Aunt Norie’s Sewing Room
I was chatting with a young father recently, when he said “You know, I grew up in such a different world. I was taught to use decent language, never cuss in front of ladies, never let any of my chums cuss in front of my mother, etc.”
We had quite a conversation, but through this young man, I felt, as I have several times just lately, it seems a turning around of our world. He, being of this younger generation, his small child on that same path, through a world with so little respect, seemingly for anyone or anything, not even themselves.
Yes, it’s those “right in the middle” who really know and feel, who can and will, “with God’s help,” turn this old world around. We can all help in so many ways. We can pray. We can get involved. Children begin to learn the moment they open their eyes.
I’ve done a good bit of volunteering. I think the most rewarding of those hours I’ve spent have been in the school room with my children’s and grandchildren’s teachers. They are so burdened and important. So much of their time today is just — to them — heartbreakingly wasted. They spend too much of it just trying to control the classroom. The disrespect they receive — no, I won’t go there. We all know all too well.
As kids, we never said cuss words, my brother would say, “Oh, gunny sacks.” My favorite was “Oh, spider webs.”
We could learn a lot from crayons. Some are sharp; some are pretty; some are dull. Some have weird names. All are different colors, but they all have to live in the same box.
Please just keep caring and praying.
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