They, We and I
I'm ever so fortunate that I was
able to know my grandparents
well on both sides of the family.
My grandparents were WWI, my
parents WWII and I was Viet Nam.
I mention this for time placement
reasons.
I do come from a heavy military
background on both sides of the
family, per se. I can only imagine
the vast horror they must have felt
as I participated in bra burnings as
well as anti-Viet Nam war demos.
In this instance, I find myself
pondering our people values from
each of these times.
My grands as I tend to think of
them, were all about THEY . . .
. . . "They need us, we will go to
their rescue. They have issues we
can help with, so we will be there."
My perception of my parents era is
WE . . .
. . . "We are all one; let us help each
other. We will be over this weekend
to help with the apple picking and
hopefully, you can come in a couple
of weeks to harvest our grapes."
It seems to me that my own time and
place is is heavily sprinkled with I . . .
. . . "I have plans to travel this fall.
I intend to build a summer cabin for
some fun partying. I need my solitude,
my alone time."
I actually don't find anything wrong
with any of these. Still, my wistful
thinking tends toward an interlacing,
a melding of the three, a kind of
heaven on earth, if you will.
A balance would need to be sought.
Nonetheless, a time for they, we and
I could only add the wondrous to
wonderful . . .
Thoughts?
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