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I'm usually one to take full responsibility for anything I do in life, but as for my propensity in the authoring arts, I have no compunction about blaming a stubborn old cote, my dad, Don Marshall. He was always quick to make me live with his propensity for humorous writing such as puns, satire, telling tall tales, and embarrassing us kids if he thought he could put a smile on someone's face.
If I needed to get out of school to say, go on an archaeological dig with him, he wrote notes for me--unusual notes, funny notes, notes that rhymed, notes in code, notes that drove the principal of our high school batty. I acted embarrassed about the 'notes' and yet deep inside I was secretly pleased that the Marshall's were something special and not afraid to flaunt it.
Despite my trials with a flagrantly unique Dad, I did the same to my daughter when she attended school, "The reason Karma didn't make it to school yesterday was because 3 roads out of here were flooded and the 4th was under water." She hated it too! Then when she figured out it was Mom putting the notes under her pillow in place of a tooth, she confronted me and I finally confessed. "Honey, I am temporarily filling in for the tooth fairy who broke her leg in a motorcycle accident.
Yet today Karma is a successful writer like Grandpa, Grandma, her mother, and even her uncles, Chris Marshall and Michael Marshall. We are flagrantly unique as a family and darn proud of it.
So enjoy our work, my antics in Alaska and my Dad's tall tall tales, if he isn't filing in for Santa, who really needs a break this year.
Dad's Tall Tales
