I lived in a time when …
On July 26, 2009, I was lucky enough to have an 81st birthday. Therefore I ask your patience to listen to an “old man’s view” of what he really thinks about things.
First of all, I am so thankful to God for letting me be born in Lansing, Kan., U.S.A., in 1928. This was the early part of the 20th century, one I consider to be the best century that ever was and ever will be.
I lived in a time where the majority ruled, not one or two people with a complaint and a lawyer. I lived in a wonderful time when I could bloody the nose of a bully without being kicked out of school or making a federal case out of it. In my case, the bully and I would be the best of friends on the playground the next day and no one thought a thing about it.
I lived in a time when we had wars but everyone became stronger and more in love with our country because of it, and worked together for one big effort to win the war. We did have protestors but most of us thought they were stupid and would eventually “grow up” and realize that they live in the best country in the world. Some of them never did.
I was able to witness a lot of “firsts”: first man on the moon, first grade, first job, first date, first wedding and still living with my first wife, first grandchild and first great grandchild. I painted the sign for Lansing’s first City Hall. I learned how to use my first computer and also learned that it is a love/hate relationship when it doesn’t do what I want it to do.
Like everyone else my age, we are continuing to lose old and dear friends and relatives. Now we joke about our social life being at the grocery store or the doctor’s offices. I reminisce when I hear a song from the ’40s or ’50s, and as I tell the grandkids that was when “music was music.”
Most of all, I worry about the younger generations who may not be able to grow up in a time of real freedom that I knew as a child. I know they do not understand this but I still worry, and hope and pray for their future.