Days like today bring back thoughts of my childhood. .. A time of dirty faces; cold houses; used cloths; chicken coops and chores. But along with those things came discussions at the kitchen table about anything and everything... My dad getting out of his chair to pull a stranger out of the ditch; lessons about preparing for being snowed in and sharing what you had with those who did not prepare for it. Saving for a new bike and finally ordering it from the catalog and knowing that it simply allowed me to do & learn & see more. I remember my Dad telling me everyone comes from a different place and values different things.That my teachers were wrong when she said religion is necessary to know the difference between right & wrong. That I could visit him at his grave, after he was gone, but he would not be there. And that doing what you feel is right is much more important than if others agree. My dad was an old farmer, rough around the edges and soft as silk. His goal seemed to be to raise his children and teach lasting values of economy, sacrifice and work. Sometimes, we used to say we came from a different time and I think maybe we did. A time when the best car, right shoes, biggest bank account had much less importance than giving, sharing and wisdom. We had some new cars, good cloths and bank accounts at times, but they were not requirements. It seems so hard for some folks to understand that those things are fringe benefits not the answer to happiness. https://youtube/watch?v=FXsGXgmDFms
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 17:46:56 +0000
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