Aunt Norie’s Sewing room
Mrs. McKee in St Joseph, Mo., always remembered those so-called tramps (back in the depression). They were really dads looking for work, called tramps because they were walking, day after day, just looking for any kind of work to support families.
These men always walked northward, there were the harvest fields. Once you got on a harvest crew they went gradually north clear into Canada — hard work but good pay.
When I spoke of them and us feeding them, we on a Kansas farm had plenty to eat and we fed them well. There were vast differences in the folks who lived in even our western cities and those in big cities. She lived in St Joseph, and also never turned them away. She, however, had only bread spread with sometimes lard, which they welcomed.
Waiting in the doctor’s office the other day and with several people chatting, one gentleman said, “People need to know more about politics; understand politics.” It takes a good understanding of how politics work, but that alone just won’t do it. As we are seeing, it seems they forgot it also takes a lot of business knowledge to run a government.
In this great land of ours we are free to sound off and that’s what people are doing all over this land. Think a moment what a great blessing that alone is. No matter how tough, how hard it gets, we would never trade our life in this land for any other country in the world.
One young mom the other day said, “It costs a bunch to clothe this gang,” adding, “one of the greatest blessings today, I think, are the thrift stores and garage sales. If that isn’t sharing of the best kind, tell me what is. About the only new items we buy are socks and underwear.”
To me that’s just another way of saying, “When the going gets tough, the tough get going.”
Remember, turn all of your worries over to God each night as you go to bed. Just turn them off and forget them. He’s going to be up all night anyway.
Bye now and God bless.
- Aunt Norie, P.O. Box 265, Tonganoxie 66086; firstname.lastname@example.org.