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Fibs and Fortune Cookies

Lucky-clover-PixabayOne of our neighbors told her children that a four-leaf clover or a rabbit’s foot on a key ring brought good luck (Did anybody ask the rabbit?), fairy godmothers appeared when you needed them, and fortune cookie messages were Chinese insights to the future. She tolerated fibs from her children if it kept them out of trouble. “It’s not even a white lie,” she said by way of explanation for detours from the truth. Maybe that’s why she was never a guest in our home across the street where truth was sacred.

“There’s no such thing as a fib or white lie,” my father said. “Always tell the truth.”Truth-Lie- Pixabay

Wringer WasherI did, but only in response to direct questions. I didn’t know about the Fifth Amendment then, or I would have tried it. Perhaps my father didn’t know, or didn’t care about it either. He insisted on full disclosure from me when he tolerated frequent door-to-door salesmen who hid some facts and squished others like running a rag through the wringer on our washing machine.

Fortune Cookie-PixabayThere’s little or no evidence that the Chinese originated those original promises of glorious travel, an encounter with a tall, dark, handsome stranger, or receiving a large inheritance.  Now, with more than three billion cookies baked in the U.S. every year, even with the database of archived writings, getting the right one with your meal is like spinning the roulette wheel. There’s a gambler’s chance that your message will be a nothing more than a fib.

 

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President’s Circle

Flashing Lights and Sign on School BusI watched my first-grade foster son jump down from the yellow school bus, his short legs running down our long gravel driveway on a cool, sunny February afternoon. I stepped away from the window over the sink and opened the half-glass paned kitchen door to greet him.

Washington-Lincoln profilesDark brown eyes twinkled above his pug nose and wide grin. His caramel-colored hand clutched silhouettes of U. S. Presidents Washington and Lincoln glued to red construction paper. Before I could say, “Where’s your lunchbox?” Jacob thrust the thin-faced, long-nosed, bearded profile toward me.

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“Mom, did you know Abraham Lincoln cut down a cherry tree, but he confessed ’cause he was honest and couldn’t tell a lie?”

 

“That was George Washington,” I said, pointing to the curly wigged, clean-shaven outline.

Astonishment flashed across his face. “Wow, Mom! Did you know him?”

 

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Author’s note:  Jacob is a fictitious substitute for this adult, former foster child. My name and profile are set in stone. 

 

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President’s Day History Lesson

I watched my first-grade foster son dash from the bus to the kitchen door on a cool, sunny February afternoon. Dark brown eyes twinkled above his pug nose and wide grin. A caramel-colored hand clutched black silhouettes of Presidents Washington and Lincoln affixed to red construction paper backgrounds. Thrusting a long-nosed, bearded profile toward me, Billy shared the excitement of his first history lesson.

“Mom, did you know Abraham Lincoln cut down a cherry tree, but he confessed ’cause he was honest and couldn’t tell a lie?”

“That was George Washington,” I said, pointing to the wigged, clean-shaven outline.

Astonishment flashed across his face. “Wow, Mom! Did you know him?”

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