No, no. This isn’t a Halloween late-arrival. Nope, not a post I forgot to…post. Can’t a girl share a skeleton image, here and there, without provoking All Hallows Eve imagery? 😉 I haven’t made my point yet, but trust me, these skeletons are good time girls…maybe boys? I can’t tell from here. Just the same, there’s no downer drivel here, just good stuff, courtesy of George Bernard Shaw. Well, yes, he – the famous author and me, just me.
Shaw wrote, in his 1930 novel “Immaturity”:
Some of you know I enjoy unpacking family history, sometimes bringing discomfort to light because that’s where I’ve made meaning from bucketloads of drama. I don’t mind the muck and the mire, I’m an emotional adventurer and I’m down for the duty. The dirty duty. Spelunking with the ancestors, uncovering bits and pieces that, singularly, mean little but smooshed together? Oh – portrayals of truth, triumph, and peeks into the lives I cannot touch, at least not directly, with many loved ones long gone.
For every bit of unseemliness that I discover, there are joyful aspects. My family had plenty of skeletons but darn it all, they also knew how to make the most of the madness and dance. We were the ‘fun house’ no matter where we lived, party central, because my parents knew that laughter was magic. It didn’t make the turmoil disappear but from their examples, I learned that ‘dancing it out’ was a remedy in and of itself because it lessened the magnitude of the heavy stuff, even if only for a while.
As my parents grew older, the best part of family get togethers were the memory lane moments – the unplanned yet consistent after dinner traditions of ‘telling tales’ about one another’s mishaps and goofy adventures. There were so many…and because everyone was ‘dancing’, there were no arguments, no insults – just laughter at, with and around one another.
From me to you…okay, and a little bit from David Bowie… Let’s Dance!
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