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Well happy thanksgiving, today is I am thinking of past thanksgivings and how I find I miss those days. We made trips to be with family and enjoy the chance to catch up and renew ole love and family bonding. But it seems those days are gone as today family members are having to work and time is just not there.
R.D., my best holiday memories (Thanksgiving and Christmas) were when I was young and were spent with my mom’s family. Great-aunts and uncles and a passel of cousins would gather at the home of one or another. My mom always provided the turkey, and I’d wake up in the morning to the smell of it, then we’d drive from the city to the small town where I later finished growing up. After dinner, the pitch game began, which is probably why I’m not partial to playing cards. 🙂 When I was very small, I’d often fall asleep to the shouting, yelling and laughing that went on during the games. They knew how to have fun, but their German heritage was evident in their hard work, too.
My greats (aunts and uncles) are all gone now, along with my aunt and uncle. I don’t see my mom’s first cousins or their kids or my first cousins often, who I later attended school with after we moved, but I do try to keep in contact with as many as possible on Facebook.
It hasn’t been long ago that workers earning minimum wage made a living above the poverty level. Of course we know today’s minimum wage doesn’t accomplish that. Greed. Employers making more money than they know what to do with.
Hubby and I visited the Wichita Historical Museum yesterday afternoon. it was a great reminder of how easy our lives are today when all we think about are modern conveniences. I won’t be building a fire to cook the dinner.
Of course we could harken back to the first Thanksgiving when life must have been very brutal.
I’ve been watching The Dust Bowl series this week. My, what a hard life! Leaves me speechless.
Mainly we can stop and be grateful for where we are, who is in our lives, find the joys and be grateful for them. Isn’t our attitude what determines our state of mind to the greatest degree?
I don’t know for sure whether this is good or not. Seems like it could be good IF…, and there is the possibility of… Economics seems to be a touchy, shaky field affected so easily. 6176 or Pond or anyone want to offer input?
(from the link): Believe it or not, the federal deficit has fallen faster over the past three years than it has in any such stretch since demobilization from World War II.
In fact, outside of that post-WWII era, the only time the deficit has fallen faster was when the economy relapsed in 1937, turning the Great Depression into a decade-long affair.
Read More At IBD: http://news.investors.com/blogs-capital-hill/112012-634082-federal-deficit-falling-fastest-since-world-war-ii.htm#ixzz2Cxn6qTc2
Those who don’t want Obama to succeed will say it isn’t true.
BTW, if you haven’t read the latest Stonekettle Station, do so.
He is, as always, right on. Thanks, I hadn’t remembered to check out his blog in too long a time. Those who could learn from his post probably won’t recognize themselves or will argue about being exactly who they are. Maybe they’ll copy and paste the arguments he provides.
Here’s another piece that I found interesting and easily recognized as truth.
(from the link): I used to think Republicans were a monochromatic monolith specializing in Group Think, though without the Think part. The Republicans’ reaction to the reelection of Barack Obama, however, has shown a surprising diversity in GOP thought. At least five distinct approaches have emerged.
Forty nine years ago today…
on Friday, November 22, 1963, the 35th President of the United States, John F. Kennedy was shot and killed while traveling with his wife Jacqueline, Texas Governor John Connally, and the latter’s wife Nellie, in a Presidential motorcade in Dealey Plaza, Dallas, Texas.
The ten-month investigation by the Warren Commission concluded that Kennedy was assassinated by Lee Harvey Oswald acting alone and that Jack Ruby acted alone when he killed Oswald before he could stand trial.
The assassination evoked stunned reactions worldwide. Before the President’s death was announced, the first hour after the shooting was a time of great confusion. Taking place during the Cold War, it was at first unclear whether the shooting might be part of a larger attack upon the U.S., and whether Vice-President Lyndon Johnson, who had been riding two cars behind in the motorcade, was safe.
The news shocked the nation. Men and women wept openly. People gathered in department stores to watch the television coverage, while others prayed. Traffic in some areas came to a halt as the news spread from car to car. Schools across the U.S. dismissed their students early. Anger against Texas and Texans was reported from some individuals. Various Cleveland Browns fans, for example, carried signs at the next Sunday’s home game against the Dallas Cowboys decrying the city of Dallas as having “killed the President.”
The event left a lasting impression on many Americans. As with the December 7, 1941 attack on Pearl Harbor before it and the September 11, 2001 attacks after it, asking “Where were you when you heard about Kennedy’s assassination” would become a common topic of discussion.
This article was recommended by TheVotemaster at http://electoral-vote.com/ and I found it worth every minute spent reading it. Some of the comments prove the premise of the article. Some of those same comments are unsettling, and remind that they do walk among us and procreate.
(from the link): For better or worse, this election more clearly stamped the Republicans as a Coalition of Restoration, overwhelmingly dependent on the votes of whites unsettled by those changes. After Obama’s victory, conservative grandees such as Rush Limbaugh and Bill O’Reilly portrayed the election as something like the Alamo, with true Americans overrun by hordes of benefit-grubbing minorities and young people. “We are outnumbered,” Limbaugh despaired. Romney capped this keening last week with his postelection diatribe to donors about Obama’s “gifts”–possibly the bitterest screed from a loser since Richard Nixon declared, “You won’t have Dick Nixon to kick around anymore” after he lost California’s 1962 governor’s race.
Romney’s remarks weren’t just sour grapes; they reflect a widespread fear among the Right that a heavily nonwhite class of “takers” will vote itself ever-expanding benefits at the expense of mostly white “makers.” Romney earlier expressed that conviction in his broadside against the “47 percent,” and running mate Rep. Paul Ryan has made similar arguments for years.
Today’s Politics: Coalition of Transformation vs. Coalition of Restoration
” widespread fear among the Right that a heavily nonwhite class of ‘takers’ will vote itself ever-expanding benefits at the expense of mostly white ‘makers.’”
How ironic, given that those “makers” have been voting themselves a share of the U.S. Treasury for a very long time.
Alexander Fraser Tytler said “”A democracy cannot exist as a permanent form of government. It can only exist until the majority discovers it can vote itself largess out of the public treasury.”
Perhaps it isn’t the “majority” which is to be feared. Perhaps it is the plutocracy of the one percent. THEY are the ones who have been looting the public treasury blind. THEY are just jealous they were not and will not be able to buy the votes necessary to give themselves ever larger largess out of the public treasury.
Their largess may come to a screeching halt if Obama and the majority of the Senate will just heed the mandate from those who elected them.
I miss my family of origin too, and the large gatherings and fabulous food we used to have. I miss my family of choice that later used to gather at my house for more fabulous food and partying. I miss having a girlfriend at the holidays. I miss a lot of things and people.
Now? I’m cooking turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, gravy, sweet potatoes, Brussels sprouts, green bean casserole and pumpkin pie with real whipped cream, just for the dogs and I. I don’t care if we are alone. I like to eat it and so we shall!
And we’ll be eating it for days and days and days and days….
My family of origin used to eat at noon or just a little later. Then the men would go to the living room and talk farming for hours. No football watching, hell, the tv wasn’t even on.
The women would clean up and put away, then sit around the clean table and talk woman talk for hours. No tv there, either. I always wanted to sit with the men because they talked about farming stuff that interested me. The distaff talk interested me not so much.
But no matter what, about four o’clock, the men would all get up, drive home, feed cattle, milk if need be, and put up the chickens. They’d return to the gathering house for supper, as they called it, of reheated leftovers. THEN the genders would mingle (after the women cleaned, of course,) and the card playing would begin. Must be a German thing, Wicked. And of course, still no tv.
About ten o’clock, the coffee would be put on and desserts served. We’d still sit and talk over dessert and then head home about midnight. Long day, but they all sure enjoyed it. And no entertainment other than the endless conversation.
As a kid, I hated it because I had to get dressed up and stay dressed up all day. Patent leather shoes and all. Damn I hated those dresses and shoes. Ruined the whole holiday for me. Couldn’t play, couldn’t sit, couldn’t do anything trussed up like the turkey so I would look nice. Like anyone but my mom cared…
Those grownups are all gone now and cousins scattered to the winds. I’m the last one still standing on a farm. I sure would like to see all those people again, hear all the talk again, and pretend to fall asleep in the back of the car on the way home. That was so my dad could carry me on his shoulder into the house and put me to bed. That carrying by my dad was the very best part of the whole day.
Sigmund Freud said: “I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need of a father’s protection.”
So true, Fnord. So true.
No TV at ours, either. Not sure there was one at some of the greats’ houses. At one great-aunt and -uncle’s. I remember going out to the outhouse. I may have been younger than 5, and I can’t swear they had an indoor bathroom at that time, along with it. But I do remember the indoor one later at the end of a new, enclose porch room.
Yes, they were all farmers. We got to feed the lambs at one great-aunt and -uncle’s house. I took my girls out to see the sheep sheared before they got rid of them.
I was home alone today, too, but I enjoy the quiet. After rigging the old movie projector with a newer one my mom must have gotten but I couldn’t get focused, I pulled out the old movies. Talk about a walk down memory lane. LOL
Blessing to all of you!
That really is the theme song of this blog, no? Thanks for the reminder.
I watched a rerun this morning of a Steve Harvey (chat) show with Michelle Obama as guest. It was sometime before the election and close–if not on–the Obamas’ anniversary. She was delightful and shared information on their first date. Very entertaining, and the audience, both black and white, loved it.
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