| A personal story of honor and internet: Since
my heart health history reminds me of "Only the Good Die Young",
I try to take advantage of all helps. I don´t smoke, drink,
or chew, have low cholesterol and actually enjoy exercise. My other
ace in the hole is my belief in one of the Ten, "Honor Thy
Father and Thy Mother"---so that you may live long on the
Earth. This commandment with its corollary catches my attention.
One way to honor my mother--for sure--and my step-dad--maybe--is
to perform. She loves music and drama and laughter, especially
when her kids or grandkids are involved. My mother also loves
antiques; nothing is really any good until it´s at least
thirty years old.
Once upon a time, she had an old book, a favorite book, a
cute children´s story about a Norwegian Christmas called A
Grandma for Christmas. It was either lost or stolen. She
searched every nook for such a book. She had her children do
the same. Twenty years of searching and no A Grandma for
Christ.
Wanting to extend my life a little, I became more aggressive.
I went to the Minot Public Library and asked them to search
for me. They found the book hiding in the University of Minnesota
library. The U of M forwarded to me in Minot, and sure enough,
it was the very book we had sought for years. But, it was not
mine. Should I break the "steal" commandment to follow
the "Mom and Dad" commandment...............No, not
in the days of the Internet.
I copied all the pertinent information from my borrowed copy
of A Grandma for Christmas and sent the book back to
the Twin Cities. Then I took off in cyberspace and landed at
the Abracadabra Bookstore in Denver. They had the book! They
-of course- would sell me the book at a highly inflated but
palatable price. I said, "Forget it"........no I
didn´t--I snapped it up and it sits hidden in my house
as I type.
I also took the story and wrote it into a mini-musical--my
Mom loves musicals. My step-dad--they´re OK. I recruited
my family and my sister´s family and members of other
families and this cast will perform A Grandma for Christmas in
Wilton, ND on Dec. 7 and 8 in the Presbyterian Church. My folks
have no clue. They know we are doing the annual Christmas show,
but we haven´t told them what it is.
I did break one commandment--the one about false witness.
I told my mother we were going to do a repeat performance of
an old play she´d already seen. I´m not sensing any
guilt. I only hope I live long enough to pull this off.
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