Twisted Tales From A Skewed Mind

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Book excerpt

The Boy Who Refused to Grow Old

The Bullocks have always been a contentious, strong minded lot.  In 1534, Margaret Bullock went to the stake rather than become a Protestant.  In 1554 under Bloody Mary’s reign, Thomas Bullock went to the flames rather than become Catholic. Their attitudes began to shrink the family lines, and during the religious wars against King Charles in 1641 and 1647, the Colonies became extremely appealing to the remaining Bullocks.

“We are sailing to Massachusetts where religion is practiced in purity,” their patriarch Silas Bullock announced.  And so the family sailed to Massachusetts. 

Six years later the patriarch’s righteous contentious ways so angered the good people of Massachusetts they packed him and his family off to Rhode Island to join the other dissenters. It was without the fanfare of a Roger Williams or an Anne Hutchinson as the Bullocks weren’t interested in converting others. It was their ability for adamant statements while disputing theology with their betters that became their undoing.

Rhode Island proved to be a refuge until the Revolutionary War when the Bullocks split the entire clan over whether they were Tories or true, freedom, independence minded Americans.  After the war, the greater portion of them moved westward, and began to flirt with spiritualism in one manner or another.

A little more than a century after the Revolutionary War, Trevor Bullock sat in the lecture hall, the smell of wet and drying woolens fading as his mind became enthralled with Madame Blavatsky and her Theosophical Society. His wife, Madeline, kept fidgeting and looking at the doorway. Why couldn’t she understand the concept of the universal brotherhood of humanity?  Madeline, of course, was not a true Bullock, but a cousin twice removed.

“I told you so,” said Madeline when Madame Blavantsky went to Europe, and Colonel Olcott left the western shores for India. “They can’t reconcile their concept of universal brotherhood with reality. You’d be far better off joining the Temperance movement to make man fit for being brothers.”

Since Trevor enjoyed his cigar and brandy after dinner, he ignored her. Divorce was not a simple procedure in 1889. Madeline, being a “good” wife continued to have his children:  ten of them to replenish the Bullock line. Most became staunch Methodists or Baptist, except for Trevor as he increasingly relied on brandy. Perhaps it was the ten children that drove him to drink.

Their religious fervor gradually faded into secularism, but they continually upheld their family tradition by being in the forefront of the latest cause whether it was voting rights for women, building bomb shelters, or protesting the war in Vietnam. In our age the youngest became enthralled with the desire for perpetual youth.

Matthew Aaron Bullock was six-years-old when his great-aunt Matilda passed away at the age of ninety. Matthew was devastated for Aunt Matilda lived next door and always provided him with cookies and a safe haven from whatever catastrophe intruded upon his small world.

“Why did she hafta die?”

“Because she wanted to rest,” fudged his mother as she did not believe in heaven or hell.

“Couldn’t she rest in bed?”

“Sometimes people need more rest,” was the vague answer.

“Daddy, Mommy won’t tell me why Aunt Matilda died.”

The, “Because it was her time,” assurance of his father left Matthew confused about the concept of time. Aunt Matilda’s ancient dog, Lightning, so named in his younger days, became Matthew’s constant companion while he watched television.

“It’s the least we can do for Aunt Matilda,” said his mother over his father’s objection to a dog in the house, and all returned to normal for almost a year until Lightning expired.

 “Why did he die, Mommy? He was my friend.”

“Well, he wanted to be with Aunt Matilda.”

“Where are they? I can go see them.”

“No, dear, they’re both gone.”

“Gone where?”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Matthew, we all die when we grow old.”

“Everybody? Will you and Daddy die too?”

“Oh, dear, Matthew, I didn’t mean to frighten you. That will be a long, long time yet. Not until we’re as old as Aunt Matilda was.”

“Will I die too?”                                                        

“Matthew, you’re too young for this. Go play outside.”

“No!” Matthew stamped his foot. “I want to know. Will I grow old too?”

“Everybody grows old, Matthew. That’s life. Really, it’s just part of living.”

“No, I won’t. I won’t!” The stubborn, red Bullock flush spread over Matthew’s face.

The years passed, and true to his word Matthew did not grow older. This caused a certain amount of medical tests, probes, counseling series, and worry for Matthew’s parents. Matthew remained oblivious to his parent’s pleas. He was quite happy with toys, whether they were organic, plastic, or mechanical. Schooling became a very real quandary. Since he did not physically mature, neither did his emotions or intellect. He remained forever in first or second grade (depending upon the school system in whatever town they lived) as he was unable to grasp the more complex concepts of social interaction or higher mathematics. His parents were left with the choice of moving every two or three years or keeping him at home. Their latest refuge was the high desert where people are more forgiving of human quirks.

“What will happen to you when we grow too old to take care of you?” wailed his mother.

Matthew smiled happily. “I can live with Benny, and we can play all day long.” Benny was his current next door neighbor.

“Benny will grow into an adult and move to a more lucrative job market,” snapped his mother. “He won’t have time to play.”

Matthew shrugged and ran outside hollering for his friend. “Hey, Benny, want to play?”

“Yeah, look what I have!” Benny showed Matthew a handheld game where adorable looking little monsters were busy dispatching each other at the commands of their trainers by employing fire, electric bolts, rocks dropping out of the sky, water, and strange spells that froze the opponent while the rival happily dispatched them.

“If you get one too, we can trade our fighters by holding our games close together. See.”  Benny showed Matthew an infra-red port. Neither child comprehended the meaning; they simply believed that the game would function as promised.

For some reason Matthew’s parents purchased the electronic devise and game for Matthew. He spent hours of enraptured game play, building his monsters to their highest levels, looking for the hidden, more powerful monsters in the game, and completely forgetting time or time of day until his mother would rudely pull the game away.

“I said it’s time for dinner, Matthew. Didn’t you hear me?”

“Mom, don’t turn it off. I’ve got to save it or I’ll lose all my new fighters.”

“Next time you’ll pay attention to me!”

Long wails of protests would greet her ears and finally, she would relent and allow him to save his game.

One day she became so exasperated, she actually enforced a command after putting up the game. “From now on, you cannot play unless we give our permission.”

Matthew, of course, stubbornly spent all his time thinking of new ways to play the game.  Once the game was in his hands, he would run and hide to play happily for hours.

His parents were incensed every time Matthew talked about his game until they noticed that Matthew had outgrown his shoes, his slacks, and his shirts. His mother (not being a Bullock) started to praise him.

“Why, Matthew, you are really growing!”

Before she could say more, her husband interrupted. “No, my dear, you are wrong. He’s still the same. Everything today is of such poor quality that the material shrunk.” He hustled her out of the room. 

“We have to chuck all of his clothing. Then we’ll go to the store tomorrow while Matthew is in school and buy new clothes. We’ll get everything in duplicates of larger and larger sizes.  Shoes wearing out are nothing new. He’ll never suspect if we don’t mention anything about his growing.”

His prognostication proved to be true. Matthew didn’t realize how his parents misled him even when he entered college where he enrolled in biology and chemical engineering with the goal of finding the gene to eternal youth. You’ll find him on television soon. He’ll be lecturing on maintaining perpetual youth.