Speaking of "buckle", as a kid, did you ever have a pair of those black, rubber boots with hose nifty "buckles" that would keep the gear on your feet?
I still like "potato-sicles" which is simply a bog scoop of leftover mashed potatoes dipped in the remaining gravy.
So, I did a mental "coin flip" and I ended my classroom reading with, "Your niece, Johnny".
As a kid in northern Ohio, we'd rake them into the ditch along Crestwood Drive and burn them.
Eric the Red, upon his exile from Iceland, would up on the island and named it Greenland, hoping the pleasant name would attract settlers.