Happy Father’s Day

What do you get the God who has everything?

My father was a Methodist minister.  I hated the guy for years.  But that’s another story.  Anyways, when I saw this card in the window of the card shop, I had to send it to him for Father’s Day.  It was appropriate for several reason.  Because he was a minister.  And because he used to paint versions of this painting back when I was a kid.

Generally I found my father’s preaching pretty dull.  But he did develop one good schtick. Before he was a preacher he’d been a commercial artist.  So he had artistic skills.  So he used to put on these special church services called “Chalk Talks.”  He’d be up there on stage by the pulpit with his easel.  And during the course of the hour-long service he would do a chalk drawing of a Biblical scene.  He had it timed so that he’d have the chalk drawing finished just as the service was coming to a close.  And while he was painting, different people would get up there and read Biblical passages or give testimonials, and musicians would play songs, and the choir would sing.  So it was a pretty varied show.  And it was kind of fascinating for average people to see a piece of art being created right before their eyes.

Then, after he finished the chalk drawing, the lights would go out.  The church would go completely dark. And then my Dad would start turning on different lights attached to his easel.  He painted the picture with fluorescent-colored chalk.  So the picture would change before people’s eyes as the different day-glo colors popped up.  Then for the grand finale, my Dad would utter a few solemn and profound profundities (ha ha).  And then the lights would go on and the crowd would go wild.  Followed by backstage scenes of groupies, drugs and debauchery (kidding).

But all and all, it was a pretty effective bit of show biz.  And different churches in the area would hire my Dad to do the gig at their churches.

So anyways, Happy Father’s Day to the all the Fathers out there!




One thought on “Happy Father’s Day

  1. I had this very painting (well, nearly, without the bubble and psychedelic colors) of Jesus on my wall as a kid, he was SO handsome! I also was raised Lutheran, and the pastor’s kids were always the most rebellious and fun! Jesus was right next to a smarmy plaque of a poem about my being “chosen” and how great it was to be adopted. I’m glad to know you have gotten over your hatred of your father. I like following your blog. I will get your book someday. I guess it was because my parents were so 50’s-ish that I became so 60’s obsessed, I was born in ’67. Your chapters in Acid Heroes read like a who’s who of my library! I did way too much acid following the dead around, along with too many other drugs at too young an age. I ran away to Santa Cruz after my parent’s divorce at 15 where there are many older hippy burnouts though mostly nice people, all in all. I was also homeless for a few months here and there for the next 3 years. I also had a bad habit of hitchhiking all over the country following the Grateful Dead, whom I liked, but actually did it more for something, anything to do that seemed exciting. It wasn’t much like the Beatnicks described when I, a young girl with no $ did it. So much for “On the Road”. Only having babies slowed me down and got me to go home and to a little bit of college. Well, I enjoy and look forward to your posts, thanks.Please take care, it’s dangerous out there, I just got lucky! Kina

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