Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Peter's tale from the parsonage

Saying for the day: The tale is in the telling.

And the birth of Peter was like this.

Twas the last day of January and Betty his mother, heavy with child, was ready to be delivered. Then the good John, not yet doctor, went out into the cold and ice to bring a message from God to his people called Lutherans.

When he returned to the living place called parsonage he found Betty to be no longer there. He ran to his chariot called Ford and went with very much speed to the place of health called hospital in the town called Ontonagon.

There he found Betty but she had not yet delivered .So the man of health called Doctor took the good John to his house for coffee and a morsel called doughnut. Upon entering the home of Doctor the good John was attacked by the wife who wanted to wash his brain of wrong thoughts on Viet Nam. The good John’s brain was very dirty and could not be washed so at almost midnight the Doctor took him back to the hospital.

Here he waited in a room called waiting for in those days only people called staff could go into the room of delivery .

Soon January ceased and February began .
Then came a cry from the room of delivery. It was the voice of young Peter being slapped by Doctor. Because Betty wanted then to sleep. The good John calleth with an instrument called a telephone , there being yet no cells, all of the faithful relatives. The time was 2:00 in the morning and the mother of good John , called Edith, was happy but the others said he could have waited until the sun rose.

Thus begins the saga of Peter. A tale from the parsonage.

News from Pigeon Falls- the little town in my backyard where trains still run and old ladies hunt rabbits– Today was the first day of the Liars Club’s “Tales of the White Rabbit “ contest. Jon Bergall was the first story teller and this was his story– It came to pass that a very large self feeding star crashed into a very large star created by the collision of many small stars. The resulting crash bent the universe causing a rift and an opening between two universes . Thomas who was head of the hill clan saw the hole that seemed to go to nowhere. Rocks thrown into this hole in the air vanished. That is they did not fall onto the ground on the other side. Being part of the bravest of the clans Thomas decided to see what was in the hole and hopped in and through. He found himself in a beautiful green field surrounded by a large forest. He decided to explore this world and started into the woods. But first he tied a piece of string to a tree so he could find his way back to the hole. He then let out the string behind him and ventured forth. Soon he reached the other side of the forest. Here he discovered a road much like the roads used by the hill clan. Along the road came an animal that looked like the dreaded gog of his home world. He reached for his trusty sword but it had fallen from its holder as he came through the woods. He started to follow the string back and then he saw this other creature . It was slightly taller than him and was winding up his string. Now he would never find his way back. The creature made a strange sound and the gog ran to it. Thomas hid behind a tree until the upright thing and the gog went on down the road. ”What kind of world is this?”, he thought. :Here gogs are controlled by upright beings and are smaller than in our world”. Not knowing what to do Thomas then went down the road to see what he would discover. Soon he saw what looked like the lower clan dwellings but of larger dimensions. He hopped to the door in the hope that that he might find one like the clan. The door opened and out stepped a larger upright creature. Like the small creature Thomas had seen before it was wearing clothes . Thomas was dressed in the pink sweater which was the mark of his clan. The creature opened his mouth and Thomas perceived that it had the gift of language. In his world only the clans had been given such a gift by The Creator. Thomas spoke for the first time in this world. The upright creature spoke again but Thomas didn’t know the words being spoken. Each had the gift of language but it was not the same.
Some other clan member might have found this to be an impossible situation but this was Thomas who alone of the hill clans had mastered the language of the sea dwellers.He spent the next week with the upright creature and some other that lived in the same dwqelling. They named things and he learned the language. At the end of the week he knew the creature was called ‘man’ in this world and the gog was a dog.
He explained to them what had happened and they warned him of the dangers of this world. They taught him to smile, wave, and hide. He liked these people but he wanted to go home so he began searching for the hole. In his search he has seen many people and has waved, smiled, and hidden. A strange old person aimed a weapon at him and there was an explosion. But still he searched for the hole. If you see him just smille back and wave. If you find the hole do not enter it as the hill clans don’t like new creatures and they have sharp swords. But if you do find the hole let me know and I will contact the White Rabbit.
The judges are holding their point totals until after the last story is told so we don’t know how well this story went.

Link for today:Minxxeee's Mayhem-Remember to put the words Dr. John in your comment to get those sortable, countable, JCPOINTS. Check HERE for your total.
A very nice day. I got the church website up. I would have done that yesterday but AT&T had their monthly snapped cable and I had no internet. We worked on filling out the form for the bank loan. they wanted to know why we wanted to borrow the money. i was tempted to put " To go to Vegas" but I didn't. Esther stopped in and we did a little walk down memory lane.
Well I need a breathing treatment.


Blogger The Rev. Dr. Kate said...

Welcome to the parsonage, Peter! It's an interesting place. Will we get to hear about the siblings who joined Peter?

4:27 AM  
Blogger Janvangogh said...

Why is it early morning seems to be the time babies like to be born?

4:37 AM  
Blogger Gary said...

I enjoy all of your posts about days gon by. You are a great storyteller.

4:39 AM  
Blogger Kat Campbell said...

Great story about the arrival of Peter! I love baby stories.

5:06 AM  
Blogger QuillDancer said...

I can tell janvangogh why babies like to be born early in the morning. They plan on keeping their mother exhausted for at the very least 18 years, and they want her to get used to it right away.

Dr. John, if I were one of the judges in the Liar's Contest I am not certain I would rate that one very high. It lacked the ring of truth.

6:53 AM  
Blogger ArtsyTartsyViray said...

Awww.. cute!

7:36 AM  
Blogger Cuppojoe said...

I missed what chapter and verses of the Book of Dr. John this is from...

7:50 AM  
Blogger Lori's Minute said...

The smile on Betty's face says it all. You forgot to mention that he was supposed to be Michael Joseph but maybe that is a story for her to tell.

8:11 AM  
Anonymous Stacy said...

I love the creative way you tell a story! The picture of mother and child is beautiful.

8:43 AM  
Blogger Janvangogh said...

Ha Quill! I believe it. :-)

9:08 AM  
Blogger Chana said...

We wait for God's time. He gives us and he takes it away. He knows best. He Blessed those children to come to you both and He Blessed you both to have those children come to you.

What a precious picture of a mother and her son. What love we see in Betty's face and what peace Peter radiates. Those arms that held him and those lips that kissed him and those eyes that adored him, gave him all he needed to feel secure, welcomed and wanted. He is the great husband, a fun and such a good father, the wonderful and loving son and brother because of all that you and Betty gave him.
I'm so honored that you shared such a beautiful event with all of us.
It is a good first story. Good luck to all the contestants.
Sandy now waits to be called Home. She is not in pain. God is so good. Bless so many we are for having known her...
We should never let a day pass without telling all the people in our world how much they matter. You and Betty bring me and mine so much joy and your friendships fill our hearts. We love you so very much and i'm so very Bless to have met you all.

10:26 AM  
Blogger Margaret said...

Sounds like Peter is my age. Let me guess, his formula recipe was 1 can of sweetened evaporated condensed milk, 1 tbs Karo syrup and 2 cans water.

Dad was just drafted when my Mom found out I was Pregnant with me and was able to get out of going to Vietnam. He wanted to - but a few other things happened where they wouldn't accept him.

11:22 AM  
Blogger Mimi said...

I don't mind what time soneone calls me to tell me the ownderful news a baby has been born. But I do mind people calling the hospital room at all hours while I am in pain asking if the baby has come yet.

11:54 AM  
Blogger Minxxeee's Mayhem said...

Hi this is me saying wow thank you so much for sending so many people my way!!!!!! You certainly helped put a smile on my face


I shall return and have a marvelous day!!!

2:38 PM  
Blogger Gingers Mom said...

That was really sweet. Babies are always born at ungodly hours I think.

2:50 PM  
Blogger Catch said...

I love this post!!! And the picture of Betty and Peter. Having a baby is such a special time. I hope your going to do a post like this for the rest of your children! I look forward to it!

5:41 PM  
Blogger Nea said...

I enjoyed this story Dr. John......hope to read more.

7:11 PM  
Blogger Betty said...

I usually don't comment but I
had to say that Margaret is correct on the formula.

9:23 PM  
Anonymous BBC said...

This blog is a good look at the mind of an idiot. :-) And I'll bet you are a Republician. They are always hiding their perverts and sicko's. BBC

9:50 PM  

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