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My name is Harvey Duke. I am a writer based in Dundee, Scotland
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The site of one man, one reviewer, one hybrid of many things that he likes
Romanticizing Life on a Mini Homestead
My name is Harvey Duke. I am a writer based in Dundee, Scotland
Reflections on Life through poetry, essays and photos
My Ramblings and Thoughts
Cogitation on creating and critters
to Extraordinary Life in Christ
Life in pieces
Stories from the myriad jobs I've worked throughout my teens and twenties.
It seems like she overlooked a valuable child-rearing resource. Uh-hun….You’re so silly. ;>)
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I don’t know what she was thinking.
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The boogerman. Your Mother was wise not to use him to control you.
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Actually, Aunt Julie looked a lot like the Boogerwoman.
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I’m glad she didn’t.
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Because she is a very wise mother! 🙂
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She still is.
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I love thunderstorms. Watching the lightning light up the night sky is awesome. Sounds like your mum had a handle on all you kids without have to resort to the bogeyman too much 🙂
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She outsmarted us a lot.
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🙂
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The boogerman existed in my childhood too, but we called him The Boogey Man. Maybe yours was a giant booger with legs and arms? That would be pretty scary. I also remember an episode of The Little Rascals where the kids were scared of the Boogeyman–he was an old man that pulled out one whisker at a time and howled. Did you see that episode?
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I need to look that up!
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If you love The Little Rascals (as I do), you’ll like this episode. It’s eery.
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They were the light of my childhood.
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I could never get why the Boogeyman objected to singing at the table. I was always being told not to do it, also not to read at the table, and I could never understand why.
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I forgot about reading!
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The impressions we get in childhood last us with us!
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Just like yesterday!
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Maybe she wanted you to be able to jump on the bed instead of hiding under it.
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After all, it was Aunt Julie’s bed.
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This was a rich one, Linda. You outdo yourself at every turn.
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Why thank you.
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Ha. Thank your lucky stars she didn’t follow the lead of Aunt Julie!!!
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She is such a good Mother.
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