The Stranger

A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mum taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger… he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.

If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn’t seem to mind.

Sometimes, Mum would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet.

(I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)

Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honour them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home – not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our long time visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush. My Dad didn’t permit the liberal use of alcohol but the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing..

I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked… And NEVER asked to leave.

More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents’ den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures. 






His name?….



We just call him ‘TV.’

This was an email I received recently.

It really made me think.

My momma says it is all Rhett Butler’s fault, for when he said, “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a d*&n”, that was the beginning of cussing on the TV, and the world’s gone to pot ever since. 



My challenge is still out there for you to turn off the TV for one day, not a day when you’re gone from home shopping or at a ball game, but a weeknight or even a Saturday at home, when it’s a real sacrifice.


We didn’t have electricity and that meant we didn’t have T.V.  We had darn poor radio too.  So that meant we did the strangest things at night … we talked to each other!”  WADDIE MITCHELL, Cowboy Poet



  1. leon says:

    I was just talking to an old friend who said we should all turn off our TVs


  2. Lara says:

    Wow! You had me on that one.


  3. linda webster says:

    AMEN! thats the truth if anyone ever told it angel!


  4. Angel says:

    TV is the Devil, followed closely by Facebook 🙂


  5. Marie says:

    Having a hard time coming up with things to write about huh? I think not! You are an amazing writer!


    1. Angel says:

      Thanks Marie. I heart you.


  6. Brandi says:

    Ok, i took your challange and I failed!!! What did single people do in the winter months before TV? It did not take long for me to run out of things to do. I ate dinner(which does not take long now), I cleaned the kitchen, took a shower, and snuggled up with the dog and read a book. That lasted until about 5:30. It was already dark, and way too cold to do anything outside. I still had several hours before bedtime. I felt so stupid, and lonely just sitting there doing nothing, or was that the TV telling me I was stupid and lonely so I would turn in on? Oh well, I will start a new craft project and try again.


    1. Angel says:

      I don’t know what single people did, but I bet I can guess what married ones did!! Learn to knit with me. I’m watching you tube videos.


  7. dad says:

    john prine, has a song about it, ♪ throw out your tv, throw away ypur papers…..♪


    1. Angel says:

      I don’t know that song dad, I’ll have to google it. But he’s right you know.


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