I’m a sixth-generation member of the Church, yeah, the MMM line goes way back – there were a bunch of MMM ancestors taking care of business and making snide comments in places like Nauvoo and Palmyra. This, of course, makes me super-righteous, and the final word on any question in High Priest Group.
I know that heritage is a part of who I am, but I can’t help but be curious about the “nature vs. nurture” facets of my development. How much of who I am is a direct result of my heritage? I have often wondered what parts of the religion and/or culture eventually become incorporated into our actual DNA structure.
One area where the genetic impact seems obvious is in social settings. Specifically, what goes on after a ward function. Yes, I am looking to explore the genetic impact on one’s willingness and/or ability to help clean up.
I have observed at least 5 distinct types of genetic pre-disposition in the clean up gene. (I used the actual Latin terms because It looks impressive. And I have Google)
1) Laboris Firmus (Dependable Workers): These are they who immediately jump in and start cleaning up – assigned or not. Folding chairs, folding tables, sweeping the floors. It is as if a special switch gets flipped – once they get started, they don’t stop until the last bag has been hauled to the dumpster. I sing their praises.
2) Sermo Constantia (Constant Conversation): These saints are the ones who are so engrossed in conversation that the entire cleanup process can happen around them, (as well as Armageddon and the Second Coming) and they would be completely oblivious. I have seem some people that are so developed in this area that they can actually step over a moving sweeper broom without pausing or losing eye contact with their fellow talker. A more modern variation has occurred with the advent of cellphone technology.
3) Recreatio Non-longanimitas (Impatient Players): These are they who have already broken out the basketballs while the tables are still up. Instead of taking ten minutes to fold them up and put them away, they dribble in and out and make it a danger zone for small children and those who are carrying glass vases filled with colored marbles. Often you will see them sitting together near the clean-up effort. Far enough away to not be invited to help, but close enough to be show their annoyance.
4) Laboris Vanseco (Disappearing Workers): Now you see, them, now you don’t. Many of them are on their way out the door before “Amen” is even uttered. Some strategically leave before the closing prayer. These are easily identifiable. We refer to them as “slackers”. But there is also a sub-group that is somewhat helpful. Through generations they have developed an “internal work quota alarm” which alerts them as to when they have helped just enough. They are there, engaged and busy, then the alarm goes off – and they vanish. These are the folks who go to the dumpster and are never seen again. Most members of most wards fall into this group.
5) Perpetuum Mobile (Perpetual Motion): Some people look busy – they are constantly walking in, around and through the clean-up effort, but never really seem to be doing anything. Nothing in their hands, no brooms, no chairs. A friend reminded me of a quote by Benjamin Franklin which describes this perfectly: “Never confuse motion with action”.
Genetic? Perhaps. Learned? Probably. Which are you?
Last month at the close of a Pack Meeting, as the blue herd thundered toward the refreshment table, I looked down to find my own cub scout folding his chair. I asked him:
MMM: Hey kiddo, what are you doing?
FOML5: I’m putting away chairs.
MMM: Why?
FOML5: ‘Cuz that’s what we do!
Maybe we do have a family motto after all.
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I definitely have #1 genes. I once watched my grandma and great aunt fight for 10 minutes over who got to sweep the step. Looking back, I should have jumped up and done it for them. Alas, hindsight is 20/20.
I am definitely now in the slacker territory. Not only do I have about a dozen and a half kids that keep me from concentrating on anything too long, but I had an experience once that has shaped my current slackness. When I was on my mission, whenever there was a function where the mission president attended and food was served, it became a competition to show how dutiful and helpful the Elders could appear to the pres by washing dishes and cleaning up etc. I couldn’t stand that kind of brown-nosing, and I, instead, talked to investigators. I guess ward functions are a completely different situation, but I find myself still prone to letting the others “show off.” I guess I need to repent.
I’m a number 1. Helping out at a Singles Ward activity is how my husband first noticed me. He is definately a number 1. We are always the last ones to leave an activity. It seems like there are less and less number 1’s out there now though.
MMM… are we related?
TGR: Offense? Hardly. You would have to do a lot better than that to offend me!
PMM: How appropriate!
I like finding a job like vacuuming because it is loud and anti-social and rather mindless. Then I help out while remaining in my own little world.
My husband has a great grandma Dorcas too! His mother was almost named after her. It was {} that close.
Because of my husband’s calling we HAVE to be a #1. While he is a very skilled #2, LOL!
I am a number 6. I hold the kids while Hubby helps clean up 🙂
Love it. So true…
I hadn’t considered the scriptorial relevance of the phrase (apparently, I’m not as well-versed as your daughter). 🙂 I just thought it was a tongue-in-cheek acronym ala your witty writing style. I apologize for any offense.
I’m a #1, as is my oldest. The 7 and 4 year olds try to be #1s, but fall more into the basketball catergory, them being the basketballs. We are usually the only females who seem to know how to fold and rack a table. There are always plenty of toe tapping women around to watch us while their children run through the freshly swept piles…
TGR: Most of my kid’s don’t know about my blog, so there was no jumping for joy. Thankfully, the eldest is well-versed enough in scripture to know that the term “FOML” is inexorably intertwined with some of the greatest promises ever given in scripture. – Besides, she picked her name to make comments.
So, keep your mind out o’ the gutter! 🙂
My comment isn’t as much regarding your post (although clever as usual) as it is regarding the use of “FOML” when referring to your children. I’ve noticed your first-born has commented a few times on your blog. Isn’t there a certain level of “ewww” factor in being referred to as anything in conjunction with your parents’ loins? I think if I read that in reference to myself, I’d shudder involuntarily at the image it invoked of my parents (c’mon, we all know that’s an image nobody EVER wants to cross our brain matter). While you’ve admitted before you have no qualms in being the source of a little embarassment for your kids, I can’t help but wonder if they silently jumped for joy when you decided to remain anonymous.
Well done. These are so true. Your # 4 category reminds me of the fathers and sons that bolt out of general priesthood conference as the prophet is finishing his final comments so they don’t get caught in traffic on their way to eat.
You would have been proud of me last week at our Halloween activity I took two loads to the dumpster and stuck around to help mop.
I am of the #2 variety whenever possible. But I can swing over to #1 if there really is a lack of dependable workers. Hate when that happens!
6th generation Moron, huh? I’m a tad jealous of people like you. My parents were converted in their late teens. We are STILL trying to figure out this crazy culture that you folks have so deeply ingrained in your DNA. We always seem to miss the mark just a little (and sometimes a lot.)
Good list. We could definitely more merging of the cleaning/yakking people! Pearl- Dorcas is a bible name which is probably why they chose it. It’s actually the same name/different language as Tabitha which is my 1st daughter’s name. No doubt there will be teasing in Seminary when the kids figure that one out!
My family is a #1, and I will be again…right now I fall in the category of the disappearing saints because it’s bed time for the 1 year old. We disappear when a meltdown occurs–I don’t think anyone minds. And if they do, I’m not going to let it bother me. I will be back to a dedicated #1, once there is no longer a need for bed.
My husband and son are the perpetual chair folders/cleaners/chatter-while-cleaningers…. That’s why little sister and I drive a separate car. You know, because we have to hurry home and get a meal on the table. Or get dibs on the love sac for a nap.
I think I’ve been every one of these at one time or another.
Scrambled genes??
😉
Oh, I love FOML #5 so so much. My parents definitely lucked out, being given the angel child in their “old” age. Bahaha.
Also, I finished CJ Hill’s “Slayers” last week and I highly recommend it!
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I am naturally a 1 but fall into 2 a lot. I can’t help it. People like to talk to me. I think I just make them feel better about themselves.
Ahh, keep that kiddo.
I was mentally assigning people to the categories while thinking of our last ward activity (trunk or treat) last week. Its so true…there are “types.” I hope I’ve given my kids good genes. I think I’d totally lose it if they inherited the Recreatio Non-longanimitas genes from somewhere in the gene pool. Seriously. I’d lose it. Thank goodness they’re too little to know for sure just yet.
I come from a #1 family genetically speaking. But, I think Melissa’s right. Sometimes 1s look at the others with a bit of frustration or distain.
Maybe 5s are natural administrators-coordinating efforts b/c they can see the big picture and giving the workers direction such as it makes more sense to not sweep the floors until all the cookie decorating things are out of the gym.
JWW: He does rock!
Pearl: Wait a sec! I have a great-grandmother named Dorcas – so go easy.
Melissa; Point taken. Maybe one day we will evolve to a point where we can actually fold chairs and speak at the same time – crazy, I know!
Love it! I think there is a little of me in all five…except those breaking out the basketballs, everyone knows I have no coordination 🙂 But don’t underestimate those chatterboxes! Socializing with non-members/less acitve members can be just as important as sweeping that floor…(I picture a grumbling Martha folding up chairs in the cultural hall as Mary just chats away…doesn’t she see there is WORK to do?)
Nice work.
I am firmly in that first group. 🙂 I can’t help but help.
Digging the names entwined in the DNA. One of my friends is from SLC, a Mormon (of course), and her mother’s name is Dorkus. Dorkus! What a strange name to give a baby girl…
Pearl
Dorcas was a woman in the New Testament (also called Tabitha) who was known for her charity. If I remember correctly she was brought back to life by and apostle. She was amazing! I can understand why someone would name their daughter after this godly woman but it would be difficult to get past the awful sound of the name as well as the dreadful connotations.
Nicely done! Those 5 categories pretty much cover it. For me personally, I’m somewhere between #1 and #5. I help, but I do some wandering while I wonder where I’m most needed. Seems ridiculous to “say” that out loud, but it’s true.
FOML5 rocks. Please tell him that. It’s the perfect family motto.
JWW