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THE STORY OF ORVILLE

1:05 PM, Saturday 8 December 2007 .. Posted in THE LIFE DISABLED .. 10 comments .. Link

Achairde All:



I hope that everyone who had a Thanksgiving to celebrate had a wonderful day. I know that I did. The only downside to family gatherings is that I miss my Mama and my Daniel terribly. Mama was very big on Holidays and while it saddens me to think that my sisters and I can't carry on some of her traditions: The Annual Easter Egg Hunt & Roller Derby (I gave up on that one when I was 5'2" and my sisters were 6'0", 5'10" and 5'5" and it got so competitive it was like a Roller Derby without the skates or dainty manners); The Turkey Dance & Dive Bomber Exhibition; Christmas Hide-Out (while Mama talked to Santa/Dad) complete with Reindeer Landing On The Roof with Jingling Harness Bells (the last time we did that one I was 27) and Midnight Mass & Movie Night. That doesn't mean that I can't share my familial quirks with my EFx2blogs family so here is the story of Orville...



First you have to understand that my Mama was Irish Catholic. In fact there were days when she was SO Irish she was damn near debilitated by it! She, like many of the Irish, had her own names for certain things and damned if she couldn't get others to use them as well. Not that she MADE us say them it's just that you got used to them without noticing it. I'll never forget the time when I was working at Cigna I ordered a box of pens and when the Supply Guy came by he said, "We didn't have the brand you ordered but we do have Rolling Writer's. Can you use these instead?" That's right, I had written Roller Baller's by mistake- anyone want to guess what Mama's name for Rolling Writer's was? Yep, Roller Baller. We always had a salad or a 'wettuce ledge' with supper. One night my Dad calmly advised Mama that if he EVER ordered a 'wettuce ledge' in a restaurant mayhem would ensue when he got home.

She also wouldn't buy a stuffed toy or figurine unless the face and expression were 'right'. Our grocery store was selling teddy bears and she must have checked them out 5 or 6 shopping trips before she found the right one which she promptly named Barney for her oldest brother. The thing of it was the bear really did look like my Uncle Barney! (I guess I am carrying that tradition on because my mother-in-law and I were out shopping and I showed her a doll and she shook her head and said, "Not the right face." Then she turned beet red and mumbled, "I've been around you too long!" I, on the other hand, am leaning on the doll rack and laughing so hard I've got tears pouring down my face!!!)

One Saturday, years ago, Mama is working the Bazaar Sale at our Parish and she comes home with this ugly home made orange caterpillar that looks like someone's failure at Ceramics 101. I actually said, "Good Lord, Mama were you on acid when you bought this or what? That is one tacky knick-knack. Please tell me it's closet bound because according to the bottom its been in someone else's closet since 1973!"

That's when Mama went Audible on me...

"I was sitting by the Christmas Raffle Tree taking the money for the tickets when I noticed this little orange caterpillar on the other end of my table. I was fairly busy but my eyes kept being drawn to it. Finally, when I got a quiet moment, I got up and rescued him from being so alone and brought him to sit with me. It took me awhile to gain his trust. He had been, as you said, packed away in a dark closet and no one ever thought to bring him out even though he so dearly wanted a friend. Softly he said, "My name is Orville. Do think you could find a home for me?

You see the girl that made me went off to school and forgot to take me with her. Her mother thought I was tacky and she put me in that box in the closet. At first I had hope. I just knew that when my friend came home from school she would remember me and rescue me. Then she would take me to school with her and I would meet new friends and she would be proud to show me off and tell everyone that she loved me and she had made me with her own two hands. But I was wrong, she had outgrown things like me and I stayed in that closet. Weeks became months and months became years and all the while I was alone in the dark and worse, I had no people to love me. But no matter how long I was in that lonely box there was Someone who loved me and that Someone was Jesus. He had been so sad and lonely in the Garden of Gethsemane when his friends fell asleep and left him feeling abandoned too."

So there he sat, looking at me with his little paws clutched so tightly and hope shining in his bright eyes glimmering with unshed tears. Softer still he said, "Do you think I could come home with you? I don't take up much room but I would fill your home with love. I wouldn't even mind if you put me away when company comes because I am so ugly."

That's when I picked him up, went to another cashier and paid for him. As we were headed back to my table I could just feel the love and happiness pouring off of him. I gave him Pride of Place and I assured him, "Orville you will always be where you can see others and they can see you. I would never hide you away when company comes because friends don't do that to each other. I know my girls will love you as much as I do because they will see joy in your smile, trust in your eyes and friendship extended in your little hands."

Then my Mama turned her eyes on me and said, "I must have been wrong because you judged him on his appearance and like the others who couldn't see his value you wanted to shut him away again."

Folks, I am not ashamed to say that despite being an educated 28 year old woman I sat there clutching Orville and sobbing. NOT delicate tears but the kind of sobs where you wheeze and your eyes swell shut. It was in that state that I managed to tell her, "I was wrong Mama. I was so wrong to judge him just on how he looks. There's a good heart there only I was too busy and in too much of a hurry to notice. Please Mama, let him come home with me. I won't hide him away when company comes and I will love him and be his friend because he taught me a valuable lesson. One which you taught me when I was little and I was in danger of forgetting. Please Mama, let him come live with me!"

So that's the Story of Orville. Who, for the last 20 years has sat in my living rooms with Pride of Place atop my Bibles for everyone to see him. Only now he does double duty as he reminds me of my Mama who taught me never judge others on their appearance and that the greatest love sometimes comes in the plainest or most broken of packages.

Slan leat,
Elaine
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Orville

10:35 AM, Monday 10 December 2007 .. Posted by readerwil
This is a beautiful story and very true! A very good post! Your mum was a very wise woman. Thank you for sharing.

ORVILLE COMMENT I

11:19 AM, Monday 10 December 2007 .. Posted by Cabinfeveronline
Achairde Miss Wil:

I hope this doesn't sound strange to you but you are one of the reasons I get out of bed in the morning and haul myself to my PC-Mithert (which is Middle English for Mother). I read your comments, emails and posts and I think to myself how fortunate I am to have you in my life.

You have been through so much in your life and I respect that. Hence the very American Southern "Miss Wil" instead of Wil. I respect what you have to say and what you have to teach us. I am glad you enjoyed the Orville Story. Some people might think I or my Mother were a 'puppy short of a Pet Store' but you didn't make me feel it.

Thank you, as always, for taking your time to comment and much love to you and your family...

Slan leat,
Elaine/cf

Fairy Tales

12:13 PM, Monday 10 December 2007 .. Posted by readerwil
Elaine, you are one of the reasons that I still blog. This story is like all fairy tales important to convey in a clear and simple way an important lesson to all of us. You are an example for all of us. I am glad to know you!

A Little Truth

11:34 PM, Monday 10 December 2007 .. Posted by Cabinfeveronline
Achairde Miss Wil:

They say that there is a little truth in all fairy tales, myths and old wives tales. Maybe in a 100 years or so they'll tell a tale about a girl and her orange caterpillar, Orville. They will say its just a story and never realize that involved me, my Mama or a 50 cent knick-knack!

Sort of a fun thought to have! Much love to you and yours...

Slan leat,
Elaine/cf

Untitled Comment

8:18 PM, Tuesday 11 December 2007 .. Posted by Nikkie
How special Orville is! Loved the story thanks for posting it.

ORVILLE II

9:38 AM, Wednesday 12 December 2007 .. Posted by Cabinfeveronline
Achairde Nikkie:

Thanks so much for taking the time to leave me a comment. To be honest, I was worried that it might be a wee bit too sentimental considering most of the things I write about. However, when they came out with the idea of an EFx2 book I asked about non-fic and they told me (I am sure they never meant to sound so snotty) that I could only enter a piece only if, "It is interesting to everyone."

Since I have been a published writer for over 25 years I assured them that I could probably come up with something. I had been thinking about telling the tale of how I acquired Orville or, more precisely, we acquired each other as an entry. Then I thought of all the people who come here and my other sites and I decided that I wanted it to be my Christmas gift to you all.

I am so glad that you enjoyed it and it meant a lot for you to tell me. Thank you so much for your friendship and your time.

Slan 'astorin,
Elaine/cf

Untitled Comment

11:16 AM, Wednesday 12 December 2007 .. Posted by Nikkie
that I could only enter a piece only if, "It is interesting to everyone."

Hmmm writing is an art, all art is subjective. Some art/writings are interesting to a few people and some are interseting to even fewer people. So how does one decide if some thing is interesting to everyone?
At any rate I look forward to more of your stories!


ORVILLE III

10:13 PM, Wednesday 12 December 2007 .. Posted by Cabinfeveronline
Achairde Nikkie:

All writing is subjective but I am a non-fiction writer of subjects most people find distasteful - disabilities, torture, sexual slavery, drought, famine, etc. So I would not consider myself an artist I leave that title to fiction writers and humor columnists. However, as I used to tell my students that no matter what the subject USE YOUR VOWELS:

A Audience
E Education Level of the Reader
I Information, even in Fiction have your facts straight
O Observation no matter emotional or evocative (Are you honest
about your feelings or do you evoke emotions needed for a
subject, cause or even a recipe.)
U Would You want to read this if you hadn't written it

If I thought the person had truly meant it the way it sounded I would have been very unhappy. As it was I took it to mean that the person was unaware that a completely factual story can have as much love, personal interaction between subjects and pathos as any well written novel. The difference is that we usually only have 1200 words to tell the whole tale AND get people to open their check books or donate their time.

Also, things happen in real life that people would never believe even if they are reading Fiction. That's why I frequently remark, "This is why I write Non-Fiction- you just can't make this stuff up!" 0;)

Love to you and yours during this Blessed Season...

Slan leat,
Elaine/cf

toys

6:25 AM, Saturday 15 December 2007 .. Posted by Chandramoon
I have a bag full of soft toys and things in the attic and this makes me feel like going to have a look at them ! Great post.

Toys

5:40 PM, Sunday 16 December 2007 .. Posted by Cabinfeveronline
Achairde CM:

I've got a boat load of them and am not ashamed to admit it. Including an Alf and all the Alf's with outfits and records that were Burger Kings premiums in the 80s!

NBLFY and yours this Holiday Season...

Slan mo chara,
Elaine/cf

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