Rebecca Morton
Bio
An older Gen X-er, my childhood was surrounded by theatre people. My adulthood has been surrounded by children, first my students, then my own, and now more students! You can also find me on Medium here: https://medium.com/@becklesjm
Stories (42/0)
Candy from the Popcorn Wagon
It was called the “Popcorn Wagon”, because that’s what the large sign over the window said. It was a stationary, red painted circus wagon which was a fixture at the edge of a road one block up from my block every summer, and ONLY in the summer. It had one window on the side which faced the perpetual line of children every evening until after the streetlights went on. I don’t recall it being open any time but the evening.
By Rebecca Mortonabout a year ago in Families
Two Nine-Year-Old Atheists Walk Into a Church
“Why are you two girls talking and laughing?” Linnie (not her real name) smiled at me across the wide white table. My back was to the Sunday School teacher but Linnie was facing her. I waited for Linnie to answer the question, but she didn’t so I said, without turning around, “We don’t believe in God”. The Sunday School teacher, whom I’ve only seen once in my life, that one day, asked me to repeat my answer.
By Rebecca Morton2 years ago in Confessions
Carousel of Terror, 2005
Were we risking our lives to get to Walt Disney World? For all we knew that morning, my husband and I were actually going to put our seven-year-old daughter in the same building, possibly the same train, as a terrorist bomb just so we could go to “the happiest place on Earth.”
By Rebecca Morton2 years ago in Families
1972 Mystery Play
My first vivid memory of being in church is sitting in a pew at age six watching a man hold a knife in the air as he held a younger man down so he could stab him. No matter how much my mother talked about it beforehand, I still was not emotionally prepared for it.
By Rebecca Morton2 years ago in Confessions
