DCHP-3

mind

DCHP-2 (Apr 2016)
v. — archaic, Newfoundland

to remember.

Type: 2. Preservation — Mind as a transitive verb in Newfoundland is synonymous with 'remember' or 'recall'. Originally in dialectal use across England and Scotland (EDD, s.v. "mind" (v.1)), the term was brought to Newfoundland by migrant fishermen in the 18th and 19th centuries. Clarke (2010b: 103-104) notes that Newfoundland English contains a host of terms that have become obsolete in standard varieties of English, as is reflected by the "archaic" marking of mind in Gage-5 (s.v. "mind" (9)), but have been preserved in regional use. Mind can also be found in some Southern and Midland dialects of the US (see DARE, s.v. "mind" (C.2)).
See also DNE, s.v. "mind".

Quotations

1884
Oh! do you mind the days, Jean, / When you and I were young? / When love's bewitching glamourie / Was first around us flung? / D'ye mind my whispered vows, Jean, / The scented birks among? / In life's unclowded springtime, / When you and I were young.
1908
Uncle George, do you mind telling me that, Mr. Rambler told you last summer, that Ned Morris was the Cod of the Liberal party, and had no brains? Well, I reckon I do, and that was not all he told me.
1924
"Way back, we'd go sealin', in seine boats off shore, 'an sometimes we didn't even have boats to get seal with. I mind one spring, I and my brother went out from Catalina with some others at 1 a.m. on the ice, when we heard the ole ones howlin' out there. T'ick fog it was too, me sons. [...]"
1940
"Just a wee spot of cove we are down here on the north coast of Newfoundland -- and not one present for any of us. I mind the time," he went on, "that Dr. Grenfell carried me on a dog sledge in a blizzard just like this one, on Christmas Eve to the hospital. That was a fine party the staff had that night. [...]"
1950
Why, I mind the time once when there was over two hundred sailing vessels in Come Again harbor at one time, and a beautiful sight it was. And some great hot suppers we had them times.
1966
He looked into the sky again, carefully. "There's no sign of it now. But I mind the time six of us was up here and the fog came, and we all had to yell ourselves hoarse, keepin' track o' each other and makin' our way back to the road. It wouldn't do to be lost up here in the marsh. When the fog comes down, there's no tellin' how long it will stay. It might lift in a minute, and it might not lift for a week or even two weeks."
1986
I can't recall any of this, nor the dedication on April 24, 1910, nor the death of young Aunt Victoria a few days before, but something else happened that spring which I can mind very well. I tried to pole across the mouth of Clarke's Brook in a wooden box and nearly drowned.
2007
The best storytellers were retired rivermen and trappers. They were my Homers, my Chaucers, my Shakespeares. The minute my father got home from an expedition, oldtimers drifted in to "hear the news." [...] Then they'd launch into the anecdotes. "Do'e mind the time...?" Winter evenings were the best. Then the storytellers settled back, lit their pipes and launched into long narratives of fall birding expeditions to "The Outside" -- meaning Notre Dame Bay -- of salmon catching or caribou hunting on the River, of feats of strength and harrowing escapes.

References

  • EDD
  • DNE
  • DARE
  • Clarke (2010b)
  • Gage-5