MIAGD: Make it a great day
Why must we continue to remind ourselves “we are all in this together?”
When I was growing up, there was such a strong sense of community throughout the neighborhood, the schools, and the entire community. I know it recalls merrier melodies of Mayberry, but it was truly a comforting, secure, and enriching feeling to live this way of life.
My neighbors, The Fortners, The Herndons, The Coles were more like additional uncles and aunts, and their children, cousins. Luther and Ida, two dear septuagenarians across the street were additional great-grandparents from the deep hills of Kentucky (I still use several of their DIY tips!).
The parents of schoolmates were often family friends, and if not, we all knew one another with a slight amount of affection.
Teachers were not overburdened with government interference, and could actually teach us students, and not teach toward a government mandated exam. We had a healthy fear of our teachers, administrators, and staff, but we knew they loved us, and wanted the best for us.
When we were uptown Elwood, Indiana, I don’t remember folks looking away as you walked past them; a lack of self-confidence seemed miniscule. People often knew me by name, and stopped for conversation.
It seems we were all so much more interconnected, physically, which secured the mental and emotional connectivity. Now, we are less physically connected, and I am not certain we are all the more mentally, and emotionally connected. It would seem social media, Skype, and the other numerous means of connecting would draw us closer, but it seems, to me, we are growing further apart.
I do miss the closeness of what I knew as a child, and teenager, but, alas, I’ve fallen victim to the disconnect.
Maybe it’s a part of the aging process.
Maybe it’s just me.
But, I can still give a damn good bear hug!
Make it a great day, Folks!