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Photo of my brother and me in our Halloween costumes circa 1958
There were holidays and laughing and the years past and things were Ordinary For God’s Sake. The little girl wasn’t really good or bad.
She hated chores and ran away to play when she was suppose to shake the rugs outside.
But for God’s Sake who wouldn’t.
She was afraid of her mom and stayed quiet or slept in the corner but for God’s Sake who didn’t.
They went camping and they all ate goulash and lefse, no one had heard of gluten free for God’s Sake.
She was bullied at school by a large older boy, so she wouldn’t eat her lunch or play on the play ground; her mom told her to ‘get over it’ but for God’s Sake who could.
She wanted to take tap dance lessons. The dog chewed a hole in her new tap shoe.
Her mom said that was good because the little girl had no rhythm and would never be a dancer, for God’s Sake.
At deer season her dad brought home dead Bambi and hung him in the garage with the blood dripping on the floor. They made Bambi into meat and told her to eat. Night after night she sat at the dining room table until dark because she refused.
Can God be mad at her, it was Bambi for God’s Sake? She loved her dolls and made them her ‘real’ family. The family went to church every Sunday.
For God’s Sake.
