My mother was in the hospital to have six cysts removed from her womb when I was a little boy and back then they kept you longer, several weeks in her case. A Baptist minister started working on her and she got "saved" in a very fundamentalist sense.
When she arrived home and began feeling better and, to all appearances, with the church's encouragement, she began judging everyone and telling them how they should act. No dancing, playing cards, or smoking, yada, yada, yada! My dad, a business owner who provided handsomely for her and wasn't averse to having a little snort on occasion, would have none of it and called her new found friends hypocrites.
The result was an intense battle fought with accusations, recriminations, declarations and a lot of really loud yelling. It made me very unhappy for a while and also affected my two younger brothers.
Eventually my dad sort of compromised and attended a Seventh Day Adventist church where they partially observed Jewish dietary laws like no pork, etc and observed the day of rest on the Jewish Shabbas which is Saturday. It always struck me as a strange compromise while it lasted.
Over the years, my mother backslid away from the Baptist church which seemed to be a good thing. It left a small scar on me but I'm so far beyond that now that it's only a distant, poignant memory.
Do you have any bad childhood memories?
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My mother was in the hospital to have six cysts removed from her womb when I was a little boy and back then they kept you longer, several weeks in her case. A Baptist minister started working on her and she got "saved" in a very fundamentalist sense.
When she arrived home and began feeling better and, to all appearances, with the church's encouragement, she began judging everyone and telling them how they should act. No dancing, playing cards, or smoking, yada, yada, yada! My dad, a business owner who provided handsomely for her and wasn't averse to having a little snort on occasion, would have none of it and called her new found friends hypocrites.
The result was an intense battle fought with accusations, recriminations, declarations and a lot of really loud yelling. It made me very unhappy for a while and also affected my two younger brothers.
Eventually my dad sort of compromised and attended a Seventh Day Adventist church where they partially observed Jewish dietary laws like no pork, etc and observed the day of rest on the Jewish Shabbas which is Saturday. It always struck me as a strange compromise while it lasted.
Over the years, my mother backslid away from the Baptist church which seemed to be a good thing. It left a small scar on me but I'm so far beyond that now that it's only a distant, poignant memory.