Hide nor Hair

I hadn’t seen hide nor hair of that buffoon in years. Then he showed up on my doorstep. I peered at him through the window for a long time before I capitulated and opened the door. What do you say to the fool who hasn’t seen his kid in 18 years and is now asking for her address?

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

2 thoughts on “Hide nor Hair”

  1. The factory whistle would blow at five o’clock every weekday. That was the signal for children to get home in time for dinner which was always served promptly. It seemed like a perfect arrangement. However, during the time of year when the weather was warm and the days were long the children magically could not be found. Neither hide nor hair could be seen. One couldn’t hear their voices. They were quiet as mice. They used to congregate among the wild berry bushes and stones on the aqueduct that ran parallel with their street. But you guessed it: it didn’t take long for mothers and grandmothers to figure that one out. However, they would become quite upset that they had to leave their cooking chores. They were forced to walk up the steep hill to the aqueduct to call out to the errant children to come home for dinner. It was not just the food that was steaming at that time of day!

  2. Hide nor hair normally connotes absence and absence in context usually means something negative. However “neither hide nor hair” can be something worthwhile. For instance I may be very worried about a return into my life of someone fearful for one reason or another and the fact that neither hide nor hair of them can be found is very reassuring. I may have promised to fund (at considerable cost to myself) someone’s debt, but when the time comes no hide nor hair shows up. Yippee!

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