Pride Of The Human Race

Have you ever went to the supermarket or local store on a Friday night and saw the indecency of the human race?Grown men and women in pa jama pants. People half dressed. Dirty clothes. Hair that hadn’t been combed in a week. I have,and it makes me want to never go into public sometime. I don’t understand where the pride has went. Now I am all about freedom, and would be the the first to say that it is their choice on how they look or act. I just don’t understand though where American culture changed. We now live in a society that anything goes. Think back to your grandparents, great – grandparents. That generation was a proud generation. Sure times was hard and most people had little money but they had pride. Men wore button up shirts with a undershirt underneath. Women wore dresses and fixed their hair. Men and women tried to look neat. If someone went out half dressed they would be shunned for it. Now I am not saying that the American dress of today is wrong but it has definitely changed. Men of the old days wore long sleeve shirts. Women covered their breast. They were neat. They had pride. Today people will go into public with shorts so short their butt cheeks hang out. I don’t want to see that. The older I get the more I pay attention to the way parents dress their children. Young girls dressed like street walkers. Young boys with shorts that are shorter that some boxers. Where has the pride went. The dignity. Tattoos everywhere. Now I am not saying tattoos are bad. If you want one then it is your choice. Your freedom. Go for it. Some people though go so overboard. You can’t tell where skin stops and tattoos start. How do you get a job like that? Piercings, once again, your choice. Your freedom. But do you think ears, nose, tongue, and eye brows with a big bolt through it looks presentable. How will you explain that to your grandchildren? I once talked to a Korean War vet that was drafted to the army. He said everyone should go through the military. I asked him if he liked it that much. He responded by saying he hated it. Leaving home and giving two years of his life to the country. He hated it. So why would he want everyone to go through it? He told me the pride it gives you. The dress. The class. The respectfulness. You even had to make your bed up perfect every morning. Shoes shined. Beard shaved. I know every generation is a little different or we would all be dressed like George Washington. Where does it stop though? In another fifty years will we all just go naked because it is easier? Will we all have our hands out for the next government program because we don’t want to work? Land of the free and home of the brave. Did we get this way by being slobs? No. America, let’s get it together and stop this down  hill spiral and reinstall the pride of the human race.



In Days Of Old

Have you ever had the chance to sit down and talk to the elderly? What about the chance to sit down with a grandparent? I treasure the talks I have had with the older ones about their lives and the things they done in earlier years. In a conversation with my grandmother it come up about the clothes she wore as a little girl. She said her mama made her skirts out of old flour sacks. Talk about in style! She said she never complained because that was the norm. The other little girls of the time was wearing the same thing. Times was hard back then. There wasn’t the luxury we have now. Cars was scarce. People either rode a horse or walked where they needed to go. Some folks then would wait for the rural delivery mail carrier and pay a nickel to ride somewhere with them. People made do with what they had. Often chickens eggs would be traded at the gristmill for cornmeal or flour. Every one had their own cow that had to be milked morning and night. Hogs were killed in the late fall as a community event and salted down to preserve the meat. People often sold the cream off the extra milk at cream stations. Whole milk was not wanted then. Just the cream. The way, or by product off the cream was fed to the hogs. Women churned their own butter. My grandmother said she could remember how happy her mother was when they got their first butter churn. Up until then they used a dashboard style. She said this was much slower. The men worked in the field with mules and a strong back. Gardens was canned, dryed buried to be preserved. Potatoes then were dug and put in a hole lined with straw in the barn to be kept. The hole had to be deep enough to be below the frost line so they would not freeze. Pumpkins was planted in the corn and were picked and fed to the livestock. Families had several children in those days which would start to work at a very young age to help feed their family. Education was often all most obsolete. My grandparents was a few of the blessed ones and got a high school education. This would be compared to college in this time. Most children of the area did not get a chance to go past grade school. In our Kentucky area tobacco was the major cash crop. Supplies would be charged at the country store and paid when the crop was sold in the fall. People struggled but had to much pride to ask for a handout. They loved one another, helped their neighbor, raised their children as they was raised. They watched their children grow everyday instead of taking them to day care that has to happen so often in today’s time. Yes times was hard but in a way I envy the days of old.