I Love My Country The Way It Used To Be.
As a young lad growing up in God fearing, semi-Agrarian middle Georgia during the 40’s and 50’s where freedom abounded and love of Country, justice done, and our Constitution flowed as a spirit through the majority of the citizens, I felt secure and our central government was trustworthy.
Our schools actually taught disciplines and factuals that increased our brain’s ability to think and absorb information, as well as dissect constructive and difficult to understand facts, and other useful data required in the basic education process of young people to succeed in their dailey lives, and become useful citizens for the remainder of their lives.
Parents, the key to a childs upbringing, mostly took their responsibilities seriously; The children grew up with a full knowledge that if they broke their parents rules corporal punishment would be administered, usually by the Father. This indicated to the child that there are consequences for one’s actions.
Most Mothers were house wives whom stayed at home insuring their children grew up well fed while sitting at the dining room table with the entire family. Both parents insured the children were balanced mentally, physically and spiritually.
Our Father, who was a painting contractor rose out of bed at four a.m., had to be at new home construction sites at six a.m. to assign work for the day. we rose two hours later, ate breakfast at 6:30 a.m. in the dining room. It was there that we communicated our plans for the day, prayed to our Lord Jesus Christ, thanking him for our freedom and our home, before walking eight blocks to school.
We were taught American Civics in and out of school. We were instructed by our Father of the benefits of honest hard work.
We learned that employers hire people to help them make money, and they are compensated for their time and productive effort. That a “man’s word was his bond.” Men referred to other Men as “Sir.” Non-aggression was predominate. Although boy’s did learn to protect them selves.
Hardship was well known by everyone. But this condition actually kept us on an even keel. Pride is a self destructive emotion. There was more time spent at constructive endeavors. These were: We kids with our Mother taking walks together, water melon cutting, home made ice cream churning, listening to broadcasts on the radio together which were replays of weekly serials of the 1930’s and 40’s, my brother and me fishing for “brim” with our Dad at Jackson Lake.
The above is just a scratch of my time growing up. It was a very sane America which I miss very much. It was a time when Men worked with their hands, and were contented after a days labor for a days pay.
May God grant us the following through his grace: peace, tranquillity, freedom, productivity and protection from evil again. And America should never forget: God blesses those who bless Israel. therefore, may we never turn our backs on Israel.
WallyGater















