Both of my parents are deceased. Looking back, I would to say that I am smarter than my mother, but not smarter than my father.
My parents were both Christians of the Catholic religion. My mother got caught up in Catholic nonsense. I can remember her in church in her veil, gazing starry-eyed at the altar, and I even had to accompany her when she went to the Vatican. She even began the sex talk with me with a reference to the Virgin Mary. I don't think that she ever read a book in her life. What she did do was introduce me to the Rockettes at Radio City and the wonders of Greenwich Village, including the art shows at Washington Square. She did speak highly of Jackie Robinson and she seemed to approve Marion Anderson singing at the Lincoln Memorial after Ms. Anderson was shut out of DAR Constitution Hall.
My Dad brought home books from the library, mostly about history. We would sit on the porch and discuss them for hours. I particularly remember talking about whether the U.S. was right in dropping nuclear bombs on on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. He was the one who comforted me as a child when I was upset that someone had said that one of my friends who was Jewish was not going to Heaven. He was the one who stopped the car so that we could admire the beauty of the sunset. He taught me wisdom, to check the facts, to not accept anything on face value, and go my own way. My Dad loved walking. He would never take the car. One day I was taking part in an anti-war silent demonstration on the village square and my Dad walked by. He smiled at me and kept walking.
I would hope that I am smarter than my mother. I am at least as smart as my father who taught me.
I love my Dad. I always will.