Things My Mother Taught Me

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Things My Mother Taught Me

My mother taught me to appreciate a job well done: “If you’re going to kill each other, do it outside — I just finished cleaning!”

My mother taught me religion: “You better pray that will come out of the carpet.”

My mother taught me about time travel: “If you don’t straighten up, I’m going to knock you into the middle of next week!”

My mother taught me logic: “Because I said so, that’s why.”

My mother taught me foresight: “Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you’re in an accident.”

My mother taught me irony: “Keep crying and I’ll give you something to cry about.”

My mother taught me about the science of osmosis: “Shut your mouth and eat your supper!”

My mother taught me about contortionism: “Will you look at the dirt on the back of your neck!”

My mother taught me about stamina: “You’ll sit there ’til all that spinach is finished.”

My mother taught me about weather: “It looks as if a cyclone swept through your room.”

My mother taught me how to solve physics problems: “If I yelled because I saw a meteor coming toward you — would you listen then?

My mother taught me about hypocrisy: “If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a million times: don’t exaggerate!”

My mother taught me the circle of life: “I brought you into this world, and I can take you out.”

My mother taught me about envy: “There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don’t have wonderful parents like you do!”

The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

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I grew up on a small dairy farm in southeastern Indiana, financially, times were hard . My dad and mom had purchased an extremely impoverished farm when I was three years old. We, along with my brother , who came along later , spent the next several years restoring it to a more productive state. The farm was so over grown with weeds that after living there for a while, dad had time to mow the weeds around the barn and lo and behold ! He found a hog house no one knew was there.

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