the stranger

[Judy Harder]

I wasn't sure where to put this one. It is in a class by itself.
If you would rather I NOT share with you these thoughtful messages, let me know and I won't put them on here.
Hugs and God bless. Judy


The Stranger

A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small Texas town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger...he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.

If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind.

Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)

Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home... Not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our longtime visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush.

My Dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol. But the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing.

I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the  stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked... And NEVER asked to leave.

More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has  blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures. His name?....

We just call him,"TV."

[Wilma]

That is so true.  And I don't know of a better place to post it.  Maybe someone else does.  As for my visitor, most of the time the profanity, bedroom scenes, etc. are not tolerated as I control the remote.  I am finding the old shows, Murder She Wrote, Diagnosis Murder, Golden Girls(they do get away with their innuendoes) Charmed(there is a little too much cleavage, but they are beautiful young ladies).  As I have said before, I am just an old lady.  I don't have to put up with anything I don't like.

[Janet Harrington]

Judy, this is great.  Keep up the thoughtful messages.  You never know when something might hit home.

[Jo McDonald]

  Either hit home, OR bite you in the butt.   Or maybe both.