There’s a great article by Stephan Jones titled Like Father, Like Son. He is the son of People’s Temple founder Jim Jones. He talks about a terrible memory of his father throwing a giant rock into their yard. I can’t recall if this was aimed at his mother, it probably was. In his memory, the rock and his father’s figure merged to create a monsterous silhouette. It reminds me of the story in Blind Assassin by Margret Atwood when the narrator’s sister see their father dressed as Santa. It wasn’t that she thought he looked different with the hat and beard (there may have been a candle or two on his head) but rather that he finally looked the way she had always imagined him.
