by John Doe 22 Replies latest jw friends
I never knew his name. We were never introduced. But he did indeed live there and my arms and legs had to remain well tucked in all through the night.
I do know that he had a brother and that he lived in my closet. The door had to be shut tightly before I dove into bed, thus avoiding both of them.
If I had told my mother about these guys, she would have called them "demons" and performed a purification burning of everything in my room.
changeling :)
What was his name?
John Doe
Jehovah
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Tired,
My mother in law was a full blooded Indian. It was from her and my wife that I first heard the word "Cucuy" (ka-koo-ee). My wife and I incorporated it into our vocabulary and have always used it in place of "boogeyman" Now our kids use it. Your reference to it above is the first time I've ever heard it from outside the familty.
In Puerto Rico the boogey man is a "cuco".
Yo' momma.
(I know this place is closing, but you guys are seriously slippin')
Ok, I'll be serious for a minute. In our household, the thing under the bed that grabbed your toes was Aunt Cecile. She died long ago, and apparently had a hideous laugh along with a weatherbeaten face. I beleive these kind of cultural nightmares were told to my mom because, in her day they had an old wood stove that would go out soemtime during the night, while everybody was sleeping, and keeping the blankets covering the kids feet was paramount, so that they didn't get a cold or a flu. Getting sick in those days, was costly as their was plenty of physical labour to do. That's my take on it.
Chucky! OMG, I remember the first time I saw Chucky..then to realize that my family had a doll like that from when my mother was younger and he was just sitting there one night..staring at me.
I threw that b**ch out the effin' window... and then when I woke up the next day..cause after I pushed him out the window, I had to run as I didn't want him to pull me with him...
He was GONE! There was nothing down in our backyard at all! And when I came downstairs, he was in my kitchen, sitting there with a smile on his face!
Probably because my grandmother brought him back in the house and told me to stop throwing toys out the window, but she dind't know... but I did..
*shakes fist at Chucky* Now my new things is Zombies. You know somebody should go back to the hall and ask if the Resurrection will bring back zombies and that Jehovah won't just sit back and watch us scream for our lives while our loved ones try and eat us!
My maternal Grandpa (fraternal was always Grandad) was born in Tupelo, Mississippi in 1894 and his family called the boogeyman "raw head and bloody bones". This was supposed to have come from his parents and G'parents who, like most people of the south in that era, had seen the horror of the Civil War carnage up close.
