Subject: Heaven help the needy.
Once I knew a girl by the name of Fandora Foxe. She was a pretty girl and her father was a pastor of a church that we have been making fun of. I am ashamed of myself, now that I understand about the different religions, people are people, no matter what they believe. But this has nothing to do with my story.
Fandora looked like one of them dancing girls in the olden days of Arabian fairy tales I must have been around twelve and she may have been a few years older. She was fast, in everything that she done. In a race with her, she would be there and back before you were half way there. Once she ask me if I wanted her to kiss me and of course I said Yes! While I stood there waiting, she said: did you like it? I think I missed something!
During the summer months, I would go out of my way to go past her house, hoping I would get a glimpse of her. I was young, and didn’t know why I wanted to look at her, but as I grew older, I knew why. Girls that looked like her, really made one’s blood run warm and fast. She was the kind, that if you were sick she made you feel a lot better and if you were blind, being close to her made you see again. I’ll even bet the deaf were made to hear again.
But then, here I was, a young healthy person with no need for cures or healing. I would have walked miles in the desert and crawled on my stomach, if I could have had a reason for her to touch me. But all I had was my imagination and it was working in high gear.
The years had passed quickly, she was grown up, married and has a house full of kids .from multiple marriages. The number is unknown as they move around so much and so fast, one could never get a count on them. She has become a little on the heavy side with maybe 200 more pounds than she should have. She must be a great cook as all of the family are on rolly polley side. Her latest husband is a butcher and own his own shop.
She drives a small twenty passenger school bus, only hers is white, trimmed in blue. It has flashing lights to warn people to stay clear when she is behind the wheel. It also has ringing bells and alarms for going backwards or forewords. With all the kids hollering and screaming, you could hardly hear the bells and alarms. Her face was still pretty and her hair was nice. It was the rest of the body that had changed drastically!
I’ll bet she had to buy two tickets to any theater to get two seats, so her butt would fit. Her voice was still soft and sexy with honey dripping from her mouth as she spoke. Yet you knew to pay attention or the voice could get loud enough to knock you off your feet. Everyone knew that there was no way to control a volcano once it started to erupt and she could blow at anytime.
Years later, I found the girl I was going to marry, She had all them qualities that I was looking for in a wife. For the first and part of the second year, she had me fooled. She didn’t know how to cook, she didn’t like house work or doing laundry. She didn’t know how to sew or iron or how to use a Band-Aid and she fainted at the sight of blood.
She didn’t like my friends but she loved my family. She knew I was in service in WWll, But she didn’t like my uniform because was an enlisted mans uniform and I didn’t have enough colored ribbons and medals on it. She wouldn’t let me talk about my service days as I wasn’t wounded, didn’t have any scars to show. Her brother had all that stuff and she had married beneath his expectations.
I worked hard, but she spent it faster than I could bring it home. She was good at figuring and figured that as long as one had enough money, you didn’t need to know how to figure. I am sure glad that they didn’t have Viagra back in those days or I would be dead today.
She didn’t want to live in a house in the country, she wanted an apartment on Park Ave. One with a door man and maid service. Me, I wanted a dog and maybe a cat and fresh air to breath. I wanted to set outside in the dark and look at the stars, listen to the noises of the night, like running water in babbling brook and the sound of wind blowing the tree leaves. The smell of newly cut grass and the taste of fresh garden vegetables.
Fandora was set aside and forgotten, what I got was Pandora and her Dam Box. I didn’t Expect to suffer this long, Never thought I live beyond retirement age. If I can remember all this stuff in my next life, I sure won’t make the same mistakes.
Fandora, where are you, I miss those early years thinking and dreaming of you. I’ve been walking on stones and broken glass and the path is steep and rugged and there are obstacles everywhere. I seem to be going two steps backwards for every step forward. A smile from you would do wonders for my world of today.
Heaven help Needy.
By; Ben R. Bauer
Aug. 2008
Once I knew a girl by the name of Fandora Foxe. She was a pretty girl and her father was a pastor of a church that we have been making fun of. I am ashamed of myself, now that I understand about the different religions, people are people, no matter what they believe. But this has nothing to do with my story.
Fandora looked like one of them dancing girls in the olden days of Arabian fairy tales I must have been around twelve and she may have been a few years older. She was fast, in everything that she done. In a race with her, she would be there and back before you were half way there. Once she ask me if I wanted her to kiss me and of course I said Yes! While I stood there waiting, she said: did you like it? I think I missed something!
During the summer months, I would go out of my way to go past her house, hoping I would get a glimpse of her. I was young, and didn’t know why I wanted to look at her, but as I grew older, I knew why. Girls that looked like her, really made one’s blood run warm and fast. She was the kind, that if you were sick she made you feel a lot better and if you were blind, being close to her made you see again. I’ll even bet the deaf were made to hear again.
But then, here I was, a young healthy person with no need for cures or healing. I would have walked miles in the desert and crawled on my stomach, if I could have had a reason for her to touch me. But all I had was my imagination and it was working in high gear.
The years had passed quickly, she was grown up, married and has a house full of kids .from multiple marriages. The number is unknown as they move around so much and so fast, one could never get a count on them. She has become a little on the heavy side with maybe 200 more pounds than she should have. She must be a great cook as all of the family are on rolly polley side. Her latest husband is a butcher and own his own shop.
She drives a small twenty passenger school bus, only hers is white, trimmed in blue. It has flashing lights to warn people to stay clear when she is behind the wheel. It also has ringing bells and alarms for going backwards or forewords. With all the kids hollering and screaming, you could hardly hear the bells and alarms. Her face was still pretty and her hair was nice. It was the rest of the body that had changed drastically!
I’ll bet she had to buy two tickets to any theater to get two seats, so her butt would fit. Her voice was still soft and sexy with honey dripping from her mouth as she spoke. Yet you knew to pay attention or the voice could get loud enough to knock you off your feet. Everyone knew that there was no way to control a volcano once it started to erupt and she could blow at anytime.
Years later, I found the girl I was going to marry, She had all them qualities that I was looking for in a wife. For the first and part of the second year, she had me fooled. She didn’t know how to cook, she didn’t like house work or doing laundry. She didn’t know how to sew or iron or how to use a Band-Aid and she fainted at the sight of blood.
She didn’t like my friends but she loved my family. She knew I was in service in WWll, But she didn’t like my uniform because was an enlisted mans uniform and I didn’t have enough colored ribbons and medals on it. She wouldn’t let me talk about my service days as I wasn’t wounded, didn’t have any scars to show. Her brother had all that stuff and she had married beneath his expectations.
I worked hard, but she spent it faster than I could bring it home. She was good at figuring and figured that as long as one had enough money, you didn’t need to know how to figure. I am sure glad that they didn’t have Viagra back in those days or I would be dead today.
She didn’t want to live in a house in the country, she wanted an apartment on Park Ave. One with a door man and maid service. Me, I wanted a dog and maybe a cat and fresh air to breath. I wanted to set outside in the dark and look at the stars, listen to the noises of the night, like running water in babbling brook and the sound of wind blowing the tree leaves. The smell of newly cut grass and the taste of fresh garden vegetables.
Fandora was set aside and forgotten, what I got was Pandora and her Dam Box. I didn’t Expect to suffer this long, Never thought I live beyond retirement age. If I can remember all this stuff in my next life, I sure won’t make the same mistakes.
Fandora, where are you, I miss those early years thinking and dreaming of you. I’ve been walking on stones and broken glass and the path is steep and rugged and there are obstacles everywhere. I seem to be going two steps backwards for every step forward. A smile from you would do wonders for my world of today.
Heaven help Needy.
By; Ben R. Bauer
Aug. 2008
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