This little Murdo Girl is like a dog with a bone. Once she gets her mind on something, she ponders it very seriously. Putting it another way, she “beats it to death.” Tomorrow is Sunday, and she’s tired. Well, at least she won’t have to put her school clothes on before she goes to bed.
I have never heard my cousins call people really bad names or use bad words. My cousin Stephanie came close once, but it wasn’t so bad that I can’t tell you about it.
Aunt Elna and Uncle Jerry (Miller)
One time, my Aunt Elna, and Uncle Jerry went out-of-town for a couple of days. A lady stayed with my cousins and their dog Scamp. You know when parents come back from a trip, they usually bring their kids a present. Well, Stephanie’s Mom and Dad got home late, and she was already in bed asleep. The next morning Stephanie got up really early. In fact, she was the only one awake at the time. She went through all the suitcases, packages, and everything else she could think of looking for her present. She was entirely disappointed, because she came up empty-handed. She waited until she could hear her Mom and Dad wake up. She went to their bedroom door, and said the worst bad word she could think of. She yelled, “You two are just BIG BUTTS, That’s all you are.”
Cousins, BL.. Valerie Leckey, Andrea Miller, FL…Stephanie Miller (she looks like she’s still mad about that present), Greg Miller, (I don’t think he got one either), and Mark Sanderson
When I heard Aunt Elna telling my Mom about this, I thought one thing. That’s no way to treat your kid, and they had it coming!
Other times, people might say a bad word just because they heard someone else say it. Maybe they don’t even know it’s bad. For instance, my Grandpa Sanderson doesn’t ever cuss. He says things like,” Judas Priest”, or “What in Tarnation?”
The other day, while Grandma was at the beauty shop with Aunt Elna, Grandpa was at our house watching sports on television. Mom and I were in the kitchen when we heard Grandpa sort of yell at the TV. I don’t know what the word he said means, but it must be really bad. Mom’s eyes got big around, and her mouth dropped open. She ran to the living room and said, “Dad, why on Earth would you say that word?”
Grandpa said, “What word?”
Mom said, “The word you just called one of those players on TV.”
“Oh,” he said. “Do you mean, (#@#?#@)?”
Mom’s mouth dropped open again, but I could tell she was trying not to scare Grandpa. “Dad,” she said. “Where did you hear that word?”
“Now let me remember,” Grandpa said, “I heard Herman Brost say it at a basketball game.”
“Dad,” Mom said, “That is a terrible word, and you should know enough not to repeat what Herman Brost says when he’s mad.”
“All right,” Grandpa said, “I’ll just say Judas Priest.”
To tell you the truth, I’ve never heard that word before either, but I have heard Herman Brost yell at a basketball game a few times. There was the time a player on the other team crossed himself before he shot a free throw, and didn’t make the basket. Herman Brost yelled, “You just as well have scratched your _ _ _ .” I know what that word means.
There are other words you can say instead of swear words. Marlene Rada’s Uncle Ed says, “By grace you know.” Grandma says, “For Land’s Sakes.”
People shouldn’t call other people names like, rat, fink, or ratfink. I don’t think Billy should call me Clarabelle Barnsmell, or Bessie Bottle either.
If you swear a lot and you’re trying to quit, you should be very careful. Not too long ago, A Preacher moved next door to the Lindquist family. Bonna told her kids to never say bad words in front of him. One day, Kim was leaning over the fence talking to the Preacher for the longest time, and Bonna got a little worried about what Kim might be telling him. Finally, Kim came in and Bonna asked her what she was talking to the Preacher about? “Not much,” Kim replied, “But I told him we don’t say gosh darn it anymore”. (Only, she said the other words.)
One time when I was 3 or 4, Mom went to play bridge, and Dad stayed home with me. He was supposed to put the Angel on top of the Christmas tree.
Well, it was really a tall tree, and Dad had a hard time getting that Angel on top. The tree came close to tipping over a couple of times, which made Dad very frustrated. Finally, he got it up there, and turned the lights on.
When Mom got home, Dad got in a little trouble. (I was really little remember.) I said, “Mommy, look at the pretty Son of a Bee that Daddy put on the Christmas tree.” I guess Dad wasn’t calling her an Angel.
Sometimes, you can get in trouble without even saying any cuss words. You can show people with your …..wait a minute, the lady just said it was okay for me to stop writing, because I’m treading in dangerous waters.
I’m tired anyway. Maybe I’m thinking about all this stuff, because I’m going to Church with Grandma and Grandpa tomorrow. I was just going to tell you what Mom says to me sometimes. She tells me, “Idyll hands do the devil’s work.”
Have a blessed Sunday everyone!