This is about the grandmother in the previous post: my maternal grandmother.
She had a lot of colorful descriptions of things, such as that which I described in the previous post.
One of them was that she would periodically describe things as "smelling like a high holder's nest".
One time when we were standing at the sink doing something together - maybe peeling potatoes - I asked her "what is a high holder?"
She broke into uproarious laughter and didn't say anything.
I kept at her, but she just laughed harder.
To this day I have no idea what a high holder is.