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Me and Leon would get into an ugly staring contest by crossing our eyes and sticking out our tongues at each other. Mom would invariably say, “You boys stop that. You do it long enough and your eyes will stick that way!”
Well, time proved that old adage “mothers are always right” a wee bit of a misnomer...
Now when Mother said, “You keep at it, and I’m going to finish it for you!” she didn’t mean she was going to wiggle her nose, cross her eyes and try to out stare us. Despite the abrupt ending, Leon still “declared” himself the winner the second we got outside—just because he was the oldest! I didn’t look away, I didn’t get tickled, there’s no way I lost... When he said it again, I hit him with a rake handle. He threw me over the woodpile. I came up firing oak logs at him.
We hadn’t even drawn blood when Mom stuck her head out the back door, “Do I need to finish that!”
She didn’t need a whistle to keep order.
Her favorite line was, “Y’all be careful.” She wore that one out! We’d be leaving for school. It was a simple half mile walk up Stonewall Street. There wasn’t nothing that could possibly go wrong, unless Leon was still upset about that rake handle attacking him... Mom would follow along as far as Karen Webb’s house, waving and “be careful-ling” us!
It was “some-more” embarrassing as the years rolled on.
Yogi and Buddy would come over, we’re going out in the backyard to throw a baseball around or play Mumbley Peg. Mom would follow us to the door and remind teenagers, mind you, to, “Be careful.”
Ye gads! I fainted dead away by reason of abject mortification on several occasions!
Can you imagine bringing the girl of your dreams over to the house for the first time! I was in college. Cathy and I stopped by for a lunchmeat sandwich on our way to the golf course. I’m being on my best behavior. I want Cathy to see how mature and grown up—
As I opened the door of the Corvair to seat her as royally and gentlemanly as possible, Mom ran out on the porch and fairly screamed, “Y’all be careful!”
Dad never used that line. His mantra was “be good and do right.” It mostly was about work ethic; and thoughtfulness and respect and proper attitude. And he only said it one time to me in my whole life. He didn’t figure he had to chew his cabbage twice.
He did, however, demand correct results. I learned (sometimes the hard way) over the years exactly what he meant! And he didn’t teach as much as he expected. Today’s TV psychologists refer to it as Observational Learning.