Dallas Voice (Dallas, Tex.), Vol. 16, No. 31, Ed. 1 Friday, December 3, 1999 Page: 4 of 88
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The transforming power of the holidays
friend sent me my
first holiday greet-
ing of the year.
she posted. "I hate
the holidays and
Lee Lynch Of course, she's
Amazon Trail not really a cow-
girl, just an ex-
back- to-the-tand New England immi-
grant who rides horses. And she does-
n't really hate the holidays. She just
can't take the stress anymore.
Winter wasn't always so freighted
with ordeal. My mother has a picture of
me, front teeth missing, standing in
front of a lighted Christmas tree in a
western short and cowboy hat and
boots, a six-shooter at my hip. Back
then, Christmas was transforming.
I'd be put to bed with my high spir-
its disappointingly early so Santa could
visit. My parents would pull the cut
tree in from the fire escape where
they'd stored it, and they'd decorate
mto the wee small hours. In the morn-
ing the living room was a wonderland
of rainbow-colored lights and red and
green and silver wrapping paper. I was
allowed some small gift to occupy me
while the adults, including my big
brother, ate a traditional Irish dish
called blood pudding. Yuck.
There were always big brown-paper-
wrapped parcels from the relatives. All
year my mother saved red- and white-
striped string from the bakery, rolling it
into a great ball to use at gift-giving
After dinner, in good weather, little
kids would spring out of doorways
with all kinds of booty. The girls had
fancy clothes. The boys had sports
equipment. I had my six-shooter.
When we got a car we'd drive sever-
al hours to spend Thanksgiving and
Christmas with extended family. There
would be up to 20 people at a time in
my aunt and uncle's flat. What a pro-
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Kudos to-special section
Your first annual Automotive Special
Section [published Nov. 12] was informative
and very well done. I especially appreciate
your spotlighting Jeff Hansen, our liaison to
the gay community.
Jeff works tirelessly for the community
and has my whole hearted support. Jeff is
one of our most respected employees, not
only by me, but by his peers..
As an outsider looking* in, I sincerely
appreciate the patronage of the gay commu-
duction those holidays were: mashed
potatoes for battalions, red faces from
cooking and tippling, uncles goosing
aunts, Grampa chain smoking Pall
Thanksgiving at our
house this year ended
up with about 18
women. Last year a stray
dog arrived. No nuclear
family can outdo the
commotion a dozen les-
bians and a needy dog
Malls in the living room, cousins crack-
ing walnuts 'til we ruined our appetites
for everything but apple pie and vanil-
la ice cream.
These good memories spur me on.
Almost half a century later I'm carrying
on the traditions.
nity. I realize there are many choices in car
dealers. 1 also fully realize that our #1 in
Texas sales ranking would not be possible
without the support of your community.
Owner, Prestige Ford
Proud of St. Stephen
I am very proud to say that I have been
attending St. Stephen’s for the last several
months. They really "walk the talk" when it
come to the true meaning of being a
Christian. They believe everyone is a child
of God, including gays and lesbians.
These are very important people to our
Thanksgiving at our house this year
ended up with about 18 women. Last
year a stray dog arrived just before din-
ner. No nuclear family can outdo the
commotion a dozen lesbians and a
needy dog can generate.
(He was reunited with his family the
next day, by the way.)
The company was good again — the
booksellers, the naturalist, a sprinkling
of Lover's theater friends, the
masseuse, the mammologist, the avicul-
turist, a social worker, a novelist, an
attorney, two librarians and a theolo-
Suddenly I was dusting my neglect-
ed cat figurine collection and excavat-
ing a path through heaps of reference
books, CDs, lesbian fiction and laundry
on my office floor. I even cleaned the
scuzz from the shower crevices.
It's beginning to feel a lot like a holi-
day. Gay clan time. Over-eating time.
Stress out time.
Why do I do this to myself? Lover
and I have had some wonderful, nap-
filled, cozy holidays together. And
we've had gatherings that knocked us
out for a week.
Even Cowgirl, who always fights off
company and travel at holiday time,
who would hide under an empty gravy
tureen if she could, can't escape the fre-
netic food shopping and in-your-ears
Salvation Army bells.
Oh, I know what drives rne. It's the
memory of being tucked in for the night
and smelling that pine as it was trans-
formed with light and glitter. It's the
wonder of a little kid turning into a
cowgirl for the day.
Again this year we'll go to the book-
sellers' for dinner on Christmas Day.
But until I call my cowgirl friend and
listen to her excited, playful talk — lis-
ten to how even she's been trans-
DECEMBER 3, 1999 DALLAS VOICE
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