New Dad

I didn't know what to think of my new dad. Oh, he seemed nice enough, but so did Hazel before she became supreme leader of our household when I was five. She took good care of us she said on numerous occasions. We had a roof over our heads and plenty of food to eat. What more could we possibly want?

With much angst Hazel passed the reigns of control over to Royal Orville, an Indian from West Virginia who (or is it whom?) Mother had fallen in love with while visiting his church, The Church of God, one Sunday morning in 1956. He was sitting in the pew behind Mother. The pastor asked everyone to "Please stand up, look to your left, look to your right, in front and in back of you. These are all God's children and you should tell them hello, shake their hands and tell them you love them as God loves them." It was love at first sight. Royal Orville and Mother locked eyes and both said, "I love you" in unison. They were still holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes when everyone else sat down. Even though it seemed like a minute, it was probably only 50 or 55 seconds before the pastor finally brought them out of their love daze by throwing a hymnal book at Royal Orville.  Okay, I made all that up. All I know is they met in church.

Hazel out. Royal Orville in. The jury's out, too. What kind of supreme leader will he be? Only time will tell.

This post is the latest in a series of posts that begin 9/23/15. That post is called Acorn in an Apple Suit. But in reality the story really starts way before that because this year's blog is a cartoon of my life.