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"If you cross your eyes they'll stay that way" LOLOL
My Mom also told us a few times on a summer vacation to Wisconsin Dells that if we misbehaved the Indians in the Dells would scalp us. (There were real Indians there at some of the places we went to there) I was really afraid of them because of that. But, of course, when I got older I knew she just said that to keep us in line. Well played Mom, well played. LOLOLOL
I loved (and love) music, particularly rock. In 1969, I was kicked out of my house and had to leave my album collection with my folks. Bad idea!
My folks moved to Idaho in 1972. My mother happened to see an album cover by the band Free. It had a very artistic image of a girl jumping in a dress. It was not in the least pornographic, or even suggestive. But that was it. She proceeded to burn all 300 albums......thanks mom!
The lie was that the music was evil and had to be disposed of.
On the upside, I have all that music digitally accessible on Amazon Prime now.
My mother told me a doozie, whenever she wanted to reduce me to a bawling, begging little boy.
Once when I was about five or six I told my mother I was going to runaway from home because she was mean, and I went upstairs and yanked out a suitcase. She came up after me and told me this story:
When she was twelve going on thirteen, the youngest of four sisters, her mother was very, very sick and the four girls were sitting outside the bedroom waiting to be able to go in when the doctor and her father came out. And he told them their mother was dead. One of her sisters burst into tears, saying she wanted to tell Mother something. Her father asked what, and she said, "I wanted to tell Mother I loved her." And my mother wound up with, "But she couldn't because Mother was dead! She ended by telling me that this is what would happen to me - one day I would want to tell her I loved her, but it would be too later because she would be dead.
You can imagine the effect on a small child...terror, tear, shrieking "Don't die!" The story was so effective that she employed it on numerous occasions when I was young, sometimes just invoking the final lesson of the incident.
Many years later I was talking to one of my aunts, and mentioned how awful it must have been for them waiting outside their mother's sick room while she died. She was stunned. "That never happened. We weren't even there!" It seems that the four girls had been brought in to say goodbye to their mother a week or two before she died, and they then went and stayed in the nearby village with their father's best friends until she died. When I asked another sister, it was the same.
Eating the crust of bread would give me curly hair. It may have worked on my sisters but show me a boy who wants curly hair! I never ate the crust of my bread until I became an adult and started paying for my own food.
Also that if you slouch you'll become "round shouldered". LOL
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