Meeting The Family

This story was originally published in Positive Words Magazine February 2016

 

It was the swinging sixties and I was a young girl influenced by the mod clothes that were so popular then.

The new boyfriend had taken me out to a couple of jazz club dances and to the movies and now was the time to meet the family.

The day finally came and I dressed with great care in my straight leg black pants, high heels and big mohair cardigan thinking I looked great.

He picked me up on his motor scooter and away we went. His house was quite quaint with a fabulous twisted chimney and a shingle roof.  His Mother was a very English lady who seemed quite superior and his Father was Australian.

His Father was sitting on a couch watching television and as I walked over to meet him he started to call out, he was plugged into the television set with a hearing aid and I had stepped on the cord almost pulling his ears off. This was not a good beginning and I felt very embarrassed. We had afternoon tea and I began to relax. My boyfriend’s Mother called him into the kitchen and said in rather a loud voice, “that girl looks like a trollop with her tight trousers and high heels and whatever are you doing going out with a such a common girl!”

I did not understand what a trollop was but certainly realised that I had not made a very good impression.

We persisted with our romance and eventually married but my Mother-in-Law did not quite get over the day that I met the family.

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