Tuesday, January 17, 2006
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I know so many people who don't have a clue what they want to do with their lives - my brother, the uncle I'm talking with right now, Xangans. These people are always itching for something more. Yeah, fine - it's the human condition. I feel it, too.
But then I read the accounts of people who are happy, content, thrilled with the sublime small things of life. And so I wrote another chink in my family's memoir, or at least the kernel of it, and, as usual, it began as a comment on someone else's blog....
My grandmother didn't start getting old until she turned 60 and her body began slowly turning against her. Even now at 70, back surgery on the horizon, she's one of the most content people I know. She grew up in the Depression, lost her mother at an early age, and had to fight tooth and nail through school. She had wonderful grades, but the college scholarship was given to a girl who came from a rich family. She went to the priest and asked why. He said something about God knowning she could handle it. And so she lived on cheap black coffee and worked her way through college. She met an Air Force man and they made ends meet without too much difficulty. They raised four happy children who live(d) well-adjusted lives. She still works - still teaches, is a docent at the Fine Arts Center. She volunteers here and there, and her husband is still involved in Boy Scouts and is the most knowledgeable person in the state (at least) on flags. Grandma always buys the car she wants, but she keeps it for ten or more years. She saves her money and then travels wherever she wants. She buys comfortable shoes and good presents, but for her, it's only the things she really needs and then the few things she really wants. Not wealthy - but happy and fulfilling her dreams.
Because she had to work for them.
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Comments (23)
Blessed is the person who seek happiness and always find it where s/he is?
Everyone I know that grew up in the Depression turned out as amazing people. My grandparents are like that.
(That's me paraphrasing (I think) Sheryl Crow)
I would love to travel.
You know, I know so many people like you speak of who don't know what they want from live and seem to unconcerned to a point. I cannot talk as I was lost for awhile... married and did the houseiwfe, mother thing, and thats honorable, but one day you think, who am I? What could or should I have done differently?
Then you hope its not too late to do what it is that calls you.
Take care,
Peace and Love:)
RYC: It makes me happy to know you appreciate music of my generation. I was surprised to see how many younger people like the music from then..The ones I know here detest it.Even my own daughter wo has heard it all her life and who heard it while in my womb as I was always listening to music and singing. I am happy to know some still can appreicate it.I love todays music too, not saying anything bad about it. I will hush now about music.
I hate how rich kids get the scholarships. ; ) Your G'ma sounds like an awesome woman, just like her granddaughter.
She sounds strong and wise. I agree with you that working for your dreams is ultimately satisfying. It's too often that people squander the little joys always in search of a winning lotto ball, a hit song, or asome other uber-rich fantasy. Living shouldn't be what youdo while waiting for better stuff to happen eh?
I hit the link and that is the second time that page has come up from a friend. I may just have to look into this! Thank you for the tip!
Thanks for sharing her life with us.
RYC-Same here. I'm having a hard time reconciling what most Christians believe about it with my experience and understanding of the Bible.
RYC: The boy in the picture is my youngest, aka Bubba. Thanks for the comment. Have a blessed day!