Letters to the Editor
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This reminded me of pleasant conversation with non-kooky fundie's (fundamentalist) who were not trying to "save" me from a Life of degradations
The hard working couple had two wonderfully entertaining daughters.
`One 9-year old excelled in school, loved books, and a blossoming personality.
Adults didn't intimidate either of the two girls. Both daughters were special.
Both children were included in all dinner conversation and permitted to speak.
`The younger daughter was "slow" and a non-academic achiever. At birth?
Maybe something went wrong? She's make funny little sounds for attention.
Sorta "weird" .... different.
The oldest 9-year old was "gifted" ...The younger child (6?), sorta good-odd.
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The remembrance story the parents shared with me came to mind as I Read.
Thanks Ann Bauer.
The youngest girl needed more discipline. Social graces were non-existence.
QUIET Time meant go sit in the bedroom for reflection, followed by discussion.
The "punishment" gave the parents an opportunity to Listen to a Beautiful girl.
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The parents eavesdropped during the child's prayer time. (NSA?) gads.
The young daughter would fein a pout, a stomp march, and a slight door slam.
Parents would hear her pray from outside the bedroom door...
Parents outside the room learned from the "not-so-brilliant" and slower learner.
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Overheard: As if steam, snorting, and puffing sweet voice chanted and God heard.
A notion of a Listening Deity?
After a child petitioned a God?
God talked back? The child's voice intonation changed. She role played a divinity?
A god-guttural was full of care? "God" bellowed*
"What's wrong today? Mom and dad?
They can't get along again? You can't have a candy bar before bed? They sloppy?
You need to clean your bedroom? Your dad as stinky breath?
`"With a child's mimicry of a god-voice, *"Well. Tell Them that's not fair!"
God would say, "I can't do nothing about it."
God rumbled, "You do something about it!"
It's a bit paraphrased as I tell the story....
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I hope I'm telling about a often harsh adult pantomime vs. a child's innocent view.
God says in a mean way, a paddle in the hand, no affection in the voice, club ready!
`To me?
"Shad Up. Why did you bring home a little egg layer bantam hen with baby peeps?
And a baby lamb to feed and hear go baa baa. Lambs hate the tether! What a jerks!"
"Adults have no common sense.
The baby lamb is baaing now."
God says in a natural tone,
Not too harsh, sweet, "Baa. baa."