My grandmother, she’s always takin’ about people being stout or gaunt. She used words like peckerwood if it was somebody she didn’t like. She’d call him a peckerwood. If it was somebody she didn’t—she didn’t know, but he’s probably all right. She didn’t have any animosity for him. She’d say he’s a jasper: “There’s this jasper come by here this mornin’ and knocked on the door”, you know, but if it was a salesman: “There’s this peckerwood out there on the porch”.