It seems I’ve neglected to introduce you to FringeMan. It’s because there’s just so much to say that I’m not sure where to begin. I’ve been told by some that I use too many words, so they opt to enjoy my pictures. For them I’ll use pictures to tell our story.
If you think I’m living on the fringe, you ain’t seen nothin yet! That’s FringeMan language. He ran into an old buddy the other day who was astounded by the change in my hubby’s language. He asked if FringeMan had become a statesman or something…no, that’s what happens when you take speech and grammar classes.
Where do I begin? As a boy, FringeMan entered life milking cows in upstate New York and transitioned to a Florida surfer boy. After high school the cowboy boot wearing, southern twang speaking surfer moved to New York and endured the culture shock experienced by those not born with a Bronx accent.
FringeMan joined a FringeBand…he’s a bit extreme. It’s taken FringeGirl eleven years to convince him of this fact and at times he still argues the point.
FringeMan is the one with the zipped jacket in lower left corner.
Last year during a church meeting, a man stood up and called FringeMan a maverick. Realize this is before it was en vogue to be a maverick.
Notice the street sign? It’s got a church on the corner and everything. How appropriate.
By day FringeMan was being apprenticed as an electrician. By night, he was screaming angry rhetoric and bashing guitars. For fun he hunted, fished, and trapped. He enjoyed killing things…that’s another story.
When FringeMan was 29, in walked FringeGirl. By this time the band had dismembered and John (FringeMan) was a seasoned electrician. At first glance, he fell head-over-guitar for FringeGirl. FringeGirl however, had other plans. She was going directly to graduate school, getting an apartment in Manhattan, and marrying a suit and tie. FringeMan, being the maverick that he is, changed her plans.
And they wed very quickly…so quickly some whispered it may be a shotgun wedding.
FringeMan played on their fear.
The FringeFamily’s lives have been a roller-coaster ride. They’ve encountered frigid winds, dark nights, and the thrill of living on the edge. FringeMan is now a pastor – what a story that is, but we’ll have to wait for FringeMan to make a guest appearance and tell his own story.
Enough words for today.
Kelly Creason says
Just popped over from Widow’s Christian Place. You have a wonderful blog and I enjoy your Fringe Humor. I literally laughed out loud when I saw the guys with the shotguns. THAT is hilarious to the nth degree. My husband made me laugh every day of our lives, and it is obvious God gave you and Fringe Family that same wonderful gift. I will definitely visit often. God’s blessings on the Fringe household.
That was fun. I didn’t realize you guys got married fast. How old is John Cole again? Just kidding Oh yeah, the guy who called him a maverick, was that in anger?
That was great! Thanks for sharing! What a great story … and I loved your Mom’s comment! I love learning more and more about you …
Domestically Challenged says
Nice to meet you Mr. Fringe-pants. My hubs came for a bloggy visit as well. Except I had to keep moderating him. Silly men.
Have a great night!
How cute is THAT!!!!!
Would like to hear more of that story!
Tabitha (From Single to Married) says
What a great story!! Love the pics too…
JanMary, N Ireland says
My first time visiting your blog.
Here fringe is a hair style – I think you call them “bangs”, so I kept looking at the photos looking for a fringe hairstyle!
I love the pic of the men and their shotguns. It’s perfect!
Hilarious! Loved it!
Kimberly Eddy says
That last photo says it all!!! HA HA. Thank you for sharing.
Now that was GREAT!!! I love that he was in a band… there has to be at least one thing in your past that will knock your future kids off their seats! Thank you so much for joining.
Mama Belle says
Love this post!
La Petite Belle told a sales clerk last week that her daddy used to be a rock star. (He had long hair and played bass … to her that was a rock star.)
Hat Chick says
Wow! I love to hear how people got together. Looks like Fringeman has a lot of layers, like an onion.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAH, the memories!!!! I personally love – “With this Wing I We Wed”!!
That is one of the strangest bag of characteristics I’ve ever encountered…in a good way. Intrigued. Can’t wait.
Awesome story! I look forward to reading more about FringeMan.
Barb Cooper says
Oh, this is a great story and told wonderfully! Y’all look pretty darn happy!
Debbie York says
That was a fabulous read. I bet the Maverick has a fantastic testimony to share. Would love to hear it. The photos are a hoot, especially the shotguns. Y’all are both too cute! Debbie
andrea frazer says
Wow, what a great story! And I love the picture below of both of you dancing. I hope you have a great weekend.
It’s been very nice meeting you, FringeMan! Looking forward to what you have to say in the future.
Junk Sophisticate says
Enjoyable post! The photos were fun and your narrative funny as always.
To the happy couple…all these years later!
Mindy, I do hope you share your story!
Robin, Let’s just say they don’t let my husband do the music in church. Just kidding…he plays a wide variety of music now.
Jenn, I’m ignorant when it comes to blog etiquette. You can always email. Some people respond to comments and others don’t. I do sometimes.
You are hilarious. I love the pictures and the introduction to FringeMan. My Hubby and I had a singing pastor at the church where we met. Does FringeMan sing as well? If so, maybe it’s more common than I thought. Does he still play guitar? Do you play?
Thanks for visiting again. I still can’t figure out if you want to converse and respond to comments, do you just keep visiting the comment box? Or is email appropriate….the whole blogging etiquette thing again. Happy Weekend!
Janna Qualman says
What a great post, and you can’t go wrong with pictures!
And we have the “too many words” think in common, I think.
What a great story!! Hope you’ll tell us more about your Fringe World. Love the photo with the men on the porch with their shotguns!
Where do I start on this post? I loved it!!! The words! (Whoever told you you use too many words should be shot with FringeMan’s own gun. They are so, so, so wrong. Keep writing, girl. You’ve got the gift!) The love! (I’m so glad that the Maverick won this time.) The dead animals! (See? I’m not the only one!) And of course, your trademark humor, which apparently FringeMan shares with you. The pictures were great too.
It’s 6:30 in the morning and I’m laughing out loud. You’re a great way to start the day!
The Texas Woman
And yes, he threw her over his shoulder and proudly announced, “I got me a wife”!
I knew I lost FringeGirl to FringeMan one day when we were shopping for shoes. Here I am picking out these pretty black dress heels for her and she is holding up Timberland hiking boots! My jaw dropped and I knew they would soon be taking the FringeWalk down the aisle!
I heart this post! The pictures are so awesome! I can’t believe FringeMan became a pastor. He should sing acid rock religious songs, now.. That would be rockin’. I’d convert – I swear. I’d become a rockin’ FringeJew.
The picture of the band’s poster made me laugh out loud.
Barbara Davis says
So happy you visited The Serenity Gate. Please come by often.
Love your post!!
I love the Fringe Love Story! I’m almost inspired to share the Snakelover/Rockin M story. Hmmm… ~Mindy
ALVN of WhisperWood Cottage says
Love this post! Would he be considered a FringePastor?