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Day 95

April 5, 2017 — Five Things No One Warned Me About

  1. At eighteen, having a job, having money in my pocket, hanging out with friends, and meeting boys was great fun. However, staying in college and getting a degree really is more important.
  2. After a (very) brief stint working retail in the late 1970’s, I learned that some people are animals. If there are no witnesses to hold them accountable, people do things in stores that can make you vomit.
  3. When I went to work on the night shift at a hospital, I quickly learned that stuff… weird stuff happens. The night tribe is a completely different breed, and they are beacons, if you will, to the other things/beings that come out after the sun goes down.
  4. Working with the night tribe is addictive. I met people and learned things about myself that I really like.
  5. Don’t get too comfortable where you are in life or you’ll stop taking chances.

Day 85

March 26, 2017 – Swing Set

Many, many years ago, the school sytem here in town wanted to expand one of their Vo-Tech buildings. In order to do that, they had to purchase all the homes on a full city block, all four sides. My Granny Ware hated to move but there wasn’t any choice in the matter.

My dad and my four uncles all showed up to her house on moving day with their pick up trucks. My brothers and sisters, and all my cousins sat in the bed of the trucks to keep things from falling out on the drive to the new house. It was a lot of fun and we laughed a lot.

Granny had a swing set in her backyard. I’m honestly not sure which of the men had the bright idea not to disassemble it, but to place the whole thing in the back of one of the trucks. Some of my older, heavier boy cousins sat in the swings, then the menfolk placed two girls at each leg, standing with our arms wrapped firmly around them to hold everything steady.

Believe me when I tell you that was one of the most exhilirating rides I’d ever been on. Roller coasters are wonderful, I love them. However, standing in the bed of a moving truck, hanging onto the leg of a swing set, with no safety gear or seat belt between me and the pavement… yeah.

It makes me laugh, and feel sweaty and anxious every time I think about it!

Day 79

The First Memory I Have Is:

A little background first – the house my parents owned until I was four, sat on ten acres. The house was at the front, with a detached garage, and a barn. The rest of the property was fenced, and my dad bought a calf each year to raise for beef in our freezer, and he boarded horses for a couple of guys who competed in the rodeo circuits in and around Misery.

One memory is really clear, I believe it is a true memory, rather than just hearing family tell the story over the years.

Cathy and I may have been four, but were probably still three. Our older brother, who was twelve or thirteen, convinced us that we could get pillowcases from our bedroom, and if we jumped out of the barn loft, the pillow cases would work exactly like parachutes and we’d float slowly to the ground.

I distinctly remember standing beside Cathy in the loft, looking down at my brother shouting encouragements up to us. Then, I remember my Dad coming out of the back door at a dead run, my brother taking off around the side of the house and continuing on down the road, never looking back. We climbed down the ladder and out of the barn, much to my Dad’s relief. He told us that the next time Steve hatched a plan, one or both of us should run it by him or our mom first.

While it was actually happening, I do not remember being scared until our dad came outside and started yelling. Now, that I’m older, with kids and grandkids, I realize just how frightened he was.

When our brother finally made his way home, he was banished to his room the rest of the night, and again the next evening, after school.

Thankfully, it’s only a story of what could have been, with a really funny ending.

Day 78

Sunday was a lazy day.

Other than running the dishwasher and doing a couple loads of laundry, my behind has been sitting or reclining.

  1. The Walking Dead is finally gearing up to the uprising and (hopefully) end of The Saviors. Since the season premier, I’ve wanted to see Negan’s brains splattered all over the pavement, just like he did to Glenn and Abraham. Yeah…
  2. The Feud with Susan Sarandon and Jessica Lange gives me the feels. It is definitely not what I expected, but I couldn’t possibly enjoy it any more than I already do. My parents didn’t go to the theater as they were notoriously cheap, and had no problem waiting a year or two for a movie to play on television. We watched it as a family and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Whenever it plays on television, I still watch. Honestly, I had no idea that both Bette and Jane had such horrible lives, and I can definitely understand how that shaped them into the mean, jealous, competitive, and amoral women portrayed in The Feud.
  3. Hap and Leonard — I found this on Netflix yesterday, and it’s awesome. A Sundance original, Netflix only has the first season. The second is currently playing, but I don’t have the channel. Hopefully I can find it streaming on one of the pirate sites, rather than wait a year for Netflix to get season two.

That’s all I’ve got – I was a complete slug today.

Day 60

March 1, 2017 Describe a memory or encounter in which you considered your faith, religion, spirituality – or lack of – for the first time.

Warning: this is an ugly story and you may want to skip it.

In 1972, when Cathy and I were 13, our father was diagnosed with a meningioma, which is a tumor that forms on the membranes that cover the brain and spinal cord just inside the skull. These tumors are often slow-growing and as many as 90% are benign. However, some grow quickly, cause serious problems, and are fatal.

Unfortunately, Daddy-o had the latter.

My family – maternal and paternal – were of the Pentecostal demonimation. There was a revival at the church my dad’s people attended, and on the third night, the headliner was a faith healer. My grandmother asked for an article of my dad’s clothing, and my mom gave her one of his linen handkerchiefs.

The night of the main event arrived, my grandmother, and my dad’s two brothers showed up at the house, grabbed Cathy and me, and dragged us along. The speaker gave his sermon, then asked if anyone wished to be healed. Our grandmother forced the handerchief into my hand, then pushed and shoved Cathy and me into the aisle and all the way to the front of the church. She spoke to the healer, told him my dad’s story.

The man took my hand in his, put the handerchief in my palm, placed Cathy’s hand on top, then put his other hand on top of hers and prayed. It seemed to go on for hours, though truthfully, it was probably less than a minute. He finally released us and we stumbled back to our seats.

My dad died a couple of weeks later.

After we got home from the hospital, people were showing up by carloads. When my grandmother got there, she was overwhelmed, which is perfectly understandable. But… she stood in front of Cathy and me, pointed her finger, and announced to the house that our daddy died because we didn’t have enough faith and pray hard enough.

Yeah… that fucked us up for a long time.

365 Writing Prompts – Day 41

February 10, 2017 Things My Parents Told Me That Are True

  1. “There are more things in heaven and earth, Connie, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
    Granted, it’s a quote from Hamlet, but my beloved Daddy-o was the first person I heard recite it. It was his go-to when telling us to keep an open mind.
  2. “Things don’t come easy to us, we have to work hard for everything we have. So, find something you’re good at and like doing. Then, when you do get something nice, you know you earned it.”
    My Dad teaching us work ethic.
  3. “Quit gossiping! When you’re standing at the pearly gates, no one is going to judge you for what someone else did!”
    My Momma, and she was absolutely correct.
  4. “As long as both have passed the age of consent, no one is being forced to do anything they don’t want to do, and you’re not a participant, it’s none of your business who loves who!
    Again, my sweet Momma.
  5. Cha-cha-cha!
    Both parents. Whenever they would sing a song to us, sing along with the radio or television, every song ended with “cha-cha-cha!” Honestly, when you think about it, that really does make any song better…