Aunt Norie’s Sewing Room
Kids and how they can fill your hearts, like nothing else, their wise little deductions at such tender ages. How? Only God knows.
I’m thinking now of all of those years I spent with a lively group of elder folks. There was about 30 of us in the group. They called themselves “Living History.” What a memorable day it was when I found them or one of them found me. Never did just figure that one out, but as with so many things that happen to us as we tread through this life, you know God himself intended that or this to happen.
We touched the lives of so many children. Our main goal was to compare our lives at their ages to what our life at that age, especially our schooling, had been like. I’ve long ago lost their names but maybe that’s just as well. One woman in the group remembered driving milk cows down what is now Antioch Road and Metcalf Avenue. At the time, they were not yet country roads. One gentleman remembered the now beautiful and historic rock building on 31st (I think), just west of Main that housed the horses who pulled the wagons, the drivers of which cleaned the streets of the droppings from horses that pulled ice and milk wagons, etc.
One day, to fifth-graders at Blue Valley South, three classes of them out in the commons area, I asked, “How many of you rode the school bus?”
I’d ridden a pony, with only five in my class in a one-room schoolhouse.
“Oh, and we could get spanked, but you can be sure if we got one at school we got two when we got home,” I said.
We would ask the kids, “Are you going to let your kids pull these same stunts on you when you become parents, let them call 911, etc.?”
How fast they would answer, “No ma’am!”
Look about you and notice many of today’s new parents are connecting with their kids in great ways.
Families are just beginning to grab those threads and pull together. It’s just a start, but that’s all it takes.
Please pray for our families, for this great nation. God is on our side and folks that’s where it is.
It always takes a really hurting generation to reroute and turn the world around. But only with God’s help will it happen.
— Aunt Norie, P.O. Box 265, Tonganoxie 66086; firstname.lastname@example.org.
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