My habit, many Sunday mornings, has been to write an essay to post on Xit.
Let me try a Bluesky thread, instead.
There is an advantage to being sixty (although obviously not in boxing) in that my memories, combined with my parents’ life learnings is over a century.
Let me try a Bluesky thread, instead.
There is an advantage to being sixty (although obviously not in boxing) in that my memories, combined with my parents’ life learnings is over a century.
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Grade 3 education, had to work in the fields. "No worky, no eatty" was the saying he repeated. Bought stuff when it was on sale so he could give it away. I witnessed him giving the shirt off his back when someone complimented it.
Hardships made them great & now many forget
Interesting times ahead of us
It’s a different world when people are actively helpful to you.
That's a good thing
lol
He went to school in a one roomed school house. In his time, technology went from horses to steam tractors to diesel.
Our house, built in 1902 by a young carpenter named Poole, was connected to telephone
He road box cars during the depression.
Then fought in Italy and Holland during WWII.
That was some brutal combat.
Running water didn’t come until 1963 (because
Mom didn’t expect me and Dad felt bad about it).
We had an outhouse still, for my whole childhood.
Dad was a wireless operator in bombers.
I can’t even imagine using a radio transmitter before a phone.
Not buildings, roads or canals, but institutions and programs.
Everything from universal healthcare, to social security, and social housing came from that generation, that had seen the worst, but overcame it.
To create a winner-takes-all world is to create a world of chaos and mayhem, where no one wins, some just don’t lose it all.
They went through madness and came out the other side.
We will too.
To treat each other fairly and kindly.
To build and not destroy.
To limit the power of any one person, party, group or agency to take us down dark paths.
So much of our anger comes from utter fabrication, our view forward obscured, the air perfumed bovine.
I know what my father would think about it.
I know what he would do.
Fight it.