Define the word discipline properly.
It may have been Pleasantville for you, but it was not for Pleasantville for me. The fifties are not a place I want to return too. I did the best I could under difficult sitiuations, heaven only knows what my father did to our family. I certainlly have no clue only spectulation.
Discipline. This was taught to me, as the fact that if you make a child work hard and teach them good from bad with a stick or belt they will behave, " I will discipline my kids!" was the call of the fifties, as it is now. I rebelled. I worked hard because of the this discipline, but the love of the mother was not there. I have welt scars on my butt, I stood my ground and I rebelled, I traveled a road mentally alone with a lot of confusion and no sense of comfort. No "Motherly Love" as Frank Zappa says. I devoured my step sister Diane, thinking her compassion for the love of my life. I clung to her like dust on a television screen. I have done the same to all the women I have known. Sylvia and Joanie were very eager to correct the wrongs of mankind with love, compassion and comfort. These women corrected the wrong and made it right. They supplied the "Motherly Love" as I sarcastically say. Discipline made me work hard, it did not give me a mothers love.
Laurel devoted 100% of her time to the good welfare of our children, she gave up the 9 to 5 job for the full 24 hour love affair with her family. The children are gone and she is back at the 9 to 5 job.
I did not use a stick or belt with Eli and Allison. Eli and Allison were taught good and bad. They were cared for with love. They had the freedom to choose the religion and life styles they wanted. They learned to work hard as a method of doing good and learning. They both played hard, dipping into places that made us cringe. They always kindly went the way of comfort and love. "Motherly Love". Looking back to the joyful times as an example of good living. It is very important for a mother to be with her children, giving a teaspoon of love, a shoulder or hug of warmth. It is very important for a father to be around too. He is the guy who rushes into a brick wall trying to catch a rock, with a great thrill of being alive. He is the guy that jumps into a lake without thinking to save his daughter. These are the fibers of family, you provide life, love and comfort and stand up for what is right.
The mind needs a family, the body needs a family.
fam·i·ly (f²m"…-l¶, f²m"l¶) n., pl. fam·i·lies. Abbr. fam. 1.a. A fundamental social group
in society typically consisting of a man and woman and their offspring. b. Two or more people who share goals and values, have long-term commitments to one another, and reside usually in the same dwelling place. 2. All the members of a household under one roof. 3. A group of persons sharing common ancestry.
I grew up in the San Gabriel Valley, the years 1940's thur to the 1960's. During this time period, there was not a very clear view of the mountains, the clarity and purity of view was not there. The smog was a fact of life I called normal, not knowing any difference until my stay in Hawaii. I realized then that something was wrong with Los Angeles. I think it has changed now, but back then it was terrible.
A Green Mist
To sway opinions with voices of light.
A bit of sarcasm for you nostalgia buffs.
It may have been Pleasantville for you, but it was not for Pleasantville for me.
Lessons to be learned by dropping out and living in poverty.
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