Funny how memories come.
Yesterday evening, I watched one of my favorite "classics," The Andy Griffith Show. In this episode, Andy gets the mail, which includes a magazine for Opie.
Probably Boy's Life, I thought.
Then I remembered the excitement each month when I received my American Girl magazine. And Mother's when she received McCall's and Good Housekeeping.
In time, Mother receiving those magazines was as exciting for me as for her. I loved reading the articles, the short stories, and flipping through the glossy pages of fashion and beauty products.
One remembrance which always makes me laugh came one day when Mother had received her Good Housekeeping (or possibly McCall's). I had returned home from school, gotten my homework behind me and sat down in the family room to read the magazine. Mother worked at the stove, just over my left shoulder.
I came across a magazine about a hard-spoken-of topic (in those days). "Mother," I called to her, "what's homosexuality?"
A moment of silence was followed by, "Where'd you hear that word?"
"Your magazine," I said, holding it up with the pages fanned to the article.
I looked at her. She appeared resigned to answer and she did, but she wasn't happy about it.
What amazes me is this: I was a teenager. A teenager! And I didn't know.
I love my parents for protecting me. I wish I could have done the same ...
One of my favorite poems came from American Girl. In a sidebar the words:
How odd of God
to choose the Jews.
I didn't know what it meant, exactly. I didn't know anything much about Jews except that Jesus had been born into the faith of Judaism and that it was the root of mine, Christianity.
Years later the words came to mind when I found the poem in its entirety:
How odd of God
to choose the Jews,
but odder still
are those who choose
the Jewish God
but hate the Jews.
Now do yourself a favor: enlarge the magazine at the top right ... read the headlines. Amazing ...