goodmorning

goodmorning (plural goodmornings)

1. Alternative form of good morning.
   • 1947 December 10, Trille Germon, “Sounds Off About the Bass”, in The Atlanta Constitution, volume LXXX, number 178, Atlanta, Ga., →OCLC, page 16, column 6:

     Instead of returning my goodmorning smile, he says, ‘What happened to YOU this morning? Hurry up and get your hat off, we have work to do.’

   • 1994, Jason Gray, “Untitled”, in Caroline Sullivan, editor, River of Dreams, Owings Mills, Md.: National Library of Poetry, →ISBN, page 255:

     The other morning / I was lying next to a lady / we said our goodmornings / then our goodbye’s.^[sic]

   • 2012, Stephanie M. Turner, “New Year”, in Fifteen Going On Grown Up, Kibworth Beauchamp, Leicestershire: Matador, →ISBN, page 160:

     It was nearly two in the morning when Hally and her family finally said their goodnights, or goodmornings as dad merrily put it and made their way home.

goodmorning (third-person singular simple present goodmornings, present participle goodmorninging, simple past and past participle goodmorninged)

1. Alternative form of good-morning.
   • 1918 October, William Allen White, “Our Hero Rides to Hounds with the Primrose Hunt”, in In the Heart of a Fool, New York, N.Y.: The Macmillan Company, →OCLC, page 192:

     And Mr. Van Dorn, not oblivious to the impression he was making, smiled and bowed and bowed and smiled, and hellowed Dick, and howareyoued Hiram, and goodmorninged John, down the street, into his office.

   • 1972, Max Ellison, The Happenstance, Conway, Mich.: Conway House, →OCLC, page 26:

     It was hard farming country we lived. / The land stood ready to give up. / The few farmers it had didn’t cotton to strangers, / And Broadway was a strange man among us – / Strange in the way he Goodmorninged / Or shopped in the village at store open, / And then back home by some dirt road.

   • a. 1986, Kyril Bonfiglioli, “Queen high backs into the game”, in Kyril Bonfiglioli, Craig Brown, The Great Mortdecai Moustache Mystery (Mortdecai), London: Penguin Books, published 2014, →ISBN, page 17:

     Since earliest boyhood I have ever loved the truth, so I shall not pretend that I passed an untroubled, dreamless night. […] I was therefore in no sort of shape to answer cheerily to Jock’s goodmorninging, especially since the grey light of dawn told me that the time could be no later than 10 a.m., quite half an hour before it is possible for right-thinking men to drift to the surface.