Post from imposter -
I know everybody likes to say what fine people we used to create in the good ol' days. It was harder then for sure.
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Well, just look around you. If that doesn't convince you we took the wrong path years ago, I can't help you!
But most of the older people I know were so scarred by the experience that they are every bit as screwed up as your average teen is these days, if not more so.
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Where'd you grow up? Just outside Calcutta?[:D]
My grandparents were the among the most happy and well-adjusted people I have ever known.
And they both grew up dirt-poor on farms in West Texas that you would drive past at 90 miles an hour and not give a thought about the identities of the original occupants of those ramshackle, hardscrabble farms.
But they loved life, and they made it abundantly clear that life was worth loving no matter the circumstances of your birth.
No one could laugh as heartily as my Mother's Mother, who was one of three of thirteen children who lived to see their 21st birthday.
If someone wants to be depressed, how would you react to having attended the funerals of [b]ten[/b] of your brothers and sisters?
Maybe more honest and hard working, but basically incapable of having good relationships.
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Spare me that crap, please. My great, great grandparents were in love all of their lives and you could tell it from the character of their children, and their children's children.
And often mean as hell, even without a leash.
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There was never a cross word among any of the older folks I knew. And it's not like my grandmother knew that she was under her husband's thumb and couldn't do anything without him. She operated a grill across the street from the Crowell Public Schools and made a very nice living in the 40s, 50s, and 60s running her own little business.
They do not snap out of it until they are like 70, and realize that they have wasted their whole life being angry at everything.
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If that's what the older folks were like where you grew up then I feel sorry for them.
Such melancholia was simply unknown among the members of my family.
Oh, BTW, my father and aunt had to walk [b]8 miles to school[/b] when they were growing up in West Texas in the 1920s.
But they cheated, they simply cut four miles across some wheat fields til they came to Texas State Hwy 6 and would hitch a ride with whoever was coming into town for the last 4 miles.
Dad told me that they were never late for school. Ever.
That's character.
Eric The(WeCouldSureUseSomeMore)Hun[>]:)]