08/20/2022
My thoughts from the tractor seat.
By Don Hartman.
I sure miss the kind of people I grew up around... the kind that knew how to fix things when they broke, like trucks, tractors, leaky faucets, and such. Those from the generation that had guts, character and willpower... the ones that lived through world wars and the Great Depression... not by choice but because they had to.
I miss the early morning coffee drinkers... the ones that got up early and stayed at it late because that's just what you do if you want to get it done. I miss those folks that helped each other in times of need... but refused to ask others for help. The ones that didn’t have much, but they were content with what little they had.
I miss the generation that also was easygoing and never too busy to stop and visit over the fence and just chew the fat, or had time to stop and cut a watermelon on the turn row. The kinda folks that would offer a glass of tea, or maybe sit in the shade and eat a milk nickel on a hot summer day. Folks that when the weekends came around would get together and play cards or dominos. The ones that wanted to go hunting and fishing together.
My generation is the last taught by those great men and women. They are now the ones with gnarled hands and stooped shoulders, white hair and wrinkled skin. Many are fading, and many are dead and gone.
That generation accomplished so much and prospered, they passed that prosperity on without most of us having earned it... now many have gotten to the point that it is expected.
Each generation wants to give their children a life better than they had, which is a noble gesture... but a true disservice.
But of all they taught us and gave us, there is one thing that a lot have failed to learn and that is... that most things that come easy don’t last... but the things that last don’t come easy.
Be blessed.