Hi Dawn, You know it just horrifies me that TODAY in this era, young people have almost everything money can buy. I have a huge problem with that. It makes me wonder what is there to look forward to, what is there to bring happiness, if it's just store-bought stuff, trends, fashions, the latest gadgets. I know that makes me sound OLD, but through the years I found a few things do bring happiness but when there is no end to it, I just wonder about it all. For one thing, we gave my kids what we wanted them to have, we didn't take orders, or wonder what the latest want was. We were the parents, the head of household and that didn't mean we gave up our rights to dictate. Really!
I grew up with 3 brothers, and in that era things were not all that plentiful of course. WWII, and just out of the Depression. But every little thing meant a whole lot. And I know we had more than my father did growing up in New Brunswick, Canada and at he age of 4 selling newspapers on the street and every penny had to be turned in to his mother. The one time he took one cent for candy he was severly punished . WHY? Because the family needed that money. There were other siblings.
I do remember that any time my father wasn't working through the summer he was haying, gardening, chopping wood, fixing something, remodeling something and working usually just 5 days a week at a factory, but sometimes 6 days.. that was cleaning machines that were manufactured in Yugoslavia. The factory made bobbins that were used to make materials, such as nyon for parachutes. Making bobbins to hold thread for that work. He was a grinder of steel cutters, very fine work.
So yes, the memories do mount up. My son was 23, 2 days after Christmas.. in a scuba diving accident. He was trapped, and died in shallow water under the ice. Not found until April but I was glad he was found!! He's buried here next to my husband. Fortunately I have good memories of him, we had a good relationship. I ca't ask for mre.. My daughter remains and was here all day putting in flowers for me. tess