Comes off smug. And i can't help but to wonder, did this same (perhaps covert NOSEY) attitude drive off a certain nine year-old girl (back in the mid 1940s) from wanting to ever again attend church? From what she told me, her childhood was basically happy. She and her cousins, did their chores, went to school, ran and played. But Mom wasn't a cast-member of the "Waltons," she was a member of a real family - and real families have issues.
One of the last things Mom said to me was, she very much did not like to hear preaching - namely, sermons from the pulpit. And i cannot help but to seriously wonder: was that because, while that little girl was hearing about grace and mercy, around her, she heard whispers, murmurs and SAW the sidelong glances toward people who lived under unfortunate circumstances. That is, the same people going around quoting Scripture and praising the Lord one minute, and the very next making covert unkind statements about some shabbily dressed single mom, sitting in the back - whose child happened to cry during the 40-ish minute sermon. Uh, kids do that.
Back then, nine year-olds didn't hear their parents talk about unmarried girls getting pregnant, and married people committing adultery. Those conversations didn't go on while tender ears were in the room. Mom said, any off-color jokes were told in the language of the old country. (German.)
Getting time to get ready for work.
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