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Thread: The Stranger

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    Super Member Ditter43's Avatar
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    Crystal River Florida

    The Stranger

    The Stranger
    A few 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... well, 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 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.

    He has a wife now....we call her 'Computer.'

    Their first child is "Cell Phone".

    Second child "I Pod "

    And JUST BORN THIS YEAR WAS a Grandchild:


    .....and their influence dominates our lives.

    (Note: This should be required
    reading for every household!)
    I quilt, therefore I am.

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    Power Poster Mariposa's Avatar
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    Jul 2010
    Eastern Washington
    Too funny, and so true! Thanks for sharing!
    Be a blessing to others, as you may entertain angels unaware!

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    Super Member valleyquiltermo's Avatar
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    Aug 2011
    I figured it was a TV about half way through, but wasn't expecting the rest about pcs and cells and such. Great read!!
    Sweet Dreams come from under Cozy Quilts made with love.
    Life is short, take time to enjoy it. Play with your kids and g-kids,
    and do what you can for others.

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    Super Member MaryStoaks's Avatar
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    Dec 2008
    La Quinta, CA
    Thanks Ditter!

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    Junior Member QuiltnMyra's Avatar
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    Nov 2012
    Southern NSW Australia
    That's incredible, Ditter. I didn't guess and was not expecting the ending. How easy it has been for our home to accept its own stranger and how he has influenced our lives too; and his wife, and his children and grandchildren. I am pondering .... is he the reason I quilt? He can get on with doing what he does best while I can completely withdraw from him and his family and do what I love best. Of course, we can all still enjoy some time together, but he no longer dominates. Thank you.
    Mary B

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    Jan 2012
    Thanks Ditter. I passed it on.

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    Super Member MaryMo's Avatar
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    Oct 2011
    that's a good one, Ditter! so true!
    Make it a scrappy happy day!

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    Abingdon, MD
    I was totally surprised by the end of the story. Thank you for sharing.

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    Super Member JoyjoyMarie's Avatar
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    Dover DE
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    Love the story. It's so true! (But I do love the I-pad that hubby bought for "us" at Christmas--- it is keeping him occupied while I am going nuts with my winter quilting jag!)

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    Oh Ditter ~ this is so true! How I wish my kids and grandkids could see some of the good old days.

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