Never catch a sister unawares: the first ministerial lesson to be learned. Perhaps most brothers were at office jobs while Dr. Briggs made his daily round of pastoral visits to (mostly female) parishioners. To prevent a surprise visit, he would park his sweet 1930s ride in front of each home and faux tinker with the car to give housekeepers time to tidy up. That’s a thoughtful, if not exhausted, parson. It’s the little things that make a difference.
And on a purely aesthetic note, isn’t this a gem of a literal window inside the life of a person in 1941? So warm and serene in the home, so placid and white with snow outside. How comforting it must have been to know someone thought enough of you to drive to see you each day. Even a kind word from a milk man or mailman must have made the day of someone confined to his home. I have read that as you age, you begin to feel invisible, and just a gesture of conversation could serve to validate your existence. I raise my coffee mug to each of you today, validating your worth and purpose in existence!
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And I raise my mug of tea back to you, Kerbey. Never know exactly what i’ll get here (though snark is usuallt a safe bet 😉 ) and today I was touched by your frank and lovely sentiments.
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I didn’t sleep last night, so…I’m off my game. 🙂
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Well sweet sentiment becomes you. But then so does snark. You are a multi- faceted woman. I agree with Liz. Frankly I am never getting old. If I do I can near guarantee I will be anything but invisible. So when will # 3 be seen? I mean shouldn’t a post called Secrets of a Parson have a little spice, a little notoriety? Or am I thinking of something else?
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Life magazine didn’t put a teaspoon of spice into this essay. He shovels snow and stokes a furnace and gets his hair cut. No Jessica Hahn in there at all.
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I think the Parson’s car is actually on the fritz and he has no worldy idea how he’s going to get the heck out of the gaze of the woman at the window. It’s Hitchcockian. Cue the murder music. Oh, mama, is that a wig …
Actually, Kerbey, I quite enjoyed your far sweeter, ruminative take on life in 1941. Good job. Keep up the great work.
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Whew! I didn’t make up the tinkering part; it did say that. Perhaps Hump Day manana will lend itself to snark.
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Perhaps, but the smooth and kind you is very delightful as well, Kerbey. Equally.
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🙂
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Hey, some nice, kind words and thoughts you’ve given us! And I’ll raise my coffee mug to you tomorrow morning!
Mind you, I did chuckle at the picture…I once owned a Landrover Defender that I spent a lot of time outside someone’s house (frequently) with the bonnet up and me tinkering around…and strewth, let me tell you, not a kind word was ever said 😉
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Ha!
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