Memories of the 1960's. Drinking from the garden hose, Playing outside till it was time for supper or it got dark-whichever came first. Box fans, heat rash, Church on Sunday and one family black & white television with 3 channels. Time passes and times sure have changed. Welcome to my world. Stories about growing up in Texas. New adventures and the struggle to remain relevant in the lives of my adult children.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Oh Wise One
Hope you had a beyond great day! I had a wet Wednesday but this is Texas so I am not complaining. We need the rain. I was texting one of my young friends a few minutes ago. He is in a situation that I saw coming and talked to him about some months ago. You know, older and wiser. That made me remember an older wiser man enlightening me one Summer. No, not strawberry wine or that kind of thing. I was at my BFF's grandparents house helping to wash dishes after supper. We were all of 13 years old, very mature (we thought), and liked to have discussions about why our parents treated us like we were children. Good Lord! We were so silly. I told her how whenever I got injured my Dad would get very angry with me. This really hurt my feelings. I truly thought he was more concerned about having to pay for a trip to the ER or disrupting his activities then he was about my personal tragedy. This had hurt my relationship with him and I was having a hard time understanding how he could be so cold. PawPaw (he let me call him that too) was sitting at the kitchen table looking at the newspaper. He looked up and said, 'Steve' (he called me that since I was named after my Dad, save that story for later) 'sometimes a man will show anger to hide his fear'. Wow! That bit of wisdom changed my whole attitude and smoothed out a huge rift that was growing between my Dad and I. Sometimes now when I hear young ones taking I like to throw out little bits of wisdom I have learned thru the school of hard knocks. Hey, ya never know, maybe something I say will click and prevent some grief. Nice thought anyway. Sweet Dreams. kisses
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