Voices on the Wind Ironic Voices
JOHN NORMAN WEBBER 1898-1973 by Wilda Morris I who stayed to work with Father as a plasterer—though I would have preferred another life—was seen as the recalcitrant son by those who left against his wishes to make their own way in the world. Unlike the prodigal’s older brother, I welcomed my brother’s back, attended feasts where they wore the robe and ring, ate the fatted calf which was never killed for me. I loved my wife as much as they loved theirs and both of us loved children. Was it God who denied us our fondest wish? Yet no one was more beloved by the nephews and nieces who climbed our locust tree, walked with us through fields of wildflowers, fished the tiny lake, and milked our goats. Uneducated, unlike my brothers with their Master’s degrees, I read Webster’s Unabridged Dictionary for pure pleasure. When I came to the definition of irony, I said to myself, this defines my life.