Something far-fetched you took as gospel before learning it wasn't so

Georgiagranny

Georgiagranny

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When we were kids, our grandmother would let us look through old photos in the attic...a fun thing to do on a rainy day. Some were truly old, tintypes, sepia prints and lots of black and white pictures taken long before color film was even thought of.

One day when Grampa came home for lunch, my 7-year-old sister asked why the pictures were either brown and white or black and white. Grampa said, "Those were the only colors there were in the old days. There wasn't any color to anything."

My sister was in 7th grade and about 13 when she mentioned it in school because "My grampa told me." She'd believed for years that the sky wasn't blue, grass wasn't green in the old days because, yanno, "There wasn't color to anything." Grampa said so.

Me? It never sNOwed in England. Ireland and Scotland, yes, but England? Nope. Don't know where I got that idea but was in 9th grade the first time I saw "A Christmas Carol." Hm. There was sNOw in that movie. In London. London is in England. It was a revelation for sure.
 

When I was a child, one of the Christmas traditions was a special Christmas pudding. Special because it had money in it. Us kids would dig through, hoping we'd find some cash. I'd long wondered why you can't buy it today, figuring that we now live in a world where health and safety rules.

It was much much later that I mentioned this to my elder sister, and she broke it to me that there never was such a pudding, my parents used to put the money in and ensure we all got the same amount. :D
 

As a kid I saw a western movie where it was mentioned that a woman had been raped. I thought they had said raked. I asked what does that mean? Raked? Oh yeah, they dragged rakes across her body. Well, that sounded quite painful. Don't remember how long it was before I learned the awful truth.
 
Mine is another 'grandma' story...I can remember when dad and mom had to go somewhere and grandma came over to babysit my brother and me. Grandma would take my brother and me for a walk out into the woods, we'd all three sit down on a log and grandma would go into this elaborate story about the fairies that lived in a hole in the ground, this lasted until mom and dad were miles down the road....I don't know why this silly story stayed with me, but I looked for fairies for a long time...
 
hollydolly said:
you're not alone Chic... my otherwise very intelligent, stoical 47 year old daughter, has never forgiven me for LYING to her about Santa and fairies... she still holds it against me..:LOL:
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Oh. I can relate to that. It's exactly what I felt about my parents when they told me about Santa and the Easter Bunny. They didn't trust me to handle the truth. I was let down more than anything. And this is why I am a conspiracy theorist now. Probably. It's possible. :unsure:
 
The usual Christian lies, Santa, Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny, but learning the truth didn't bother me too much.

There was a song my father sang when I was little, and tho' I don't think I understood the lyrics except for the chorus... "The Big Rock Candy Mountain". I believed there was such a thing for quite some time.
 
chic said:
Oh. I can relate to that. It's exactly what I felt about my parents when they told me about Santa and the Easter Bunny. They didn't trust me to handle the truth. I was let down more than anything. And this is why I am a conspiracy theorist now. Probably. It's possible. :unsure:
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It's not that I didn't trust my daughter age 3 or 4 to handle the truth per se.. and probably the same with your parents, and everyone's elses parents, we just wanted to create a little magic for the children
 
@chic Our first Christmas Stateside after the war (that would be WWII), we stayed with my maternal grandparents. I was 6. Christmas morning at their house we knew there was no Santa Claus because some of the gifts that made an appearance under their tree were actually things that we'd had before we left and had been stored.

Once we were onto that Santa scam, we figured out the tooth fairy and the Easter bunny.
 
I had figured out how they made people. They used a mold, and then sold them in stores like Sears. When I was 9, I was told I was getting a brother. I expected this kid to come walking in, but my parents brought home a baby- they just had to buy the cheapy grow-your-own kind. A few years later, my classmate, Jeffry, told me about this 'dirty' way.
 
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