Word: mama
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Nadra, moved with her to a jungle village north of Singapore. After VJ, the Hertoghs were repatriated to Holland. As best they could, they tried to find Che Aminah and their lost daughter, finally found them last May. Then they ran into fierce emotional barriers. Che Aminah insisted that mama Hertogh had given her Bertha. The girl, now 13 years old and brought up as a Moslem, did not want to leave her foster home...
...really like. But he can carry a tune . . ." After three hours of coaching, needling and playbacks, they finished You're Just in Love and Get Out Those Old Records (including a reference to My Heart Belongs to Daddy). By the time they were through, Larry, said mama, had found out "there is more to singing than just singing...
...letters in these years lack the personal touches found in those of the younger F.D.R. Nonetheless, there are occasional notes to his "Dearest Mama," reassuring her that "it was only a 2 day cold in the nose." And to his wife ("Dearest Babs") he found time to send a teasing letter declaring that, after worrying all week whether she wanted "undies, dresses, hats, shoes, sheets, towels, rouge, soup plates, candy, flowers, lamps, laxation pills, whisky, beer, etchings or caviar" for their wedding anniversary, "I GIVE...
Nobody knew before what people really thought of the womb, because nobody ever asked. Thanks to dianeties, we learn; "it is very noisy in the womb . . . The womb is wet, uncomfortable, and unprotected." All in all, the first nine months are the hardest. "Mama sneezes, baby gets knocked 'unconscious.' Papa hits Mama, baby gets an engram. Junior bounces on Mama's lap, baby gets an engram. And so it goes." Besides these normal hazards, all Hubbard's patients have a pre-natal history of beatings by the father and attempted abortions by the mother. Small wonder that the child emerges...
...dynamic sermons. In his church, dressed in a cutaway, he prowls back & forth on the platform, crouching like a boxer (he was once an excellent amateur), leaping forward to his full height, gesticulating expressively, sweeping his listeners along. Sometimes he interrupts to point out his mother. "Stand up, Mama, and let the folks see you. There's my mom," he cries, as the congregation applauds. And then he tugs at heartstrings: "You all remember little redheaded Oliver Crockett who used to sit right down there and sing so loud every Sunday. Well, you will be shocked...