You have to be of a certain age to appreciate the way life was when Adam and I were small…
They seem cruel now–but, back then they were attempts to gain control. Different from admonitions, these were warnings; do/don’t do this, or this will happen.
“Come on, I’m going. I’m not telling you again. OK, you can just stay here at Aunt Edna’s. Your Bubba bear is going to miss you.”
A few tears, later and the recalcitrant youngun’ came dragging along. He wasn’t about to abandon his favorite teddy bear.
Behind Rose’s Market was an outhouse and a storage building. The small town grocery store, was an after school meeting place. Old men from town, met in the back, by the oil-burning stove, for their daily gossip fest. Charlie Rose, the proprietor, gave a familiar warning.
“Get away from that shed–the boogeyman will get you.”
Grandparents gave an ultimatum or two. Some of them quite macabre.
“Don’t play on the telephone.” Or, Nelson Fenton, proprietor of the local independent telephone company, would come and, “Cut our…
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