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This Raggie Loves Her Litter
By "Momma Kitty" – AKA Briana Wall
How times have changed. Years ago there was a group of people in northwestern Connecticut who were referred to as "raggies." They existed in little cabins and tarpaper shacks tucked away in mountain coves. A typical raggie farm was a half acre of land, the rest nature. They lived in squalor, intermarried (when they married at all), and a dozen men, women and children were often crowded in a two-room shack. Cider brandy was usually the choice of beverage for all, and the women usually had one child a year. The raggies were self-sufficient, though their life style was frowned upon by other more "acceptable" people.
Today’s version of a raggie is much different. Test yourself and see if you are a raggie.
You are a raggie if:
• you have four children
• you have an unregistered vehicle (hidden behind a 2’ to 8’ high stockade fence) out of the neighbors’ view
• you change your dining room into a bedroom to accommodate your growing "litter"
• you live with your husband and all your children and are a stay-at-home mom
• you allow your children to play freely in their own yard
• you allow your children to get dirty while playing (they are washable)
You are not a raggie if:
• you have two children, at the same time (the other three from previous marriages don’t count)
• you keep your unregistered vehicle in full view of the neighbors in someone else’s yard, then call zoning on the hidden vehicle at your neighbor’s
• you change your garage into a bedroom and then into a dining room
• you live with your boyfriend and spend most of your children’s waking hours away at work, and he spends every waking moment with his lawn, or peeking in others’ windows (and allowing your kids to do the same) with binoculars
• you don't allow your children to play in their own yard, but they can play in your neighbors’ yards
• playing in the street is only allowed for your children; others must play in their yards only
• your children can go in others’ mailboxes, and use sidewalk chalk in others’ driveways or on others’ sidewalks, but not your own
• you tell your neighbors’ children that you will call the police when they play at your end of the street or use your sidewalk
• and, lower than low, you use your kids to gain access to people’s personal lives for your own sadistic pleasure, because you have absolutely no life of your own
Well, how did you do? I guess I am a raggie. But I love my "litter" and wouldn't trade it for anything.
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