While staying in a log cabin motel just north of Fort St. John, B.C., I had just finished reading a book about living in the early 1960s. We were on our way to see our new granddaughter, and so it made this a perfect time to reflect — after all, my first home in Canada was a log cabin.
I grew up during the 1950s and ’60s and a lot of things happened in the world at that time in history. Retrospect says that life was much simpler then, but was it? And is it a better or worse time right now to raise a child?
I remember at age 13 or 14 biking with friends to Burbank, just east of Blackfalds, with a sheet of plastic for a tent, a blanket and a few cans of beans; nor was not uncommon to hitchhike to Sylvan Lake for the day. If our parents had reason to be concerned for our safety, they would not have let us go.
Today it seems as if all parents watch with trepidation and fear as their child leaves to walk three blocks to school.
During my beginning teen years, I use to spend a lot of my summers on friend’s farms near Rocky Mountain House and I loved it!
We would have a few chores to do, of course, and then we were able to spend a lot of time playing.
One of the more pleasant chores was to go into the woods and pick wild blueberries and strawberries. The blueberries were picked with a homemade scooping tool while the strawberries were picked individually by hand.
The pies and other desserts made with these wild berries were only half an inch from heaven!
We humans are a very fickle lot, aren’t we? It’s expressed well in the nursery rhyme, “Pease Pudding hot, Pease Pudding cold, Pease Pudding in the pot nine days old.” Some want it this way and some the other and no one seems to be able to get everyone on the same track.
Reading the newspaper or watching the news is a perfect way to find out just how fickle we really are. Consider this:
A drunk driver kills the parents of a family and receives a few years in prison; then is released early for good behaviour and he is no longer considered a risk. Or the alcoholic cement truck driver who got one year for every one of the five people he killed, and is granted day parole after two years.
MADD is constantly after the government to toughen the rules on drunk driving, so the rules are toughened by extending the amount of time a convicted felon will lose his licence. In the meantime, the prison sentences are getting shorter; in all likelihood, because we can’t afford to keep them in jail.
“Nobody wants to play rhythm guitar behind Jesus,
Every body wants to be the lead singer in the band.”
This song put out by a group called The Oak Ridge Boys came to mind this last couple of weeks. Several things have happened that make me realize that these words carry some validity; they’re not just some pretty words in a song. They in fact are a good analogy of the way that we are at times.