Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Happy New Year
Monday, February 07, 2022
QUESTION OF THE WEEK - 02-07-2022
Who was your strongest parent or guardian and who did they learn parenting from?
I have no idea, Mum left us when I was seven and dad was at work all day so I got myself to school and back. I don't think there was much in the way of actual 'raising', just basic rules, "home by sundown"; "stay out of trouble", when I eventually went to live with mum at 16, her main goal seemed to be to get me married off as quickly as possible.
What a loaded question! I learned lots of cool, calm, diplomatic behaviors and mechanical fix-it talents from my Dad. His dad was a farmer/Mennonite preacher and his mom cooked at home. He was an OB-Gyn. So I was also WAY overprotected and not informed about adult things cuz I was raised to eventually be married to someone. My Mom did the best she could considering she was the stray child of her mom, who died of TB when my Mom was only 12. Her not-so-working dad managed to keep the other 3 kids during the Depression of the 1930s. She was passed around to 3 different aunts by the time she was 17. So she dotingly protected her 3 kids, and had a blast with her 6 grandkids. My philosophical parent was my beloved high school band director. I learned more about life from him in 3 years than most do in their lifetime. I kept in touch with him all through my marriages and life, until he died at 79 from Alzheimer's. I visited him for a week in Oregon 4 years before he died, when he still remembered who I was. We had the top military-style marching and concert band in Oklahoma for 3 years in a row. (1969-72.) He was one of those really special teachers, just like the "Mr. Holland's Opus" movie. Yep, I was his Drum Major. So, I tried to raise my son without hovering so he was informed, respectful, and prepared to "not need me" for adult life. With a lot of lucky blessings, I succeeded. And, he still likes me around. Linda in Kansas
My mother and she learned from her mother. I loved them both dearly.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous day and week. ♥
My Dad. He learned from his wonderful mother for his father was a waste of skin.
ReplyDeleteMy Dad, and my answer is the same as Arkansas Patti. His mother was an angel, his father abandoned the family.
ReplyDeleteI learned from my wonderful mother who learned how NOT to be from her crabby old aunt that help raise her and her siblings.
ReplyDeleteI have no idea, Mum left us when I was seven and dad was at work all day so I got myself to school and back. I don't think there was much in the way of actual 'raising', just basic rules, "home by sundown"; "stay out of trouble", when I eventually went to live with mum at 16, her main goal seemed to be to get me married off as quickly as possible.
ReplyDeleteWhat a loaded question!
ReplyDeleteI learned lots of cool, calm, diplomatic behaviors and mechanical fix-it talents from my Dad. His dad was a farmer/Mennonite preacher and his mom cooked at home. He was an OB-Gyn. So I was also WAY overprotected and not informed about adult things cuz I was raised to eventually be married to someone.
My Mom did the best she could considering she was the stray child of her mom, who died of TB when my Mom was only 12. Her not-so-working dad managed to keep the other 3 kids during the Depression of the 1930s. She was passed around to 3 different aunts by the time she was 17. So she dotingly protected her 3 kids, and had a blast with her 6 grandkids.
My philosophical parent was my beloved high school band director. I learned more about life from him in 3 years than most do in their lifetime. I kept in touch with him all through my marriages and life, until he died at 79 from Alzheimer's. I visited him for a week in Oregon 4 years before he died, when he still remembered who I was. We had the top military-style marching and concert band in Oklahoma for 3 years in a row. (1969-72.) He was one of those really special teachers, just like the "Mr. Holland's Opus" movie. Yep, I was his Drum Major.
So, I tried to raise my son without hovering so he was informed, respectful, and prepared to "not need me" for adult life. With a lot of lucky blessings, I succeeded. And, he still likes me around. Linda in Kansas