Peculiar
All of us have
peculiarities in our personalities. It is what creates our character, traits,
and individualities. It is the reason we are we are. Just like our genes
determining our physical appearance, our oddities are what make us distinct and
separates us one from another.
The peculiar
person I am writing about today is my wife Cindy’s grandmother, Pearl Elizabeth
Morrison. By the time we were introduced, her husband Benjamin Vincent Morrison
was deceased and she was renting an old converted, clapboard-sided school on
the Bear Run Conservancy in Mill Run, Pennsylvania. Her closest neighbor was
Falling Water, the famous Kaufman home, designed by Frank Lloyd Wright.
Pearl was a
solidly built woman who had a tenacious mind and just as tenacious hole on
life. She held her own views on life, even telling Cindy that I should “keep my
shoes under my own table.” Pearl kept her home just so, hating to see anything
out of place and if it didn’t fit what her imagination saw, she would cut,
reshape, or repaint it to fit her liking. The value of things in her small home
was reduced or destroyed. She sawed the middle portion of a hutch and fastened
it to its base before shellacking it in oak varnish. She cut flannel sheets in
half to fit the cot she slept on at the side of her dining room while her bedrooms
remained pristine.
Another example of her tenacity was holding
onto an idea that she hadn’t worked out of her system. She named one of her
girls Elma Jean, but wasn’t quite through with that combination, because she
named my father-in-law Elmer Eugene Morrison. He hated the name and chose to go
by his nickname Bud. I can see why. Who would want to carry a name so similar
to his sister? That’s almost as bad as a boy named Sue.
Pearl had a
stroke which limited her mobility. When Cindy and I visited her in the
hospital, she was proud to show us how it limited her ability to raise her
right arm. I said to her, “I’m going to go to get the nurses.” When she asked
why, I said, “I want to see if they can find a paint brush. I’ll bet you could
lift it higher with a paint brush in it.” She knew she was branded with her
tendency to paint things and she quickly caught the meaning. We had a good
laugh.
Peculiarities?
We all have them. Take a look at your own and have a good laugh.
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