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I was born on a Saturday and I am true to form! It sounds like you did, albeit against your wishes, help out quite a lot at home, despite your laziness and missing Deputy Dawg on TV, You made me smile with the 'Father threat!', I had that too! I liked the phrase: 'balled up the sheets', very descriptive and I know you did do that now. Your write is nostelgic and quaint and I enjoyed every word, love Dolly x


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reply by the author on 13-Dec-2018
    Thanks so much, Dolly. I still ball up my sheets. Glad you enjoyed. Peace, Lee
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Yep, I can relate to his wanting to watch TV and not have to do the chores. No hope of getting out of them though not with the keen-eyed mom.


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reply by the author on 13-Dec-2018
    The you, crw. Yep, Mom was a stickler for chores. Glad you enjoyed. Peace, Lee
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I'm so sorry you were subjected to such treatment as a child. Today they would say it was child abuse. I was a very lazy child, but my mom didn't really make me do much, which is weird. There were 5 of us kids and when the older ones left you would think she would have made my younger sis and I do everything, but she never did. Maybe she thought it was easier to do it herself. I'm sure you are a much better person today as a result of all that child labor. Great story. Hope you do well in the contest.


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reply by the author on 13-Dec-2018
    Thank you, Roxanna. I'm still as lazy as ever, so all those chores had little effect. I suppose a mom might get tired of teaching and nagging. Eventually, she might find it easier to do it herself. Glad you enjoyed. Peace, Lee
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How do you make a Venetian blind ...? Poke his eyes out...is what I thought of. Your mum and mine might have been twins from different mothers and Er...hemispheres. I had to make the bed by turning the mattresses...clean the Venetian blinds...clean the oven .defrost and clean the fridge, clean the floors with homemade floor cleaner...I think petrol was in it...and no mop...hands knees and scrubbing brush, I had to clean all my clothes by hand. Mum didn't trust me with the washing machine...it was a wringer. Yes and always on Saturday. Also we had to clean our bikes with Vaseline...mend punctures with a bucket of water to check for bubbles .. paint the wood fence with creosote. Help dad paint boats he built.

We didn't even have a television.
Hugs ..I love your humor. I thought my mother really did have eyes in the back of her head. When I left home though it shocked me that other college kids couldn't cook had never cleaned and defrosted fridges with ice picks which wedged in the appliance...sheesh


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reply by the author on 13-Dec-2018
    Thanks so much, kiwijenny. Sounds like you had it a lot worse than I did. But it did teach you some skills.
    Glad you enjoyed. Peace, Lee
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I haven't laughed this hard for days! I love all the descriptions of your mother. My sons would think this story is about me. LOL. Mothers do have those special powers you speak about. You learned about them all.

There were so many lines that I liked, but I think this one particularly: 'They can sneak up on a mongoose sneaking up on a mamba.'


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reply by the author on 13-Dec-2018
    Thank you, damommy. In my old neighborhood, all the moms had superpowers. But that didn't stop we knuckleheads from poking the bear. I'm so glad you enjoyed. Peace, Lee
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Lee,

This was so much fun! I am shocked that your mother wouldn't allow you to watch a WEE little bit of Saturday morning cartoons - it really was the only time they were on. --sigh-- Slave driver. Oh well.

I almost went back and started counting all the almost-cuss words. For a young boy, he/you was really prolific! hahahaha

A couple of tiny notes, if I may?
1.) are admonished not to tattle, but (moms)

2.) "Ah, Mom, not the windows(,") I cried, abandoning all lingering

Fab job. I really enjoyed this and wish you much luck in the voting!




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reply by the author on 13-Dec-2018
    Thank you, Robyn. Cussing was a contest in my neighborhood. When we kids were alone, almost every noun had a flippin' adjective. Glad you enjoyed, and thanks for the spag alerts. Peace, Lee
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I don't know how old you were at this point but I learned by first grade there was no negotiating with my mom. This reminds me of Saturday at my house. I dreaded Sunday's too, that was the day I held tools for my dad while he puttered all flippin' day! As an aside, I loved Deputy Dawg too. Your story captures forced labor excellently. Nice job, i almost want to withdraw my entry.


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reply by the author on 13-Dec-2018
    Thank you, Earl. Sounds like we had similar upbringings. I was my dad's tool holder/tool fetcher/flashlight boy, too. I never knew why grown-ups looked forward to weekends--they were as miserable as we were. So glad you enjoyed, Earl. Peace, Lee
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I wanted to write down my favourite parts but they were just too many! But I will mention a few:
"A guy can't even fart in his own bed without unleashing the Wrath of Mom"
"Some guy called Newton figured that out when he ate an apple.  It went in, it came out.  Pure science . . . but gross"
"Mom's left eyebrow crashed into the ceiling"
All of it was funny! And I really admire your style. Thank you for sharing!
Ioana


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reply by the author on 13-Dec-2018
    Thanks so much, ioana. You picked a few of my favorite lines. You have excellent taste. I'm really glad you enjoyed. Peace, Lee
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I can't evenb admit to understanding this having been sent off to boarding school when rising eight years old. We had school on sturday mornings and compulsory games in the afternoon, Sunday was religion and a walk in a long crocodile in the afternoon.

When home on holiday it was felt I had had a hard enough time away at school so, apart from cutting the grass and 'doing' the dishes - drying them actually, I was let off chores, of the sort you mention. But then there was no telly in those days - at least we didn't have one. But somehow we learnt how to laugh. I know that because I laughed at this a lot.

The second sight of mothers is amazing and it persisted well into my teens. She knew when I had been smoking or sneaking a slurp of the sherry and even what i got up to with the girl friends. Now how on earth?

I really

'A blind venetian could ...' Yeah! I remember that one too but 'Venetian' need an upper case 'V'.

'I was born on a Saturday.' In the old rhyme Saturday's chile is fated to work hard for its living. Seems like there is a lot of truth in that.


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reply by the author on 10-Dec-2018
    Thank you, Jim. In my 1950s parochial world, boarding school seemed something out of an English novel--not that I ever read one. Sure, we must have had boarding schools, but no one on Camden Street had any frame of reference.
    I can't be sure, but given the choice between washing windows and attending boarding school, I'd probably have chosen the windows--I knew what a window was.

    My mother's second-sight was uncanny, but not infallible. Often enough, she convicted of crimes I hadn't committed. That led me to believe she'd just been guessing all along.

    Thanks again, Jim.

    Peace, Lee

reply by Pantygynt on 10-Dec-2018
    Sometimes I think I was a character in an English novel. It was tough but not as bad as Dotheboys Hall and we didn't have to clean the windows - they prabably thought we would break them.

reply by the author on 10-Dec-2018
    Sometimes it's too easy to forget the different paths we all took to get to this particular site on this particular day. But I enjoy the learning.

reply by Pantygynt on 10-Dec-2018
    Me too.
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Not many writers can make me laugh, but you gave me a tummy ache from laughing. This true story is hysterical. I really liked this one: "Words of such intense power, they've been known to halt speeding locomotives." This line makes me wonder if you were a friend of my son's: "A guy can't even fart in his own bed without unleashing the Wrath of Mom." (He even procrastinates and gives excuses the same...and now he's in his 40's and still does it.) Is this a guy thing? Hating housework? Maybe the reason dad wanted an extra job? LOL! Anyway, I have no suggestions and think this story is perfect just the way it is written. Great job! (And great mom for teaching something besides boob-tube.)


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reply by the author on 15-Dec-2018
    Thank you, WryWriter. So glad I could make you laugh. I write to entertain. Your son sounds like a very logical person to me.

    I'm so glad you enjoyed my story, and found avenues on which your life merged. I'm delighted you enjoyed. Peace, Lee
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