For Maya’s book club meeting tomorrow, we’ve asked the girls to write a one page biographical story. It can be anything that has happened to them that they want to write down. It can be funny, sad, whatever.
Here is mine:
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It was Christmas 1970.
I was three years old. I looked like this:
I'm on the right. That's my friend Gena on the left.
At the local Methodist Church, the annual Christmas pageant was a well attended event, sure to pack the small country sanctuary. At three years of age, I too would have a part; a Bible verse to memorize and say out loud, on stage, in front of everyone.
I have no idea what verse was assigned to me.
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Mamaw, as we called my grandmother on my father’s side, was very solicitous that I should learn the verse. Every time I saw her in the weeks leading up to the event she would ask, “Do you know your piece?” ”Make sure you say your piece pretty, now,” and the like.
Finally the day came. I have only the vaguest of memories of the big crowd and my grandmother sitting in the front row with my parents. I don’t remember seeing my brother there, but maybe he was waiting in the wings for his own part. In any case, I walked out on stage in my dress (and probably wearing black patent leather shoes)….and said nothing.
I stared at the crowd as only a three year old can.
My grandmother leaned forward and whispered loudly, “Say your piece!”, just as she had so many times before, and so I looked out and said, in my best stage voice,
“Peace!”
I don’t remember the laughter but my Mom said it was so loud and long she thought it might scare me, but it didn’t. After everyone quieted down I said my verse and left the stage.
Christmas 1970. Maybe my verse began, “Out of the mouths of babes…”?
One of my very favorite stories. The year was ’69 and Woodstock had happened that year, and that is why it was extra funny. You even made the two fingered “peace” sign. What a precious gem of a memory and how I wish there had been videos.