My parents grew up during the Great Depression. Instead of talking about how hard it was during that time, they and others in my family talked about how much they missed living in those simple times.
My grandfather told me how they would put baked potatoes at the foot of their bed on a cold winters night, to keep their feet warm. My mother told me her mom would baked potatoes in the morning so my mom could keep her hands warm walking to school, then she would eat it for lunch. I wonder if there is a connection between them and potatoes being my favorite food?
Even though they did not have much, they survived.
I think as a generation of time passes, we forget that we can get by with a lot less.
A while back I got mad at my cable provider, for the outages all the time, so I dropped them. I am happy to say my TV watching tops out at 3 hours per week. I had forgot how relaxing it is just sitting on the sofa reading or drawing. Sitting on the porch watching the sunset.
I feel sorry for kids these days. They have so much peer pressure growing up. According to my son sending 2 0r 3 thousand text message is nothing! I can remember racing to answer that old rotary phone on the occasion that it would ring. I think a big problem with our country is that we have gotten lost from the simple times. Technology is good as long as we control it, and not let it control us.
My hope is that my children, will take the time to teach their kids, that there is more to life than angry bird, cell phones, facebook, and twitter.
A Texans Hope,
Paul
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