Cousins: Before and Now?
Posted by Pete | Posted in News | Posted on 03-08-2010
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Can you believe this is the same bunch. Three of us have passed on, one or two could not attend the reunion…for the most part that is us…just a tad older…ok, I have been asked to name the little rascals…I hope I am not getting myself in trouble…Here goes: Back row, from the left, kid with the ball, Larry, Harold, Sandra, Norma, Cecil, Pete, Virgil, (skip to the short one) Gene (deceased), Douglas, Errol, Kenneth (deceased), bottom row, Elaine, Scott, Shelby (deceased), Martha, Maxine, Betty Anne, Billy Ray…We miss Gene, Kenneth and Shelby McCool, all from the same family leaving only Sandra..We were next door neighbors throughout our growing up years..At the last reunion we hugged for a long time, kind’a letting the love flow between us, filling the void that we both had been feeling, as she had just lost a precious granddaughter in an auto accident…Since I have lost all my family and she has lost all of hers makes her all the more precious to me now…Don’t misunderstand, I love all my cousins and they know what it is I am trying to say…We are talking about another reunion for 2011…I hope we can..Things change so quickly
It would have been nice if you had named the ones on the old photo. I picked out a few but not everyone.
I will name them for you in an e-mail in the next day or two. thanks for writing…Pete
What a bunch? What a difference a little time can make? I wonder if the current television and computerwise generation will one day look back with fondness to their Nintindo experiences. I doubt it. Nintindo just does not have the same affect on young people as “make do” experiences in a post-depression, post-war world. More things; less meaning! Fewer things; more meaning!
By the way, my thumb taste good. It still does. It tasted better when it was dirty, as it usually was.
This little story places the difference between the post-depression, post-war generation and the Nintindo generation in a nutshell.
One day , the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live.
They spent a couple of days and nights on the ranch of what would be considered a very poor family.
On their return from their trip , the father asked his son , “How was the trip?”
“It was great , Dad.”
“Did you see how poor people live?” the father asked.
“Oh yeah , ” said the son.
“So , tell me , what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.
The son answered:
“I saw that we have one dog and they had four.
We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end.
We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.
Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.
We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.
We have servants who serve us , but they serve others.
We buy our food , but they grow theirs.
We have walls around our property to protect us , they have friends to protect them.”
The boy’s father was speechless.
Then his son added , “Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are.”
Isn’t perspective a wonderful thing? Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don’t have.
Appreciate every single thing you have , especially your friends!
Pass this on to friends and acquaintances and help them refresh their perspective and appreciation.
“Life is too short and friends are too few.”
That is a very good story. Thanks, Errol.