Lies parents tell
For one reason
or another; parents tell young children lies. Usually this takes
the form of a white lie designed to protect the innocence of the
youngster against the big bad world and the pitfalls that can
trap the unwary.
Perhaps the word “parable” should be used.
There were two
stories I remember my father telling me that come into the
category of “lies or parables told by parents” and concern my
early life in Penn.
Perhaps the most
horrific in a gothic kind of way was that he always said that he
“kept a box of little boy’s ears under the sink in his shop”. These ears were, supposedly, the residue of small boy’s who
“did not sit still” during their haircut.
For some reason I totally believed this story and often
used to peep under the sink to see if the box was there.
There was a box although upon reflection it probably
contained the materials that dad used to clean the floor with.
The second story
concerns the herd of sheep that grazed in the field at the
junction of Manor Road and Penn road.
Much of the area was still farmland and I think the field
in question became part of Manor road school playing field and
part was lost to the dual carriageway.
One day I noticed that the sheep were no longer there and
I asked where the sheep had gone. Not wishing to go into the gory details about how they had probably
ended up surrounded by mint sauce and new potatoes, he concocted
this very tall story about how their teeth had all fallen out
through illness and how they had died of starvation as they
couldn’t eat the grass.