Graduation is such a special time, not just for those who are leaving high school or college, but also for their parents and families. It is the culmination of years of encouragement, watching, waiting, and praying. Whether proceeding to college or a career, the graduate is embarking on life as an adult.
It's that time of year again, where social media will buzz like crazy on Sunday as we all take the time to let the online world know that our mom is the best one out there.
If you've followed my columns, I've already praised my mom through this particular medium. But as I glance at my Facebook news feed on a daily basis (probably more than I should), I find that there are a wide variety of mothers out there, and they all should be celebrated.
I've often wished my kids could see how things were when I was a kid. "'Zat right?" you say. Yeah, it is. I wish they could see how much different daily life was at that time. It's really kind of hard to tell them about it, but if they could go to the high school and see the teachers, and see how everyone was dressed and how much different the hairstyles were, I think they'd understand. It seems like everyone was busy, but it wasn't this mad rush of running, snatching and grabbing that we now have.
May first is probably one of the least known âspecialâ days on the calendar. By proclamation issued in 1958, President Eisenhower declared the day âLaw Dayâ, a time to remember and to honor âthe great heritage of liberty, justice and equality under law which our forefathers bequeathed to usâ. While not a holiday celebrated with the festivities of some â and it is doubtful that any businesses or government offices close for its observance â it is one which should not be forgotten.
Well, I'll say one thing for The Barack, he sure knows how to work the news cycle to keep people's attention diverted from things with the potential to embarrass him. Of course he also has the willing cooperation of the press, which makes it a lot easier.
Yeah, he was green, 'bout three foot tall, eyes looked like Brussels sprouts and he was from Mars. (They look like that, you know.) Junior later reported that he'd got tired of fixing fence down in the salt cedars and was siting down in the shade scratching some chigger bites and wishing he was in town at the snow cone stand. About that time this little feller came easing by and Junior got a good look at him.
I am part of a generation whose parents really wanted us to have a better life than they had. As a result, most of us received more education, have jobs with higher earning power, and owned a home at a younger age than our parents could have dreamed. We will probably live longer than they, and, in many ways, have a much better life.
Wednesday another ârite of springâ will wander through our community. Most places of business will be visited by a person bearing a box and collection of one inch square âtagsâ. Itâs Library Tag Day â the one time each year that our local library requests support from the citizens.
Frances and I used to walk five or six blocks from a parking place to wherever we were going. "'Zat right?" you say. Yes! We lived and taught in San Antonio, the Alamo City, and if we could find a parking place that close to our destination we would gladly take it. On the local level, parking that far away would be like parking at Brookshire's or the video store and walking to a store on the west side of the square. Being from the country, though, we think we should be able to park right in front of the door of the place we're going.
Even someone who ignores the day to day pap the main stream media puts out, to the extent I do, can't have missed the to-do over Arizona's attempt to pass a law preventing forced labor. As I understand it, the intent of the proposed law was that if someone, such as a florist or a wedding cake maker, disagreed with gay marriage on religious grounds, then they didnât have to provide their services to a gay couple at their wedding.