Thanksgiving Dream List

by TerryWalstrom 9 Replies latest jw friends

  • TerryWalstrom

    Thanksgiving Dream List

    1. I give THANKS to Mom, for the blond wig and dress when I was a child (pinch-hitting for the daughter I was meant to be). It was a voyage of self-discovery for me to play cowboy, Tarzan, and Superman in drag in my neighborhood--completely unwitting to my astonishing spectacle presented to the neighbors! Guess how surprised I was to discover how not cool that was!
    2. I give THANKS to Johnny Sauce, the elementary school bully, who tormented me non-stop until that fateful moment in the Boy's restroom (pushing me into the urinal and flushing it repeatedly) when I snapped, turned and smashed his bewildered face. From that moment forward, you couldn't have been nicer to me. I found my self-respect because of you.
    3. I give THANKS to my 7th grade English teacher who promised extra credit for learning and reciting poetry in class. My recitation of all 143 verses of Rime of the Ancient Mariner made me a superstar in the eyes of my classmates.
    I found power in words worked wonders for me.
    4. I give THANKS to art teacher Aubrey Mayhew. You forced me to abandon my Business, Accounting, and Short Hand electives to transfer into Commercial Art classes. You gave me a glimpse of what my natural talents are and advised me toward a career in Art rather than a lockstep clerk in an office the rest of my life.
    5. I give THANKS to my 1st best friend, Johnny Santa Cruz, who turned my world upside down in every way. You modeled an outgoing, friendly temperament for me to study and imitate until I could fake it to make it my own. You taught me about the Bible and invited me into your religious organization and helped me hone my public speaking skills, study habits, and rebuttal talents. Neither of us knew it was a cult. Well, dammit--it IS A CULT.
    You are dead now and remained faithful to the end despite all our conversations, debate, and exasperated heart to heart talks. You and I will always be best buddies even though you stopped talking to me. I understand. It's an F**KING shame is all I want to add.
    6. I give THANKS to my "Brothers" in Federal Prison who were closer and more dear to me than life itself. We were there out of conscience and trod willingly (we thought) a road paved with good intentions. Yes, we were useful tools--but our love was real. None of us kept in touch after parole, of course, we were swallowed up in the race to the End of the world.
    7. I give THANKS to Issac Asimov, Ray Bradbury, John Steinbeck, Mortimer J. Adler, Ayn Rand, T.E. Lawrence, Steve Allen, Orson Welles---my intellectual heroes growing up, inspiring me to develop talent and intellect and craft my writing and speech to thoughtful and precise and---entertaining and outrageous.
    8. I give THANKS to Dimitri Tiomkin, Maurice Jarre, John Barry, Elmer Bernstein, Miklos Rosza, Franz Waxman, Lalo Schifrin, Claus Ogerman, Antonio Carlos Jobim, Frank Sinatra, Matt Monro, Jerry Goldsmith, Ennio Morricone, for being the pilot light in my soul, the comfort for my many broken-hearted hours on Earth. You are my music heroes.
    9. I give THANKS to my children, Laura, Jason, Vanessa, Terry, Nicholas, Lillian, and Helena who are the only greatness I've ever truly experienced as beloved, cherished, and eternal souls forever bonded by love. The best part of life, the truest exemplification of the divine, and a never-ending wellspring of Hope for the future.

    10. I give THANKS to my Ex-JW Brothers and Sisters who've had the enormous courage to wipe the Watchtower off their ass and commence a New Life with a totally revise World View--from scratch.
    To those who have posted here and read my scribbling for over a decade--I tip my hat, bow my head and say a self-prayer of sincere gratitude.


    P.S. I dreamed this list as I lay sleeping last night. When I awoke, I wondered: "Why not post it?"

  • Still Totally ADD
    Still Totally ADD

    Thank you Terry for those encouraging words. Have a great Thanksgiving. Still Totally ADD aka David

  • Xanthippe

    Thanks Terry, sounds like it's been a hell of a ride!

  • TerryWalstrom

    LUBY'S Thanksgiving lunch
    It's time to stand in line outside LUBY'S cafeteria.
    Last year, the queue went on and on like a TED monologue.
    Hours posted claim 11 a.m. for the doors to open.
    In front of me is a little old blue-haired lady with a walker.
    Behind me is a tall Barbie-doll look-alike with millions of $ worth of plastic surgery. I'd say she's about 90 years old.
    LUBY'S management decide to open a half hour early.
    I ask the Ass. Mgr., "Felt sorry for us out here?"
    Ass. Mgr.: "If customers drive up and see a crowd ahead of them, they give-up and go home."
    I take this as a "Nope."

    We shuffle our feet like convicts on a chain gang, stand in a slow-moving line with our tray and wrapped utensils.

    The food array is colorful, festive, varied, and steaming hot!

    Customers ahead of me are not quick to make choices--no sirree!
    It's like they've been asked to select between styles of headstones and whether to go for the marble finish or the faux gloss composite.

    I move by increments of pyramid inches.
    I've watched slugs cross a sidewalk faster than this!

    AT LAST!
    I want the fried fish--but the guy ahead of me gets the last one.
    I switch to fried chicken instead.

    "Could I have cream gravy, please?"

    A dollop is applied.
    "Candied yams and dressing, please."

    I grab a coffee cup and pump the thermos.
    We slide along the metal rack to the register, pay, search for a remaining seat near the window.

    I'm observing what appear to be shell-shocked seniors as they stare at their fork, overhear absolutely no conversations, and dab my mouth with the napkin now and then.

    There's lots of meat on this chicken. (Vegans--don't read that last part.)
    The side dishes are tasty. I quaff two cups of coffee and nibble on my cornbread.
    The place is filling up fast.

    Finally, I grab my hat, flouncy red scarf and leave.
    As I exit, I'm not surprised to see at least a hundred people in line outside and more soon to follow.
    Who wants to cook these days?
    Not me.

  • stillin

    Thanks for the Dream List, Terry. Thanks for not forgetting who you are and how you got there. Thanks for the humanity that you added to the human race.

  • smiddy3

    I give THANKS to my 1st best friend, Johnny Santa Cruz,

    Well i just had to respond to this one as it was a John Santa Cruz who first made me aware of Jehovah`s Witnesses who was a co-worker of mine here in Australia and was instrumental in getting me to be baptised about 18 months later in the 1960`s.

    He had been brought up in the religion had his own problems and was just getting back into it when he contacted me.

    A very sensitive guy who was different from my usual friends and was a bit paranoia about persecution because they had the "truth" and that somehow appealed to me a bit .

    One thing he said to me after I was in it for a couple of years was "one day you will probably hate me for bringing you into this religion "

    But I never blame him for that ,it was my choice my decision .For my own reasons .

    And after I left the job where we worked together at I lost contact with him and that`s going back to the 1950`s .

  • Tameria2001

    I like this, and here is mine.

    I give thanks to my husband for several reasons. Being patient with me, until I figured out the Watchtower was full of bunk. For being a wonderful provider, and putting up with the abuse heaped on him by the JWs and his JW father, who all made him feel like crap because he was at work and not at their "precious" meetings. For putting up with me and all the crap that I had put him through. I was a victim of child abuse (sexual, physical, and mental), and it took me several years in learning how to deal with my past and to finally mellow out. I did warn him before we got very far into our relationship that I was a basket case. We just celebrated our 25 wedding anniversary.

    I give thanks for my two wonderful sons, who both have totally opposite personalities. My eldest is married, and the younger one is in his third year of college. I also give thanks for having a lovely daughter in law, who's strangly simular to me in our attude about everything. And for giving me the cutest little grandson, who looks like a little clone of his daddy. One side is my son at one month, and the other is his son at the same age.

    His mother wrote the comment just above the pictures.

    I'm thankful that I get an opportunity to now enjoy the holdiays with the little guy. My boys were 4 and 6 when we left the Watchtower, and all it's teaching. I'm really looking forward to next year.

    As much as I don't want to admit to it, I also give thanks to a certain elder who made it possible for me to work on the Kingdom Hall projects. That was where I met my hubby at. While there I learn quite a bit of things that has saved me a lot of money over the years in minor electrical repairs and up keep.

    I'm thankful for my non-JW in-laws for stepping in and filling in the gap that my JW relatives left wide open to my children.

    I'm thankful for getting to know many of the wonderful people here, and knowing I'm not the only one dealing with what we all deal with after leaving the organization.

  • zeb


    thanks for your input here. Now i know what the "Thanksgiving" is about.

    It is one American tradition we could do with here.

  • TerryWalstrom

    It's very rewarding to read heartfelt responses to this rather wacky list of mine.
    When my last crop of kids were still small, on Thanksgiving we'd drive to the Jewish in-laws house and have a formal meal. I had the three of them sit and watch a Formal Eitquette video which I thought was so stiff and proper so as to be hilarious with the arbitrary rules about everything. The kids rolled their eyes and chuckled. I thought "that's that."
    When we sat down to eat, like clockwork, all three of them went through every single "proper"movement and spoke with posh British dialect. This was hilarious. But, you know something? They got something out of knowing "proper" social etiquette. It's something to file away "as needed" later on in life.
    Recently, I had a remarkable opportunity to travel to Europe and eat in a right proper traditional restaurant in London (RULES). I ate with some internet "friends" I'd never met and suddenly that silly video came in handy for me!
    I mention all this for a reason.
    If we give unpleasant, silly, or downright awful people a re-think as to their ultimate impact on the history of our life--we can almost always find a positive take-away indispensable in some way.
    Am I reaching to far for that one? Maybe :)

  • stillin

    I had a guy that worked with me tell me that working with somebody that doesn't use bad language was a good exercise for him.

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