My sister and I took our 3 boys to Upper Clements Park and Fort Ann in Annapolis last weekend. On the drive up the boys played their GameBoy’s while Deanna and I laughed so hard that we would have made a great commercial for bladder control products.
Our Grandparents lived in Clementsport just outside of Annapolis Royal until their death, and the drive up really took us back to our many travels to visit them. We reminisced about all those crazy and outlandish things that our mother would tell us during our very impressionable childhood years. Deanna brought up how, to this day, she cannot eat the end of a cucumber. According to my mother the ends were poisonous. My Brother-In-Law will say, “Yeah you often hear on the news, ‘another death due to cucumber poisoning’. Dun-dun-daaaa.” Now, saying it as adults, I realize how crazy it sounded, but coming from your mother you tend to believe it. I mean, mothers know everything, or at least that’s what I tell my boys.
We talked about how Mom told us that eating raw cookie dough gives you worms and that eating too much Ketchup dries your blood. She stays firm on that one. David is convinced she made it up because Ketchup was too expensive and she wanted to ration it.
We laughed about how during a thunder and lightening storm Mom unplugs all electronics while screaming, “get off the phone!” and practically dives to take cover behind the sofa. During the storm she’ll warn you within an inch of your life not to look out the window just like she did when those religious people would show up on our doorstep. You’d have sworn she grew up in Baghdad and was having a flashback. She would tell us that if we slept in our cloths we’d get bedbugs and drinking warm soapy water was a good laxative. Ohhhhh…but she did!
Deanna recalled her surprise to realize that the word ‘mayswell’ doesn’t actually exist. Mom would use it in sentences like, “Mayswell, nothing else to do.”
We laughed and we laughed and then got quiet as we realized that soon enough, our boys will be laughing and losing their bladder at us at some of the crazy things that we’ve told them.
I could almost picture Evan saying to Colin, “Remember how,when we would see a raccoon killed on the road, Mom would say it was because they didn’t use a cross walk? And remember how she’d tell us we had bugs on our teeth so we’d brush them? That simple women.”
But who am I kidding, my boys won’t laugh nearly as hard as their future wives will.
*Note from author- I received permission from Nancy Rafuse to post this blog, so please do not e-mail me saying what an awful daughter I am. Since she still believes some of these “wives tales”, she truely feels this is a public service announcement.
She says ‘you’re welcome and to get off the World Wide Web (as she calls the internet). She just heard a crackle of thunder.