Writings in the Sand

Scud to school

My mother used to tell us : ”Scud to school or you’ll rue it!”

No, really. She did.

My mother had some odd sayings but I loved them. Many of them come in handy when one has nothing else to say but the silence requires something to break it. When that happens. I can recommend these interjections:

“Hark! I hear footsteps approaching on horseback.”

“It is, it is. Let us be off!”

“You’ll chase a crow a mile for that someday.”

My favorite thing was my mother’s logic. When being questioned by my father on her latest expenditures, she exclaimed: “Jack, we’re married. That means your money is my money and no one is going to tell me how to spend my money!”