It was the night before Thansgiving.....
Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2018 1:11 pm
and I had just driven some eight hours home from college. I was looking forward to relaxing a bit before hitting the bars to see friends I' hadn't seen since school started. All of a sudden I am told I have to drive some fifty miles into Upper Manhattan to drop off some turkeys to my Aunts soup kitchen type place.
She's a nun and not particularly close to my family. My Dad left home to join the Marines in 1943 and never really went back so we weren't very tight with his side of the family.
Anyway, I load the car up right away, thinking I can be there and back and still have time to get dressed and go out by midnight.
I get there after fighting a bit of traffic, intent on saying hello and getting out of there as quick as possible. I'm actually hoping she might be busy and I can just drop them off with a helper and book out.
But no. She greets me at the door and tells me she has some friends in the next room I simply must meet. Seems like a local kid had had a birthday and had come to donate the extra toys he'd received. My Aunt says they aren't even Catholics but do all sorts of good works. Despite my protests, she insist I at least say hello.
So we walk in the room and I see a Asian lady sitting in a chair and on the floor is a young boy and John Lennon.
My Aunts friends are John and Yoko and the birthday boy was Sean.
For the next few hours, I sit spellbound while Yoko tell me story after story about my Aunt who evidently was one of the first nuns to come out against the war. They start laughing about my aunt being in some magazine in handcuffs when Yoko turns to me and says- I guess your Father mustn't have been too happy, him being in the military, or words to that effect.
Holy ****, I think, Yoko Ono knows about my father.
The whole time John is on the floor playing cars with his son and occasionally commenting on something.
Finally my aunt says it is after midnight and she needs to go to bed. I offer them a ride but John says he loves to walk around NYC, especially at Holiday time.
Two weeks later, he is shot down while walking around the city.
Happy Thanksgiving. One and all.
She's a nun and not particularly close to my family. My Dad left home to join the Marines in 1943 and never really went back so we weren't very tight with his side of the family.
Anyway, I load the car up right away, thinking I can be there and back and still have time to get dressed and go out by midnight.
I get there after fighting a bit of traffic, intent on saying hello and getting out of there as quick as possible. I'm actually hoping she might be busy and I can just drop them off with a helper and book out.
But no. She greets me at the door and tells me she has some friends in the next room I simply must meet. Seems like a local kid had had a birthday and had come to donate the extra toys he'd received. My Aunt says they aren't even Catholics but do all sorts of good works. Despite my protests, she insist I at least say hello.
So we walk in the room and I see a Asian lady sitting in a chair and on the floor is a young boy and John Lennon.
My Aunts friends are John and Yoko and the birthday boy was Sean.
For the next few hours, I sit spellbound while Yoko tell me story after story about my Aunt who evidently was one of the first nuns to come out against the war. They start laughing about my aunt being in some magazine in handcuffs when Yoko turns to me and says- I guess your Father mustn't have been too happy, him being in the military, or words to that effect.
Holy ****, I think, Yoko Ono knows about my father.
The whole time John is on the floor playing cars with his son and occasionally commenting on something.
Finally my aunt says it is after midnight and she needs to go to bed. I offer them a ride but John says he loves to walk around NYC, especially at Holiday time.
Two weeks later, he is shot down while walking around the city.
Happy Thanksgiving. One and all.
