“Malo periculosam, libertatem quam quietam servitutem.”
We're spoiled, CW. I'm glad we are, but we definitely are.
When I was in grade school in the country, Christmas was still a big deal in the schools. Santa always made an appearance, giving each kid a little candy, an orange and a small toy. Some of the kids were very poor. They often ate the oranges as soon as they got them. Times have changed, indeed.
I was raised on a dairy farm by foster parents and looking back to the 1950's we were poor but did'nt know it.We always ate well. Traded a veal calf for a neighbors hog when we needed ham, bacon etc. Traded calf for 6 months worth of turkey eggs. Never had much cash money but we did fine. Would not trade my years growing up for todays kids lifestyle.Paul in Texas
Paul, Yes, I was farm/ranch raised and it was often hard by today's standards. But I was never without the love, attention, & support of my family. Would take that any day over the disconnect of today.
I always ate the rind.:)
Spent my early years living on a farm with my Grandparents, 1 uncle, and 4 aunts.....spent days chasing my Grandpa's plow with gunny sacks picking up potatoes, harvesting pole beans and green peas, and walking around in the summer chewing on a chunk of sugar cane that stayed under my bed at night....swimming in ponds, hauling firebrick back to the house from an old, abandoned house in the woods, sleeping under 7 quilts, heating water on the stove for a bath....fresh beef and pork, fresh eggs every morning....we thought we had it all....
For our churchs Christmas program, we would get a small bag of candy and an orange.warm memories.