I tell ya we're quite a crew.... I've LOLd twice and I'm trying to pretend it was a cough ... Reminds of days in my Dad's church when I tried do very hard to behave...
When I didn't? He would stop his sermon and summon to move up the aisle in front of God and evah body to go sit by my Mother ...,
I, of course, didn't do that NE more but he continued to that when the other kids misbehaved because it worked do well...
Meanwhile I was the one continually humiliated ...
I would cry and ask him why ... although I was to never talk or question anything he or my Mother told me to do.
Then?! Mother would pinch me if I squirmed too much or had a tear or anything but look straight ahead...
I had bruises on my arms and legs throughout my childhood ... I wised up in my teens and told the rest of the kids I'd beat the compound crap outta if em if my Dad did that to me ....
I have such lovely memories or churchdom...
It's funny sitting here being reminded of laughing in church...
Don't think I'd get sent anywhere to be humiliated but well ... Old memories die hard ... especially since this tax help place is held in the rec hall of a church...
man oh man
Carolyn
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When my son was little, his dad would be up at the lectern saying something pious, and Phil and I would start getting amused about something. I'd have to take us both out to laugh before we got too carried away at our seats.
ReplyDeleteLuckily, the protocol did not encourage deviating from the set sermon/topic, so he couldn't call us out from up there. Not that he would have done that more than once.
Roxanne
The Good Luck Duck
Yes there is always places where it sis hard not to laugh... like at a wake!
ReplyDeleteIt seems that it is harder when not at the proper place and the proper time, but when you should be smilling can't crack one!
Carolyn, I kind of messed up on my comment today while trying to catch up. I read both post and I left my comment on the previous post.
ReplyDeleteTake care. hugs. JB
oh, lord Roxanne... I just can't see you as a minister's wife... unbelievable.... something pious... HAHAaaaa.. oh, man
ReplyDeleteWhen I became the church pianist? I was about 13 or 14... I played all kinds of tricks to keep me from --- well, I just tuned everything out and thought of when I'm 18? outta here...
and I did.
I played for revivals! funerals! weddings! church services - you name it. I had no choice.
I also sang .. and as a Methodist family ... we were moved by the conference ... Daddy stayed one place for 11 years!
I wasn't very good... ;)
I divorced myself from my family and church at 16. I had little games I would play to get me through Sundays --- hated them... I can not tell you how much ... how very very much I hated Sundays.
sad, really
We survived, eh? what was your husband's faith? lectern?
Hi, Richard ... ain't it the truth... there was one pal in school that all we had to do is look at each other and the giggling started...
ReplyDeleteLasted that way until she died about 15 years ago.. can't believe she died at 53! complete bummer
We had one teacher that refused to let us be in the same class together..
HAhaaaa
I answered you Julia on the 'other' post...
ReplyDeletethank you ... ;)