#4 - "Things Lay, people Lie."
Friday, April 24, 2009
One Hundred Things My Mother Taught Me A Million Times - Chapter 4
#4 - "Things Lay, people Lie."
I have been called
pretentious, and having spent most of my life trying to appear smarter,
prettier, and more successful and interesting than I am, I'd have to agree. Of
course that is relative to how smart, pretty, successful and interesting I
really am, so I don't think my pretension is particularly psychotic, but
perhaps that last statement was.
How does all of
this relate to mom's lesson #4, "things lay, people lie," which she
taught me a million times? Well, mom was all about appearances, and grammar was
one of the many rungs on the ladder to being smarter, prettier, and more
successful and interesting. Mom believed that grammar, if executed poorly,
doomed you to being "common," which in her mind was the seventh level
of hell.
Conversely, she
believed that if one executed grammar well, one could avoid the hell of
commonality. By the way, I never heard my mother say hell, or damn, or any
other expletive other than "deeee-ern," which wasn't even
"darn," but when said signaled unparalleled anger. Not being common
is lesson #5, so I'm not going to get into that one just yet, but like
"the uncertainly of life (lesson #2)," "not being common"
is an overarching theme in the one hundred things my mother taught me a million
times. Oh, and for the record, not all of my mother's lessons stuck; I know
that. Click on Read More Below...
OK, back to laying
and lying. Mother was always subtle in her lessons. She would never come right
out and say that people are liars, and I honestly don't think she thought they
were. In fact, I think that my penchant for believing that everyone is honest,
or at least "means well," probably comes from my mother, who I never
heard say an unkind word about anyone (not even son-in-laws, and she had four).
Think about that for a minute. I never heard my mother say an unkind thing
about another person. How many people can lay claim to that characteristic?
Don't get me wrong, my mother wasn't a saint, and there are times that she just
about drove me to matricide (have you read Almost Moon" by Alice
Sebold?), but she did have some very admirable traits. Interestingly enough, I
think that she stayed out of trouble, or retained her aura of goodness, mostly
because she never said much of anything (until she turned 70 - another story),
which brings us back to lying.
Have you ever
noticed what a strange word lying is (lie, lying, liar)? I want to know who was
in charge of derivations when this word was invented! People do lie. There are
so many different types of lies aren't there? I'm probably missing some, but it
seems that there are: 1. Outright, malicious, hurt-someone lies, 2. I'm-deluding-myself
lies, 3. Lies of omission, 4. Little white lies, 5. Lies told in the act of sparing
someone’s feelings, and 6. Lies of exaggeration. I participate in 2, 3, 4, 5
& 6, but I forgive myself for these lies because they aren't malicious. My
husband seems only to participate in number 2. He is painfully honest and,
honestly, I think that although the truth sometimes hurts, I never have to try
to figure out what he means or if he's being truthful/honest. I tell people
that with Crouse, what you see is what you get. I think that I could give up
all lies except number 5. Reflecting on the "what a terrible web we
weave..." I don't really think that some lies are that terrible, except
for the malicious ones, and the ones we tell ourselves, and the exaggerations,
and the omissions, and true, little white ones can turn into dark hairy ones
easily enough. Well, OK, lying is bad.
What do you lie
about? Are you lying to yourself when you say that you don't lie? Have I
correctly used "lie" throughout this post? Is my mother rolling over
in her grave at my poor grammar? I haven't even talked about laying, but my
primitive mind seems to only relate to that term sexually, so we'll just skip
it.
Perhaps
I should just take a lesson from mom and shut up - at least until my next post,
which as mentioned above, will be mom's lesson #5, "Never be common."
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SueAnn,
ReplyDeleteI LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the picture of Momy on your blog! I wish you could keep it up so when others are reading what your mother taught you, they can put the face and the writings together. I miss her so much!!
I am in full agreement with her belief concerning grammar. I've always been very aware that the words coming from my mouth and heard for the first time by someone else is the only chance I get to (hopefully) prove I AM an intelligent person.
I'm hoping to add in some way to your thoughts because I have no doubt what Momy taught my mother, she's passed on to me through the years.
I applaud your effort in this and wish you much success!
Lynda
Thank you Lynda. I am so pleased that you are reading my blog. Be sure to show it to your mom when you can. Love you always,
ReplyDeleteAunt Sue
Definitely not common--perhaps uncommonly talented! Sign me up!
ReplyDeleteCarol
She had to work very hard on me. Now i feel sorry for her. The worst student for languages and grammar. After her lessons the pain reminded me of that cop in the French Connection when he was coming off heroin.
ReplyDelete"Liar Liar Pants on Fire" I didn't lie much cause I didn't want to hear the chant.
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