Smiles Jr.
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I like reading the posts in Steve's thread about our poor ancestors. It got me to thinking about the other side of the coin and how much different our children's lives are these days.
Like most of you, I have stories and memories of my formative years and doing without. Being born in 1943 on a poor man's truck farm in rural Indiana and my dad gone to fight Hitler's regime, I have lots of things stored away in my memory banks. But I want to relate to you a little bit different viewpoint. I must begin by telling you that I love my daughter dearly. She was the apple of my eye all during her growing up years and still is. She's my baby.
She graduated from University with honors in Broadcast Journalism and also has a degree in Investment something or other. She was going to set the world on fire when she was recruited by a T.V. station in San Francisco. I think this was in about 1996??? We waved goodby through tears and off she went to conquer the world. Two years later she met the man of her dreams and started a fairytale life in Silicon Valley. Soon they had a multi-million dollar home, two Mercedes Benz cars, some kind of little Ferrari car (for weekends only, don't ya know), and two beautiful little girls. They live in a make-believe world and have absolutely no clue that there is a working class of people out there somewhere. Her biggest concern of any day is what kind of $100-per-bottle wine to have for "drinks" before dinner. I don't know for sure, but I think she has been converted into one who thinks that milk is manufactured in the back of the store and that killing a chicken should be a capital offense. And certainly nobody would ever butcher Miss Piggy - surely pork is developed in a laboratory somewhere. She and her family communicate via texting every three minutes. I do believe that they are loosing their ability to talk in sensible sentences. This may be an exaggeration but I think they go to the Apple store once a month to completely re-do their gazillion electronics things. Honest to goodness, they have an electronics expert come to their house every Tuesday to update all their stuff.
We used to visit once a year but we have been skipping years lately. They used to come here once a year but they have not been here for 6 years now. I'm sure that the fact that they communicate on a totally different level has something to do with our drifting apart. We were out there to visit last year and their life is so different than ours that we felt very uncomfortable the entire time. We were definitely an intrusion. I could go on and on about their lifestyle but I think you get the message already. In a sense - she is very poor. I miss my baby.
Like most of you, I have stories and memories of my formative years and doing without. Being born in 1943 on a poor man's truck farm in rural Indiana and my dad gone to fight Hitler's regime, I have lots of things stored away in my memory banks. But I want to relate to you a little bit different viewpoint. I must begin by telling you that I love my daughter dearly. She was the apple of my eye all during her growing up years and still is. She's my baby.
She graduated from University with honors in Broadcast Journalism and also has a degree in Investment something or other. She was going to set the world on fire when she was recruited by a T.V. station in San Francisco. I think this was in about 1996??? We waved goodby through tears and off she went to conquer the world. Two years later she met the man of her dreams and started a fairytale life in Silicon Valley. Soon they had a multi-million dollar home, two Mercedes Benz cars, some kind of little Ferrari car (for weekends only, don't ya know), and two beautiful little girls. They live in a make-believe world and have absolutely no clue that there is a working class of people out there somewhere. Her biggest concern of any day is what kind of $100-per-bottle wine to have for "drinks" before dinner. I don't know for sure, but I think she has been converted into one who thinks that milk is manufactured in the back of the store and that killing a chicken should be a capital offense. And certainly nobody would ever butcher Miss Piggy - surely pork is developed in a laboratory somewhere. She and her family communicate via texting every three minutes. I do believe that they are loosing their ability to talk in sensible sentences. This may be an exaggeration but I think they go to the Apple store once a month to completely re-do their gazillion electronics things. Honest to goodness, they have an electronics expert come to their house every Tuesday to update all their stuff.
We used to visit once a year but we have been skipping years lately. They used to come here once a year but they have not been here for 6 years now. I'm sure that the fact that they communicate on a totally different level has something to do with our drifting apart. We were out there to visit last year and their life is so different than ours that we felt very uncomfortable the entire time. We were definitely an intrusion. I could go on and on about their lifestyle but I think you get the message already. In a sense - she is very poor. I miss my baby.