The sayting for this week is: hoodgee - boodgee. I haven't a clue where it came from or what it means. I can't find anything similar in the extra large Amish/Pennsylvania Dutch dictionary. But here's the storry about hoodgee-boodgee.
Dad would hide on his hands and knees behind the door way that led into the kitchen, and when we came out of the kitchen he would jump out and yell, "hood-gee, bood-gee" -- haven't a clue how to spell that one. It was a game he played with us. We knew it was coming, too, but he always surprised us with it because he didn't always do that.
He always scared us, made us jump, run away screaming, and laughing so hard we nearly -- well, you know what we nearly did. Fortunately the house was small and the necessary room was right in the path of our dodge of the "hoodgee-boodgee". Run into that room and lock the door and the bad old hoodgee-boodgee couldn't touch you.
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