Personal Narrative: My Father's Definition Of Religion

How pleasant one looked on Sunday transpired as my Mother’s definition of religion, for she always had us corresponding dresses she had made, in different colors and clothed to the hilt; with pristine bonnets, fluffy petticoats, matching purses, white gloves, lace socks, and patent leather shoes. Subsequently, our family occurred excessively dressed on numerous Easter Sundays! Furthermore, even in the summertime she would fashion interchangeable matching outfits for all of us. Yes, back then, generally all events revolved around church, like the majority of other respectable southern people. Unfalteringly, during my Dad’s younger years, my grandfather would travel with him and my uncles to political rallies; whereupon they would sing for the crowds. Along with singing at church functions, revivals, and other social events, all added to the motivation of why my Dad loved entertaining and all and sundry loved Mr. Alfred and his guitar. Nevertheless, even though my Dad came from a sizeable, extremely religious family, (eighteen brothers and sisters that
That time in history indulged in desperately cultivating an elusive lifestyle that essentially became alluringly programmed by the fanciful invention of TV. Concurrently, with shows like, Father Knows Best, Ozzie and Harriet, Leave it to Beaver, and I Love Lucy, promoting an idealization to folks “what family life should look like;” patently, prevailed as mainly all phony shows that presented enchanting, stylish lifestyles that, in truth, created internal frustration for quite a few. My parents, chiefly my mother, functioned as being the perfect case-study for the stereotype of the wannabes; thus, feeding into TV’s fabricated