making Up Words

Prior to the Great Depression my paternal grandparents owned and operated a large farm called Tanglewood. It was located in Southwestern Missouri, and a source of seasonal employment for hobos. About a mile south of the farm the Missouri Pacific trains slowed for a curve, giving the hobos an opportunity to disembark, and then hike the last mile.
The personalities of these hobos were as varied as were their degrees of education. One of the workmen, Virgil, had studied of the Border War to some extent. He often retold the story of the John Brown Massacre at Potawatomie. Contrary to what he’d read of the event, he had his own interpretation, and in spite of many verbal corrections, he continued calling it the John Brown Massacration.