Today I am featuring another guest blogger. Today’s entry comes courtesy of Tony
Terry. I have known Tony for a
while. I met him at OBU when I was young
and idealistic and naive, and Tony was a former HS wrestler from South
Dakota. Then he went to China, lost his
hair and married someone who is probably too good for him and now they have a
bunch of kids. I thought they were still
in China but as it turns out they have been back living in Oklahoma for a
while. What qualifies Tony to write a
blog entry? He was one of those English major writerly types of people back in
college, he was an avid reader of the OBU fashion question, even though he
didn’t follow the rules (wrestling shoes worn as regular shoes and a weird leather
hat). Plus. Apparently he likes odd
things, which might explain our friendship.
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I have a liking for the odd.
Christmas kind of lends itself to that.
Angels sing to shepherds. God
gets born - in a barn. There is just
loads of odd stuff.
I started thinking about this when I was a senior in high
school and chatting with a very pretty girl at the Dairy Queen. She was on her way home from junior college
and couldn’t miss Christmas Eve. This
was her favorite part of the Christmas season.
Her family would put the last touches of decoration on the tree and the
house while making lasagna together.
Lasagna was a doubly-odd choice because she was Swedish! Go figure.
People in Caracas roller-skate to Christmas Eve mass. If I did that, I would need a priest for a
whole other reason. KFC did a bang-up
job inserting a different bearded fellow into the Christmas tradition in Japan
in the `70s. Even now Tokyo crowds the
colonel’s place on Christmas Eve.
I find it odd that people serve ham on Christmas. That seems like a really strange way to
celebrate the birth of a Jew. I eat the
ham. I just think it’s odd. I am also happy that I am not celebrating in
Greenland as they will be eating fermented birds. If you have to have a bird, go with the
Japanese.
Hope and love are out there in the odd. Maybe we will start some weird tradition this
year. It would help us fit in better.
***Just a thought, Tony could bring his family to the
Christmas party on the 20th. I promise to come up with some odd food
choices for him.~J
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Tony was and is from North Dakota, not South. He has the same sized `bunch' of kids as Judson.
ReplyDeleteNorth, South, tomato, potato. I could have said you from Montana. At least I got the wrestling shoes and the leather hat right.
ReplyDeleteAnd I am pretty sure you have at least 3 kids. Check again, you english major types were always bad at math.