foremen spoke the language of the strap.