dave 45-90
01-02-2018, 08:11 PM
Some On Here May Be Clueless
But those that understand will smile
Five years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger
Who was new to our small 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 long time 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 by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the
Values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked
... And NEVER asked to leave.
Almost sixty 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''s 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.'
He has a wife now...we call her 'Computer.'
Their first child was "Cell Phone".
Second child "I Pod "
And JUST BORN A FEW YEARS AGO WAS a Grandchild:
IPAD
And One It Goes
But those that understand will smile
Five years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger
Who was new to our small 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 long time 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 by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the
Values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked
... And NEVER asked to leave.
Almost sixty 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''s 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.'
He has a wife now...we call her 'Computer.'
Their first child was "Cell Phone".
Second child "I Pod "
And JUST BORN A FEW YEARS AGO WAS a Grandchild:
IPAD
And One It Goes