With next year’s election beginning to loom like the Grinch over Christmas, it might be time to look again at our “mixed blessings.” Be sure to click on “View original post” at the bottom.
The Blue Ripple, by Rich Paschall
My mother used to refer to many things as mixed blessings. In part that was because she could always see the down side of anything good. Her mother was the same way so I guess it sort of runs in the family.
Visits from her aunt Harriet would probably fall into that category. (That named is changed although I am not sure any living relative would be offended). The joyous greetings and fun visits would sooner or later degenerate into negative conversations regarding the hard life we all live. This may have been fueled by too many adult beverages.
We might hear about the “good old days” but that was usually followed with stories of living through the Great Depressions. Of course we could understand that the family struggled greatly after the market crash of 1929. It seemed unfortunate to me that 50 years…
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