JUST A TALE ABOUT MOTHER

My mother taught us about other girls; how they look and dress to attract men, with makeup and tight clothing.

I do not paint my face, not because I don’t know how, mainly because I as a child, promised my mother I wouldn’t. As for tight clothes, I like breathing.

My mother had seven girls, when we were children, she asked us to promise her we would not wear makeup. She went on to tell us, if a man does grab us; grab hold of his dick and rip it off. 😶

However…she wore red lipstick?

My mother was always very pretty; so pretty men would advance us kids and ask us, what is your sister’s age and, if we would tell them our sister’s name, and ask her if she would go talk to them. <<<>>>Oh bother. Men.

We would laugh, “she is our mom.” Off we would scamper to tell her. She would blush, making her more beautiful.

The older I became she told me; only whores wear red. 🫣 but she wore red lipstick? I of course, always wondered about that. Hmm. She only wore lipstick, when she went out with her girlfriends.

To this day I cannot administer this makeup to my face. I do not know how; I look like a floozie. 😎 I guess it takes practice.

One day much older, I decided to dress all in red; yes, shoes as well. the face paint wasn’t going to be a problem, lol; not knowing how to wear the stuff. I looked like a street girl, just not standing on the corner. I laughed at myself in the mirror, most certainly looking like my mother’s rendition of a whore. ( nasty word ) shit, I feel bad typing it, I don’t ever use the word, there are a lot of words I do not use. 🤷‍♀️

Well, I drove myself to my mother’s home; my best straight face. That was hard. I knew what I looked like and what she thought of RED.

When I entered her home she was not in the area where she usually was, so I took my time to unpack my stuff and maintain my composure; get the giddiness out of the way, acting normal. 😮‍💨 waiting to shock her.

I figured my mom heard me ruffling around and came to see who was in her home. Me. So, when I figured she was close enough behind me I turned; hey mom. (Don’t laugh, don’t laugh) I kept telling my brain. (Wait, see what she says. 😏 That’s it stay straight faced.)

She said NOTHING!!

WHAT? 🤨 . . .Mom.

She knew me better than my own self. 😒 the scenario was not what I expected. As she said nothing, I said, “mom don’t you care how I’m dressed? I’m wearing all red?”

“I see that.” Was all she said. So, I said. 🤔, “but you said only whores wear Red? I did all this for nothing?”

Her response… “No, you look very pretty, you should be a model.” 😵‍💫 But I saw her smirk as she turned from me. “Mom, I thought you were going to be shocked or something there like that.” Nope, she played it more cool than me. I guess mother knows best, in the end, I probably should have went on to be a model. More money than factory work.Whatever, I washed my face, kept the clothes on; not bringing a change with me.

She laughed later. 🤣 I heard her.

I love my tales about Mother.

Trying
None

I don’t need makeup. I have always seen my good friend in makeup. That is how I met her. The day I saw her without makeup on, was so very confusing to the eyes. lol.

The End.

BRIDGE OUT OF NOWHERE

Do you have a favorite place you have visited? Where is it?

It was that time of year where I first learn about Halloween. I lived in CHIPMAN New Brunswick, at the time, and my guess would be that I must have been four-years of age.

It just so happened I was with my mother when my older sister came running in calling out, “the costumes are in, the costumes are in. Can I go to Mary Marsden’s and pick out a Halloween mask? Please mommy, please?”

Well now, I do not know what masks are, however, I do know what Mary Marsden’s is. The only General Store in town. She had lots of things in her store and often gave me a candy of some sorts.

Now here’s her, begging to go pick out a mask, and I pleaded out, “mommy can I go to?”

Instantly she yelled, “no. You can’t go with me! I’m going by myself. Mommy can I go and see if there is a mask that I like, please mommy?”

I did ask again and my mother did look down at me, where I was jumping up and down like a crazy baby kangaroo, pleading to go along to see what this mask thing was for a Halloween thing coming soon?

“No you can’t come with me. You can’t. You are too little. I’m going by myself. Mother no.”

Well, the crazy jumping baby kangaroo got the best of things, where mother finally spoke.

“You can go look at the masks and see which one you would like to have, if you take Connie. But. You have to hold her hand.”

Well now, if her eyes could have squinted any tighter they would have been closed. But she begrudgingly said, “okay,” where mother repeated once again, “don’t you dare let go of her hand.” —“I won’t.” —“Promise?” —“I promise.”

So off we went. All the way to the store. Up the short road which was more or less a stones throw for a big person, but for us, probably a minute before reaching the big road that came from our left, and out from under a high railroad track up in the sky that came across the Great Lake.

She held my hand all the way to the road, across the road to Marsden’s, where she let go running up the greying wooden dusty steps and inside. Wham! The big screen door slammed shut.

Yes she left me out on the step. Then once I was in, 🤩! WOW, I loved it in there. And there was Marry, standing behind her counter watching down at me, and me looking way up at her. “What’s a mask? Where did Penny go?”

The store was filled with long stretching racks of plastic holding something on hangers, something I have never seen before, taking up practically the whole store? I couldn’t see Penny if I wanted to, and I wanted to.

Miss Marry pointed as she spoke, “Penny is over there, looking at costumes for Halloween. A mask is something hiding your face when you put the costume on to go trick or treating.”

What ever Marry said, blew over my head like a wind storm. At this point of my little life, I have never heard of this Halloween. So, I found Penny asking, where upon she told me to look by myself, and she was going over there, and off she went, leaving me once again. Only this time, inside the store, standing in the middle of a line of these costumes hanging in plastic bags on hangers.

What next, came as a confused surprise as I pushed apart between the hangers only to witness a very scary up-side down face staring at me, and another, and another and another, until being alerted to Penny’s voice yelling out in great admiration, “I found one! I’m going to tell mommy!” Then the hammer of that big old door slammed shut.

Awe! My heart jumped realizing she left me alone in the store with strangers!!! I went and pushed that old door opened and stepped out on to the platform. She was already across the big road. “Penny. Mommy said you have to hold my hand,”

Well now, she did look, I saw her look both ways and heard her yell, “RUN!”

Well I ran down those steps as fast as speedy Gonzalez, and out to the road.

I heard a massive BAM! Haven’t a clue what that was. But I can tell you it was quiet and dark. As the matter of fact, it was the most blackest of black there could ever be.

“Where am I. And how come I can’t see?” {This is a whole different story. A God thing happened.} But two and one half months later, my mother and her sister came to bring me home from the hospital.

Upon their, arrival, my aunt had bought me one bottle of orange crush and one Oh Henry chocolate bar. My eyes were bigger than my head at having a whole bottle of pop for myself.

Long story I know. But we are soon getting to the Bridge out of nowhere. okay, now I am home with a chocolate bar and a whole bottle of pop, where I only ever got half, a bottle or glass. I can not, tell you the excitement running through me having one whole bottle of pop, orange crush at that, for myself.

But when I got into the house all these kids came running out of nowhere at me asking for a bite of the bar, and a sip of my pop! Within seconds the bar was gone and me not even having a lick. As for the bottle of pop? There was only one sip left, 😲!

Well I took off running like nothing else matters, out the front door and Bam!!!

Well, while I lay in the hospital all that time they finished building the bridge. Nobody, thought to tell me about it.

I woke in the doctor’s car wrapped in a pink blanket in my mother’s arms.

After that I haven’t a clue. But because of that bridge out of nowhere, people would say, “there goes that little Taylor girl gets hit by car everyday.” Of course, I’d get mad, squint, and say, “not every day!”

The picture on my post, is the bridge, in NewBrunswick where I love to visit. My home town CHIPMAN. Only I ever got to go back for a funeral and then to visit my cousins. Everything was gone but that bridge. 😂

The end.

WHAT IS HAPPINESS

What could you let go of, for the sake of harmony?

Harmony is the other way around for me. I could never get rid of anything for the sake of happiness rather gain something, for the sake of happiness.

Everything I have I cherish right down to the jar of paint sitting on the floor, these are my prize possessions makes me happy to see it still sitting there.

Fly? Even the fly floating dead in my glass kettle puts a smile on my face I got to see it before I drank it. Tiny little fruit fly. He needed water. Well makes me happy he got all the water he needed, floating in the ocean of no return rather my face.

Let me tell you though. For absolute harmony it would be additions. I would need additions for absolute harmony.

I smile at everything in my life whether it’s pesky or that jar of paint on the floor.

I’m surrounded with love, complete harmony. My extended happiness would be addition. And addition to what you may ask, addition to my home a larger home. Space. We need space.

I was given the unexpected honour of taking care of four abandoned children, so the only thing to complete this sake of harmony clearly would be addition to this small home.

Yes, this addition, would be complete harmony.

Oh, but wait a minute . . .As she smiles.

I did however get rid of a husband finding complete harmony. Phew!!!

It seemed like I became blind one day and there after, believing I accidentally married my father? Uncle? Brother? My life was not my life anymore, I lived in fear wanting therapy. 

(Do this, do that,

you can’t do this, you can’t do that?

What do you mean friend? You don’t have friends!) Then things progressed to the bad.

Getting rid of an abusive Bully gave me great harmony.