gathering
EnglishEdit
PronunciationEdit
Etymology 1Edit
From Middle English gadering, from Old English gaderung (“gathering, assembly”), equivalent to gather + -ing (verbal noun ending).
NounEdit
gathering (plural gatherings)
- A meeting or get-together; a party or social function.
- I met her at a gathering of engineers and scientists.
- A group of people or things.
- A gathering of fruit.
- (bookbinding) A section, a group of bifolios, or sheets of paper, stacked together and folded in half.
- This gathering machine forms the backbone of a bookbinding operation.
- A charitable contribution; a collection.
- (uncountable) The collection of produce, items, goods, etc.; the practice of collecting food from nature.
- 1981, William Irwin Thompson, The Time Falling Bodies Take to Light: Mythology, Sexuality and the Origins of Culture, London: Rider/Hutchinson & Co., page 130:
- The Neolithic culture from 8000 to 6000 B.C., however, was a brilliant period of the revival of crafts, the transformation of gathering into gardening, the growth of a cross-cultural obsidian trade, and the rise of towns.
- (medicine) A tumor or boil suppurated or maturated; an abscess.
TranslationsEdit
get-together, social function
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group of people or things
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bookbinding: group of sheets
collection of produce, items, goods, etc.; the practice of collecting food from nature
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medicine: tumor or boil suppurated or maturated — see abscess
Further readingEdit
- gathering on Wikipedia.Wikipedia
- Section (bookbinding) on Wikipedia.Wikipedia
Etymology 2Edit
From Middle English gaderynge, equivalent to gather + -ing (present participle ending).
VerbEdit
gathering
AdjectiveEdit
gathering (not comparable)
- That gathers together.
- She was worried by the gathering stormclouds.
- 1961 November, H. G. Ellison and P. G. Barlow, “Journey through France: Part One”, in Trains Illustrated, page 668:
- On once more we swung, bumping uneasily along in the antique narrow-gauge coach, with gloomy woods and gathering night outside, shouts and songs (and quacks) inside—this was not at all the sort of train ordained by the logical strategists in Paris—then grinding to a stop at a mysterious halt which was no more than a nameboard in the pinewoods, without even a footpath leading to it, but nevertheless with a solitary passenger stolidly waiting.