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Copyright 2011 by Lucia P. Ewing
All rights reserved.
Published in the United States by Crown Publishers, an imprint of the
Crown Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc., New York.
www.crownpublishing.com
CROWN is a trademark and the Crown colophon is a registered trademark of
Random House, Inc.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Greenhouse, Lucia.Fathermothergod: my journey out of Christian Science/by Lucia Greenhouse.
p. cm.
1. Greenhouse, Lucia. 2. Christian ScientistsUnited StatesBiography. 3. Christian ScienceControversial literature.
I. Title. II. Title: Father, mother, God.
BX6996.G74A3 2011
289.5092dc22
[B] 2011001059
ISBN 978-0-307-72092-4eISBN 978-0-307-72094-8
Printed in the United States of America
Book design by Lauren Dong
Jacket photography courtesy of the author
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Photos of Lucia Greenhouse
Note: These images are additional content, not included in fathermoth
Lucia, home from boarding
school, with an Easter cake.
London 1977.
Lucias mom, possibly taken in Hampstead Heath during the London years. 1975-78.
Lucia sitting in her
fathers study. 1974.
Lucia in front of the Mother Church, at the Christian Science
Headquarters in Boston, MA. 2011.
Lucias parents on a ski trip to Sun Valley, Utah, date
unknown, probably early sixties.
Lucia, on her way to the Circle Eight Ranch.
Around 1968.
Lucia with her mom and brother. 1968.
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April 1970
Wayzata, Minnesota
One afternoon a couple of weeks before my eighth birthday,my five-year-old brother, Sherman, and I scramble out of the
school bus and race each other home up the steep hill, which we
only doand always doon Wednesdays. Wednesday is Caramel
Apple Day, because on Wednesday mornings, Mom volunteers at
the Christian Science Reading Room, and on the way home she
stops at the Excelsior bakery for their caramel apple special. We
drop our books in the front hall and dart into the kitchen to find
not only the white square cardboard bakery box sitting, as usual,on the lazy Susan in the middle of the table but also our older sister,
Olivia, asleep on the tattered red and white love seat, with a blanket
up to her chin. Her long brown hair is pulled back in a ponytail. Her
chin, cheeks, nose, forehead, and both hands are covered in little
red spots.
Hi! Sherman says.
Olivia opens her eyes.
Chicken pox, she says miserably.
Do they hurt? I ask.
They really itch, she says, wincing.
Satisfied with her answer, our eyes turn to the caramel apples.
You want one? Sherman asks.
Olivia shakes her head no.
Mom appears as we help ourselves to the bakery box.
Olivia has chicken pox? I ask.Mom doesnt answer.
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Mom? Chicken po
In Christian Science, she reminds us gently, we know that
there is no illness. No disease. No contagion. Olivia is not sick. She
is Gods perfect child. We are all going to work very hard to keep
our thoughts elevated.
Does that mean she doesnt have to go to school? I ask Mom.
It means I cant, Olivia says.
No fair! Sherman protests. How come?
Well, even though we know Olivia isnt sickcant be sick,
our mother says, we need to follow the schools policy on certain . . .matters.
I cant go back to school until the chickenI mean, until . . .
they . . . crust over, Olivia says.
We know from Sunday school that were not supposed to name
illness, because by naming something, we are giving in to the lie
about it. Mary Baker Eddy tells us to stand porter at the door of
thought.
For the next several days, life at our house is unbearably dull.My brother and I go to school; our sister doesnt, until her spots
crust over. After school, our friends dont come to play kickball or
ride bikes in our driveway. We are told its because of contagion,a
scary thing other people worry about but we Christian Scientists
dont believe in. We know that contagion is about germs spreading;
we also know thatprevailing thought(something we can tell is bad
just from the way our parents and other Christian Scientists say it)
claims that chicken pox is contagious. But we have learned in Sun-
day school that theres no such thing as germs.
Before we go to bed, Olivia, Sherman, and I pile into our par-
ents bed and listen as they read aloud various passages from the
Bible and Science and Health.
We weep because others weep, we yawn because they yawn,
my mother recites. Curiously, I find myself yawning.
And we have smallpox because others have it; but mortal mind,not matter, contains and carries the infection.
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I think to myself that Id rather hear the next chapter of Little
House in the Big Woods, the book Mom was reading to us before
Olivia got spots.
They read aloud for almost an hour. Snuggled under the soft
comforter and between warm bodies, we fall asleep; soon we are
carried, half-awake, to our own beds.
Am I going to getI hesitate groggilychicken pox? My
father has just brought me a drink of water.
Lets talk about what youre learning in Sunday school, he says
gently. Is sickness real?I shake my head no.
Are you Gods child?
I nod yes.
Can you be anything but perfect?
Nope.
Mary Baker Eddy says we must put on the panoply of Love.Do
you remember whatpanoplymeans?
Even though Ive heard the word a lot in Sunday school, I cannever remember what it means. I make a face that tells my dad Ive
forgotten.
A panoply is a full suit of armor, he says. So if we think of
Gods love as a suit of armor, protecting us, we can never be hurt or
sick.
Well, I ask, how come Olivia has . . . spots?
Thats just erroneous belieferror, my dad says, which we
all must guard against. She may have the appearanceof error,but
we know its a lie, an illusion.
My Sunday school teacher talks a lot about errortoo, and I re-
member what that is: sin, disease, and death. She tells us that error
is like a mirage in the desert: the vision of a pool of water where
there is nothing but sand. So when my dad says Olivias spots are
the appearance of error,I understand that he means the spots are not
real. But I dont exactlyunderstand how that can be; it seems likeeverything that Christian Science says is unreal is real, and vice
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versa. I guess when Im older itll make more sense, but for now, it
is comforting enough to know that, as Mom and Dad and Sunday
school have taught me, Christian Science is ascience that works.
Okay, Loosh, Dad says, and I know it is time for bedtime
prayers, and he will give me a choice.
Daily Prayer?
I shake my head no.
Fathermothergod, I say.
Together, we recite the Childrens Prayer, written by Mary Baker
Eddy.
Father-Mother God,
Loving me,
Guard me while I sleep;
Guide my little feet
Up to Thee.
I kick the covers off my bed and levitate my feet toward mycanopy.
Good night, Dad, I say, giggling at our silliness. I pull the cov-
ers back up to my chin.
My father gives me a kiss on the forehead, and I wonder if he has
just done the same to my sister, who is now asleep in the next room.
My sister has gotten to skip four days of school already and hang out
in our parents bedroom watching TV and eating cinnamon but-
tered toast. As appealing as that sounds, my birthday is only days
away. If I get spots, I know I wont be able to have my party.
The next morning, I wake up and my pajamas are damp and
cold, and Im shaking. I crawl out of bed and walk over to the mir-
ror on my wall to see if I have red spots like Olivia. I have only a
flushed face (it looks like Im wearing Grandmas rouge) and bright
red ears. My throat stings when I swallow, my head hurts a little bit,
and I feel really tired. I return to bed and yell, Mo-om?Moments later she enters my room.
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I dont feel good, I say.
She sits down beside me, tenderly pushes my bangs out of the
way, and places her hand on my forehead. I know from TV that
this is how you check for fever, but I have never seen my mom do
this. Fever, I know, is error.Then she presses her lips against my
forehead, which should feel like a kiss, but I wonder if shes doing
something else.
Hmm, I think well give Mrs. Hannah a call, Mom says.
Mrs. Hannah is our Christian Science practitioner. We call
her when we are sickI mean, when we have a problemandshe prays for us. She is also the superintendent of our Sunday
school. She leads us each week in singing hymns and reciting the
Lords Prayer with its spiritual interpretation by Mary Baker Eddy.
She is not much taller than me, and she is round. She needs to
stand on a stool when shes behind the lectern,and even then, we
cant see her face, only the top of her head and her arms. Sometimes
I squint, and her arms look like theyre attached to the sides of the
tall desk.I hear my brother, Sherman, calling from down the hall. My
mother gets up and goes to his room. I fall back asleep, and when
I wake up, my sister has already left for school with Dad (her spots
have crusted over), and Mom has brought me a tray with cinnamon
toast and orange juice. I dont want to eat it.
How would you and Sherman like to go to Grandmas today?
my mother says, as she sits down beside me again.
Grandmas house could be my favorite place in the whole world.
From the moment I walk through the front door, and feel the pleas-
ant warmth of the house my mom grew up in, I experience some-
thing magical. The kitchen smells of coffee, and Grandma keeps a
candy dish of lemon drops next to her ashtray on the small round
kitchen table. In the powder room off the front hall, set on the shelf
of the toilet tank, theres a basket of miniature lipsticks, ranging from
Siren Red to Pearly Pink, several little rouge compacts, each with itsown brush, and a dozen tiny bottles of perfume samples. Next to this
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basket is a jar of Jergens lotion. I love that smell too. My cousin Mimi
and I can spend hours in the powder room, making each other up,
and then we climb the steep stairs to the attic, which smells of moth-
balls, where there are boxes and boxes of costumes, ballet tutus, and
our moms old prom dresses, as well as my grandfathers old black
leather doctors bag filled with his tools. My grandmothers nurse
uniform and cap from when she was younger are there too.
But today, I dont want to go anywhere.
I want to stay home, Mom, I say.
Cmon, she says. And so we go. Mom lets us each bring a blan-ket and pillow for the twenty-minute car ride. I close my eyes and
try to get comfortable, but now I ache all over. I wonder to myself
why Moms making us get out of bed and drive to Grandmas. When
we arrive, Grandma greets us at the door with her soft-cheeked hug
and the warm squeeze of her hand on my arm. I love the way her
charm bracelet jingles.
Here, lets get you settled. Would you like to watch TV in my
bed?Normally, when Grandma asks if I want to sleep in her room
during a sleepover, I say no, politely, because Grandma snores, but
today, it will be just Sherman and me in the room. I nod yes.
My brother and I climb under the covers and face each other,
wondering what to make of today. We should be in school, but in-
stead well get to watchBewitchedandLets Make a Deal.Grandma
brings us a tray, with two tiny glasses of orange juice, two bowls of
Lipton instant chicken noodle soup (my favorite), cinnamon toast
cut into triangles, and two bowls of applesauce.
I frown. I hate applesauce.
Go on, have some, Grandma says. It tastes good when youre
under the weather. She spoons it into each of our mouths as though
we are toddlers.
Im not sure whats going on. Olivia just had chicken pox (or
the erroneous belief in chicken pox), and weve spent the last weekpraying a lot and not seeing friends. Now, my brother and I dont
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have spots but were under the weather and Mom has called Mrs.
Hannah, who is praying for us. Instead of going to school we have
come to Grandmas, where we are being spoon-fed applesauce, which
has what looks to me like teeny bits of chalk in it and leaves a taste in
my mouth that is yucky and bitter. The cinnamon toast fixes that.
Mom comes into the bedroom, Grandma goes downstairs, and
together weMom, Sherman, and Ising Mothers Evening
Prayer, one of the hymns by Mary Baker Eddy that we know by
heart. I dont know why, but when I sing it, my eyes tear.
O gentle presence, peace and joy and power;
O, Life divine, that owns each waiting hour,
Thou Love that guards the nestlings faltering flight!
My throat tightens, and when the tune climbs upward on nest-
lings faltering flight, I start to cry. I just want to feel better.
Keep Thou my child on upward wing to-night . . .
Mom rubs my back, my nose gets all runny, and my voice sort of
wobbles through the remaining four verses.
After were done with the hymn, we recite the Scientific State-
ment of Being, just like we do at the end of Sunday school every
week:
There is no life, truth, intelligence, nor substance in matter.
All is infinite Mind and its infinite manifestation, for God is
All-in-all. Spirit is immortal Truth; matter is mortal error.
Spirit is the real and eternal; matter is the unreal and tempo-
ral. Spirit is God, and Man is His image and likeness. There-
fore man is not material; he is spiritual.
Although the words skip over my tongue as easily as the Pledge ofAllegiance, I dont really understand what they all mean, separately
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