I don't have time to do justice to this post, but the urge to write while it's fresh in my mind overwhelms me.
I don't write about my dad often on this site, for mainly one
reason...I'm a little out there, somewhat controversial, sporadically
foul mouthed, and consistently wrong.
I am however, my fathers kid, he raised me to be exactly who I am...my own person.
As Foreman Scotty, dad
touched the lives of countless Oklahoma children, during an era when
child abuse of course existed, but wasn't nearly as prevalent. Mothers
were mainly home with their children not in the workforce, keeping a
close eye on the comings and goings of their children. Neighbors new
each other, stayed connected through church, civic events, etc. It was
perhaps the last generation in which this type of family existed and
flourished.
We call them the Boomers, they grew up and made the biggest impact
on our society ever, both socially, and technologically. They made the
last BIG difference before apathy consumed, the "what about me?" crowd
came in, and somehow, somewhere the family fell apart.
Yesterday I had the enormous pleasure of meeting a man who sprung up
out of this era, a man who like so many other kids, grew up watching my
dad's show, and taking something away from the lessons he tried to
teach.
Randy, a fellow writer,
found me through a search for Foreman Scotty some time back, and has
been following the blog. Through a series of nothing less than divinely
lead events, Randy ended up standing in front of me yesterday at my
kiosk, with a long list of special order items...and the name tag he
wore as a small child on The Foreman Scotty Show, some 40 plus years
ago, tucked in his pocket.
As I said, I don't have time to do justice to this post, but let me
sum it up with an except from an email I received from Randy this
morning:
"I'm just a grown up guy that used to be a
one eyed self conscious kid from Elk City Oklahoma that was made to
feel normal and accepted by your dad.
Me on the other hand..... I got to meet Foreman Scotty's daughter....now that.... that is cool.
Seriously,
it was great to meet you and be able to attach a real person with words
on a page. I'll be reading because you write the way you talk... Real.
Thanks for sharing your dad with all of us."
Randy
I feel the same way Randy, and you are so very welcome.
What I'm suspecting here, is dad not only helped my brother and I to
become our own people, but many more. At least one for certain, and his
name is Randy Warren.
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