Truly I believe honesty is a family trait. I’m not sure how far back it goes, but it goes at least three generations back to my Grandpa Etheridge who was a missionary to Central America. He was known for his complete honesty. One of my favorite memories was when we were all visiting my Aunt Charlotte’s house. Grandpa said, “Charlotte, those are the ugliest pants I’ve ever seen.”
She smiled genuinely and replied, “Carl, I’ve never heard you say anything like that to Frieda (my Mom).”
To which he replied, “I’ve never seen Frieda WEAR anything that ugly.” He never meant any offense. He was just being candid.
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