An old-fashioned word used by Louis Armstrong, Yeats and Geoffrey Hill is worthy of attention and probably respect. In his second autobiography, Satchmo: My Life in New Orleans (1954), Armstrong writes:
“But with my
good sense and mother-wit, and knowing how to treat and respect the feelings of
other people, that’s all I’ve needed through life. You taught me that, mother.”
Armstrong
was born August 4, 1901, to Mary “Mayann” Albert and William Armstrong, when his
mother was about fifteen years old. His father soon abandoned the family. At age
eleven, Armstrong was sent to the Colored Waifs Home, though he later returned
to live with his mother. He always credited Mayann with teaching him “the real
things” about life. She died in 1927, shortly after he recorded “Potato Head Blues,” and Armstrong often recalled her dying words: “Son – Carry on, you’re a
good boy – treats everybody right. And everybody – White and Colored Loves you –
you have a good heart. – You can’t miss.” The
Dictionary of American Regional English (1985) gives this definition of
“mother wit”:
“A popular
term in black speech referring to common sense . . . not necessarily learned
from books or in school. Mother wit with its connotation of collective wisdom
acquired by the experience of living and from generations past is often
expressed in folklore.”
The OED dates the first usage to the
fifteenth century, defines it as “a person’s native or natural wit; common
sense,” and cites Spenser and Emerson, among others. “Mother wit” shows up in
Yeats’ work several times, most notably in “A Memory of Youth” (Responsibilities, 1914):
“The moments
passed as at a play,
I had the
wisdom love brings forth;
I had my
share of mother wit
And yet for
all that I could say,
And though I
had her praise for it,
A cloud
blown from the cut-throat north
Suddenly hid
love’s moon away.”
The third
place I recently tripped over “mother wit” is in poem VIII of Hill’s “Liber Illustrium Virorum” [Book of Illustrious Men] sequence
collected in Broken Hierarchies: Poems
1952-2012 (2013):
“Reintroduce
us to good mother-wit;
We have been
far too long estranged; take up
A grace of
life discovered in its dirt . . .”
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