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Shadowbox Live by A Naked Sunfish Holiday Tradition Holiday Cheer from Aunt Edith by My late Uncle Wes lived with my Aunt Edith for most of his adult life...although I’m sure it seemed like an eternity to him. He worked for the Bethlehem Steel Company in Baltimore for thirty years until he retired. He worked the night shift getting off around 7 a.m. when he would come home for dinner. In the summer when it was warm...and Baltimore can get very, very humid...he would go to a movie matinee in an air conditioned theater and sleep. If you knew my Aunt Edith you would assume what I did...even as a child...and that was that Uncle Wes worked nights and went to matinees to get away from his wife. He never said much. He was a slight, wiry man of few words. And the few words he almost always uttered were, “For Chrissakes Edith! SHUDD UPP!!”
The man was almost incidental by nature. One time...after he retired and he and Aunt Edith moved back to the Cleveland area...my brothers and I were helping him put a refrigerator in a backyard shed because there was no room for it in the trailer they were moving into. After much jostling my brothers and I closed the shed door and thought we were finished. From her perch (as supervisor of course) Aunt Edith looked at the three of us with bewilderment and asked, “Where the HELL is Wes?” And after exchanging confused glances we heard muffled sounds coming from behind the fridge in the shed. “MMMPPPHH!!! Hey!! HHMMPPHHFFF!!!” We quickly opened the shed door, moved aside the refrigerator and liberated Uncle Wes. My brothers and I were all embarrassed and each, in turn, apologized profusely for our insensitive behavior. Aunt Edith broke into the humility with a shriek of, “What the HELL were you doing in there?” Which prompted Uncle Wes to ... once again ... chant his mantra. “For Chrissakes Edith!! SHUDD UPP!!” They were quite the loving couple. Their last name was Crabtree. I am not making this up. Wes soon was diagnosed with lung cancer. Thirty years in the steel mills and 2 packs a day of Chesterfield non-filters caught up with him. The last time I saw him he was lying on the couch in their trailer smoking the aforementioned brand of cigarettes, quite literally coughing his lungs out ... or what was left of them. “I TOLD him to quit those goddamned things years ago. “ Aunt Edith offered for my contemplation. To which Uncle Wes replied sarcastically (yep, you guessed it) “Cough cough ... For Chrissakes HACK! HACK! Edith!!! SHUDD UPPP!!!” These were the final words I heard my uncle ever say and we all joked at the funeral that these very words were more than likely chiseled into his headstone. A few years after Wes passed, my brother and his new wife were having their very first Christmas and invited everyone over...including Aunt Edith. My parents were there along with my siblings and their families. This included my brother Jim’s 9 year old adopted son Matt. Matt the Brat was what my father called him. I thought this surprisingly subtle for my Dad. If I knew where Matt is today...and thank God I do not ... I would have to guess some one killed him or he’s in jail convicted of several murders. I honestly don’t care so long as he’s nowhere near me. So Matt the Brat is playing with one of the toys some one so graciously gave him and he broke it. This kid could break anything he got his hands on. But in a moment of diplomacy my father (affectionately known as Snook) said, “They don’t make anything any good any more!!” To which...in the spirit of the season Aunt Edith quipped, “You’re right Snook!! Everything IS SHIT!!!” Wel l... happy holidays to you too Aunt Edith. Inside my head I distinctly heard a voice from my past reply, “For Chrissakes Edith!! SHUDD UPPP!” You know...there are lots of reasons to go through life believing that “everything is shit.” There are days when it certainly seems true to me. I have my days when Sartre’s “Hell is other people” could easily be the thought of the day. But...unlike Aunt Edith...I don’t want to spend a big chunk of my life living alone in a trailer. And when I think of this particular Christmas it strikes me how most of them blur into each other...with the exception of a few. And this is one of them I distinctly remember. As much as family...and sometimes even friends ... can annoy a person ... especially at this time of year ... I have come to realize that even some one like Aunt Edith helped make me who I have become. I mean that in a positive way. Imagine ... Aunt Edith’s negativity was so over the top it MADE me consider the positive. I have no idea how she became so bitter. My father did shortly before he died also. Yet they both, particularly Snook, had a positive influence. They were there. Unlike today when some people are not. This holiday season...regardless of which one you celebrate...take the time to savor those around you...even if they drive you nuts. They may not...for whatever reason...be there next year. And in some strange way, which will surprise you, their absence will make you miss them. I guarantee it. (a possible exception to this uplifting message might be Matt the Brat) And you might consider that next year YOU might not be here. So I suppose my holiday message may seem bittersweet to most...but that’s how I see it. And if anyone feels the need to take issue with my views then I encourage you to speak up LOUDLY...’cause I’ve got one thing and one thing only to say to you. FOR CHRISSAKES!!!! SHUDD UPPP!!! Editor’s note: Aunt Edith died a few years ago. She was 90 years old. Her neighbor called my Uncle Bruce and told him she had passed out in her trailer. He went and got her up…asked if she was alright and she said she was. He suggested she go to the hospital to make sure everything was okay. She told him to go to hell and get out of her house. He did just that…returning an hour later and she was gone. Sad…surely. But she lived her last day the way she lived every previous one. And despite her surliness I will miss my Aunt Edith this Christmas. And I will remember the one long ago when she informed us “Everything is shit!” Rest in peace Aunt Edith. I can picture Jesus turning to her and proclaiming, “Truly, truly I say unto you…For Wes’s sake Edith…SHUDD UPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
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The Non Fiction Theater of the Truly Mundane I Am Curious (George) Yellow Scene: It is the day before Thanksgiving. Rick is in the check out aisle of a very busy, local gourmet market. He is methodically placing his items on the belt in front of the attractive 30 something woman cashier. After his shopping cart is empty he picks up a bright yellow cloth bag with red handles. Both sides of the bag have pictures of Curious George. One reads “Curious George Takes a Job”. On the opposite side is “Curious George Rides a Bike”. Curtain Cast:
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Yvonne and I married young … too young. I was 22, she just 20. But back in 1974 there were few options available. Living together was still a pretty radical notion, not just with family’s perceived immorality, but landlords were not entirely enlightened either. And believe me, there were plenty of times during the wedding planning we at least talked about eloping. I was graduating from college the week before the ceremony, and Yvonne had another year of school. To be honest … we needed the wedding gifts … the loot. Neither of us had household items and we went into the whole thing pretty naively. When we left on our honeymoon we didn’t even have our own apartment in Columbus.
Most of those friends are divorced now … some TWICE! The thought still makes me smile. Yvonne and I are the oldest of our siblings and obviously the first to marry. There were precedents to set for those younger brothers and sisters that first year of matrimony (what a horrible word). The wedding had been in early June. So, the first really BIG line in the sand was … you guessed it … Christmas. It was excellent advice. Yvonne and I then told our respective families that Christmas Day, Christmas Eve … all the family holidays really … were off limits. We’d be glad to celebrate the weekend before or the weekend after the actual holiday. But we were going to celebrate our first Christmas just the two of us … with our dog Daisy … and the cheapest Christmas tree we could find. The last thing I wanted to do was spend the entire holiday driving around Ohio to accommodate families. And I figured if we didn’t do this from the get go it would just get harder every year. Of course it proved to be a not too popular decision … and hardly put parents in the “Christmas Spirit”. So we got ourselves a scraggly little tree … one that Daisy… our pooch … tried to lay under every time we were gone … knocking it on its side each time. My mother donated some old decorations for the cause. And on Christmas Eve we exchanged small gifts and reveled in marital bliss. Christmas Day we ate Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. Then we watched “It’s a Wonderful Life” on our small, black and white television … Daisy sleeping soundly under our scraggly tree. This was our very first Christmas together. And it’s one of the very few I remember vividly … and with a genuine fondness. Another one I recall involves Aunt Edith. But I remember THAT year for other reasons! As for my epiphanies of long ago … I still realize being married is a LOT better than getting married. And on Christmas #40 … I am very, very sure … I married the right woman. |
