Before diving more deeply into my father's experiences with The Great Depression, I'd like to describe the vital part that history plays in shaping every person's life. In fact, history often plays a more significant role than we consciously realize until time spent in reflection broadens our ability to view the narrowness of personal perception with a greater sense of objectivity—which expands attitudes of rigidity toward freely embracing flexibility of thought.
As rigid standards soften toward heartfelt flexibility, comfort zones expand, naturally. Once an experience, which had felt darkly 'wrong', feels heaven sent, the warmth of the sun melts dark clouds of inner conflict away for this reason: Flexibility of thought offers the human mind fresh opportunities to brainstorm toward reconsidering yesterday's trains of thought in hopes of creating change for the betterment of everyone concerned.
(For example, I'm certain that the depression had great bearing on the fact that financial aid had failed to materialize in the holy land when leadership had made promises that proved too rich to keep once countless men, named 'Mr. Moneybags', found themselves lining up in bread lines, feeling utterly confounded, while trying to figure out how to dig themselves out of their own financial holes. And BTW, upon editing yesterday's post, a few delectable details popped into my mind, concerning my father's heartfelt reunion with his beloved Uncle Nuete in Jerusalem, which took place in 1967 at the outbreak of the seven day, Yom Kippur War, so if reason for their reunion peaks your interest, please stop gnashing your teeth at my offering you this chance to glance back at post 973, because, as always—the choice is up to you :)
Now, let's move on to this next morsel of American history, which I chose to lift from the internet for this reason: The article below will surely deepen our understanding, concerning the significant part that the 21st Amendment to the U.S. Constitution played in shaping the life that my mother, sister Lauren and I shared with my father, during the 1940's, because fate rarely causes unexpected change to affect only one life.
In truth, insight into the ways that fate inspires soul searching, suggests that an unexpected change of heart may affect one person more deeply than another until both, who have shared a mesmerizing experience, spend time in reflection, and eventually, if awareness peaks, landing both minds on the same page, that's why we say timing, concerning the natural expansion of each person's comfort zone, is—everything—especially when change for the betterment of all concerned depends upon reconsidering decisions made before insight into feeling guilty vs. being guilty of wrong doing is mutually understood.
When temperance laws proved too restrictive, countless good souls, innocent of wrong doing, had been declared guilty of law breaking and imprisoned—unnecessarily. Today, the law has been justifiably modified to suggest that those who imbibe within self-respecting limits of moderation accept responsibility for monitoring their desires by making decisions that meet personal needs while considering the safety of others, and thus, when we review thoughts concerning self empowered moderation, common sense suggests that insight into emotional maturity offers deep thinking individuals sound reason to reconsider laws in need of repealing or tweaking, rather than continuing to imprison good souls, who prove innocent of wrong doing.
It's become intuitively clear to me that individuals, who find safe haven in which to imbibe within mature limits of moderation, are not to be confused with those who harm others by driving drunk. And in keeping with that train of thought, I've chosen to post this article, which, as you shall see, will affect unexpected change for the better, first in our nation's history, then in the life of my father, the farmer, and later, in my mother's life, as well …
As rigid standards soften toward heartfelt flexibility, comfort zones expand, naturally. Once an experience, which had felt darkly 'wrong', feels heaven sent, the warmth of the sun melts dark clouds of inner conflict away for this reason: Flexibility of thought offers the human mind fresh opportunities to brainstorm toward reconsidering yesterday's trains of thought in hopes of creating change for the betterment of everyone concerned.
(For example, I'm certain that the depression had great bearing on the fact that financial aid had failed to materialize in the holy land when leadership had made promises that proved too rich to keep once countless men, named 'Mr. Moneybags', found themselves lining up in bread lines, feeling utterly confounded, while trying to figure out how to dig themselves out of their own financial holes. And BTW, upon editing yesterday's post, a few delectable details popped into my mind, concerning my father's heartfelt reunion with his beloved Uncle Nuete in Jerusalem, which took place in 1967 at the outbreak of the seven day, Yom Kippur War, so if reason for their reunion peaks your interest, please stop gnashing your teeth at my offering you this chance to glance back at post 973, because, as always—the choice is up to you :)
Now, let's move on to this next morsel of American history, which I chose to lift from the internet for this reason: The article below will surely deepen our understanding, concerning the significant part that the 21st Amendment to the U.S. Constitution played in shaping the life that my mother, sister Lauren and I shared with my father, during the 1940's, because fate rarely causes unexpected change to affect only one life.
In truth, insight into the ways that fate inspires soul searching, suggests that an unexpected change of heart may affect one person more deeply than another until both, who have shared a mesmerizing experience, spend time in reflection, and eventually, if awareness peaks, landing both minds on the same page, that's why we say timing, concerning the natural expansion of each person's comfort zone, is—everything—especially when change for the betterment of all concerned depends upon reconsidering decisions made before insight into feeling guilty vs. being guilty of wrong doing is mutually understood.
When temperance laws proved too restrictive, countless good souls, innocent of wrong doing, had been declared guilty of law breaking and imprisoned—unnecessarily. Today, the law has been justifiably modified to suggest that those who imbibe within self-respecting limits of moderation accept responsibility for monitoring their desires by making decisions that meet personal needs while considering the safety of others, and thus, when we review thoughts concerning self empowered moderation, common sense suggests that insight into emotional maturity offers deep thinking individuals sound reason to reconsider laws in need of repealing or tweaking, rather than continuing to imprison good souls, who prove innocent of wrong doing.
It's become intuitively clear to me that individuals, who find safe haven in which to imbibe within mature limits of moderation, are not to be confused with those who harm others by driving drunk. And in keeping with that train of thought, I've chosen to post this article, which, as you shall see, will affect unexpected change for the better, first in our nation's history, then in the life of my father, the farmer, and later, in my mother's life, as well …
"On December 5, 1933, the 21st Amendment to the U.S. Constitution is ratified, repealing the 18th Amendment and bringing an end to the era of national prohibition of alcohol in America. At 5:32 p.m. EST, Utah became the 36th state to ratify the amendment, achieving the requisite three-fourths majority of states' approval. Pennsylvania and Ohio had ratified it earlier in the day.
The movement for the prohibition of alcohol began in the early 19th century, when Americans concerned about the adverse effects of drinking began forming temperance societies. By the late 19th century, these groups had become a powerful political force, campaigning on the state level and calling for national liquor abstinence. Several states outlawed the manufacture or sale of alcohol within their own borders. In December 1917, the 18th Amendment, prohibiting the "manufacture, sale, or transportation of intoxicating liquors for beverage purposes," was passed by Congress and sent to the states for ratification. On January 29, 1919, the 18th Amendment achieved the necessary three-fourths majority of state ratification. Prohibition essentially began in June of that year, but the amendment did not officially take effect until January 29, 1920.
In the meantime, Congress passed the Volstead Act on October 28, 1919, over PresidentWoodrow Wilson's veto. The Volstead Act provided for the enforcement of Prohibition, including the creation of a special Prohibition unit of the Treasury Department. In its first six months, the unit destroyed thousands of illicit stills run by bootleggers. However, federal agents and police did little more than slow the flow of booze, and organized crime flourished in America. Large-scale bootleggers like Al Capone of Chicago built criminal empires out of illegal distribution efforts, and federal and state governments lost billions in tax revenue. In most urban areas, the individual consumption of alcohol was largely tolerated and drinkers gathered at "speakeasies," the Prohibition-era term for saloons.
Prohibition, failing fully to enforce sobriety and costing billions, rapidly lost popular support in the early 1930s. In 1933, the 21st Amendment to the Constitution was passed and ratified, ending national Prohibition. After the repeal of the 18th Amendment, some states continued Prohibition by maintaining statewide temperance laws. Mississippi, the last dry state in the Union, ended Prohibition in 1966."
Before returning our attention to my father's life in 1934, I feel inclined to slip this detail into today's post: When Will and I married in 1966, our wedding celebration took place in a small town that was still dry … and that location was chosen by my father for reasons which will be disclosed in a story, concerning a failed business venture, which will unfold before your eyes, some time down the road … as for now, let's see how corned beef on rye provided my grandpa's family of five with more than physical sustenance upon their return to the states in the late summer of 1933 when Yacob's and Jack's plight at finding themselves unemployed proved so widespread as to necessitate long lines where Mr. Moneybags stood humbly behind Joe Blow in hopes of filling loved ones' empty tummies with hand outs of life-sustaining bread—suggestive of the fact that when hunger goes unsatiated, over long, reflection, concerning decisions made in good faith in times past, may prove to be in serious need of reconsideration before the spirits of good people have reason to feel uplifted, all around …
Uh wait—one more thing just popped into my mind:
We mate for several reasons
Here are just four:
We mate to populate the earth
We mate because two heads, on the same page, prove better than one
We mate because love, rather than money, makes the world go round
We mate because nothing feels as magically uplifting as
Love, rising from the ashes—
Rekindling warmth and brightness of being—
Both of which prove indescribably fulfilling when
A pair of soulmates quest toward creating safe haven
In the aftermath of time spent in reflective separation …
And with thanks for having offered me this opportunity to
Voice my belief in the expansive thus lasting nature of loving intuitively
I'll wrap up today's train of thought by suggesting that
The human heart will always quest toward insight into
Loving each other with a greater degree of flexibility, which
Accompanies purity of mind and spirit …
And speaking as one whose heart
Continues to work at achieving a goal as mutually fulfilling as that …
Your friend, Annie, wishes you and yours a five star day
:) ANCORA EMPARO …
Before returning our attention to my father's life in 1934, I feel inclined to slip this detail into today's post: When Will and I married in 1966, our wedding celebration took place in a small town that was still dry … and that location was chosen by my father for reasons which will be disclosed in a story, concerning a failed business venture, which will unfold before your eyes, some time down the road … as for now, let's see how corned beef on rye provided my grandpa's family of five with more than physical sustenance upon their return to the states in the late summer of 1933 when Yacob's and Jack's plight at finding themselves unemployed proved so widespread as to necessitate long lines where Mr. Moneybags stood humbly behind Joe Blow in hopes of filling loved ones' empty tummies with hand outs of life-sustaining bread—suggestive of the fact that when hunger goes unsatiated, over long, reflection, concerning decisions made in good faith in times past, may prove to be in serious need of reconsideration before the spirits of good people have reason to feel uplifted, all around …
Uh wait—one more thing just popped into my mind:
We mate for several reasons
Here are just four:
We mate to populate the earth
We mate because two heads, on the same page, prove better than one
We mate because love, rather than money, makes the world go round
We mate because nothing feels as magically uplifting as
Love, rising from the ashes—
Rekindling warmth and brightness of being—
Both of which prove indescribably fulfilling when
A pair of soulmates quest toward creating safe haven
In the aftermath of time spent in reflective separation …
And with thanks for having offered me this opportunity to
Voice my belief in the expansive thus lasting nature of loving intuitively
I'll wrap up today's train of thought by suggesting that
The human heart will always quest toward insight into
Loving each other with a greater degree of flexibility, which
Accompanies purity of mind and spirit …
And speaking as one whose heart
Continues to work at achieving a goal as mutually fulfilling as that …
Your friend, Annie, wishes you and yours a five star day
:) ANCORA EMPARO …
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