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On Facebook and elsewhere on the web there seems to be a lot of “stuff” about dreams of the future. That and the phrase “Considering The Economy…”
I feel as if it might be a good time to resurrect Busby Berkeley and Frank Capra . The tune to Happy Days are Here Again is ringing in my ears.
My mother was a flapper. My father a man about town.
They never called themselves children of The Depression.
Depression is a clinical state of mind. It never caught on with them and then, poof! World War II and suddenly, or so it appeared, it was gone.
Another phrase: “Nothing will ever be the same…” is used when I think they really mean, nothing will like the imagined state of credit supported happiness that sustained us for more than a decade.
Will the job “Laborer” creep back into the American Culture. If you browse the Shorpy’s website, you will see photos from just after the civil war into the first third of the last century. You will see the faces of families where every member, from young children on up, went to the factory each day.
Look at their faces, their lean faces. These are not happy people. But these are people with a dream, a dream for us, the coming generations. Why do I feel as if we let them down?
I will keep my dream of the future limited to waking the next day and being able to get out of bed. It’s a start.
