The Song and the Story

Marv often seemed to be admitting to his flaws (which is a rhetorical habit I have copied much of my adult life), but that didn’t mean he was sorry. Even at my current age, I don’t think I can entirely fathom what his perspective may have been on his actions – in short, how he slept with himself. His code of gallantry included infidelity in stupefying proportions; his tenderness rarely kept company with mercy.

For a time, when we were very little, Marv would occasionally tuck us in, and in the dark, play us a story on his guitar. Cinderella is the one I remember best: the hypnotic sound of his voice as he sprinkled her magical dress with sparkles, the hollow tap of the guitar as the mice tried to escape the fairy godmothers’ wand, and said, “Shit!” when they found themselves footman. It seemed so real.

I honestly don’t know where he reached in himself, this grown kid whose childhood was, as far as I know, a string of truancy and poverty and feral self-sufficiency, to find the ingredients to cast this spell on his four year old, middle class daughters. But I do think he was searching for enchantment, and that it wasn’t just us who wanted to find the glass slipper.


6 thoughts on “The Song and the Story

  1. You truly have a gift for rendering complex emotions in beautiful stories. I read this and the chords of my own very different yet essentially the same complicated, conflicted, crazy parental relationship vibrate inside my head and heart.

  2. Honest & reverent emotions reverberate throughout your posts. I’m sending you a pumpkin carriage full of glass slippers that you can wear from now until the end of time.
    Who loves ya?
    Lizzie……………and Marv!

  3. Cinderella was the only one he knew — once we tried to prompt him through Sleeping Beauty and finally gave up. Remember how the fairy godmother was really , subtly the prince’s mother? And that great bath at the end?

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