Archive for the ‘Lifestyle’ Category

Red Sky at Night…

May 5, 2011


“Red Sky at Night…” © R.L. Herron

I rediscovered some interesting information this afternoon. It sounds almost like some of the political commentary of the day.

It’s not something hidden away or unknown. It is a significant part of our history. It was written by a leader who had the welfare of the people he governed at heart. It was extremely relevant at the time and it is still relevant.

I don’t think I need to add a single thing.

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“We cannot be content, no matter how high (our) general standard of living may be, if some fraction of our people…is ill-fed, ill-clothed, ill housed, and insecure.

This Republic had its beginning, and grew to its present strength, under the protection of certain inalienable political rights—among them the right of free speech, free press, free worship, trial by jury, freedom from unreasonable searches and seizures. They were our rights to life and liberty.

As our Nation has grown in size and stature, however—as our industrial economy expanded—these political rights proved inadequate to assure us equality in the pursuit of happiness.

We have come to a clear realization of the fact that true individual freedom cannot exist without economic security and independence. “Necessitous men are not free men.” People who are hungry and out of a job are the stuff of which dictatorships are made.

In our day these economic truths have become accepted as self-evident. We have accepted, so to speak, a second Bill of Rights under which a new basis of security and prosperity can be established for all regardless of station, race, or creed.

Among these are:

  • The right to a useful and remunerative job in the industries or shops or farms or mines of the Nation;
  • The right to earn enough to provide adequate food and clothing and recreation;
  • The right of every farmer to raise and sell his products at a return which will give him and his family a decent living;
  • The right of every businessman, large and small, to trade in an atmosphere of freedom from unfair competition and domination by monopolies at home or abroad;
  • The right of every family to a decent home;
  • The right to adequate medical care and the opportunity to achieve and enjoy good health;
  • The right to adequate protection from the economic fears of old age, sickness, accident, and unemployment;
  • The right to a good education.

All of these rights spell security…we must be prepared to move forward, in the implementation of these rights, to new goals of human happiness and well-being.

America’s own rightful place in the world depends in large part upon how fully these and similar rights have been carried into practice for our citizens. For unless there is security here at home there cannot be lasting peace in the world.”

Excerpt from the State of the Union Address
Franklin D. Roosevelt
January 11, 1944

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As always, your comments are welcomed and encouraged.

 

Weathering the Storm

April 27, 2011


“Approaching Storm Over Deerfield Beach” © R.L. Herron

I seem to spend a lot of time lately listening to political rhetoric. Not because I want to. It permeates the airwaves every day and, like an approaching storm, is sometimes difficult to avoid.

But avoiding it is exactly what I wish I could do.

I’ve never been a particularly political animal. Oh sure, I have preferences and often wish they were better shared by others, but would rather not – in most instances – get into an argument with friends over them. It’s too easy to lose friends that way.

There are a few people who have known me to get uptight about certain issues, but only a few. I always regret letting off steam that way.

I’ve never been able to change anyone’s mind by giving them an unwanted dose of mine.

I do let my elected representatives know how I feel about issues, both when I agree with them and when I don’t. That’s only fair. To represent me, they need to know how I feel.

But friends I would rather just keep as friends.

So I try to bite my tongue over things that go against my personal opinions. There are many contrary positions and I hope I’m always open to listen to facts that will change my mind.

However, I’ve often wished it was possible to designate where my particular tax dollars are actually spent. Not in the directions any political party designates, but by my actual personal choices.

I know the first thing I would vote to continue would be programs that help the less fortunate among us. What better use of my tax dollar than to help someone in need?

I would vote to remove any elected official who is discovered telling blatant lies to further his/her own political agenda. Why would I trust someone like that to do right for my country?

I would vote to keep our troops out of harm’s way unless we are actually under attack.

It has nothing to do with politics. It’s a personal opinion. I don’t think we have a responsibility to police the world and I will never be a fan of war. Ever.

I would vote to recall any representative who tried to disallow collective bargaining.

I’ve never belonged to a union, but our history as a country is one that ultimately demands fairness and compromise. Why shouldn’t a person be able to bargain as part of a group to receive fair compensation for their work, provide for their families and have their voices heard?

I would vote to remove any representative who acted to eliminate restrictions on the dumping of pollutants into our air and water. Do you know anyone who wants the environment to be less safe for their grandchildren?

I would vote to remove any representative who would try to restrict measures put in place to make workplaces safer. Isn’t the safety of another human being something that should be paramount in our thinking?

Do we need another Triangle Shirtwaist Factory disaster to remind us of things like that?

All this sounds political, I know, but I don’t think about the politics involved. I’m not a member of any political party. I’m a humanist.

I think about my children and my grandchildren and our future generations. It has nothing to do with politics.

But that’s just me, right?

God, I certainly hope not.

 

Déjà Vu

March 3, 2011


“The Ride” © R.L. Herron

I came across this image today while looking through photos stored on my computer. It brought a smile to my face.

It shows my eldest son driving his grandfather’s tractor with his son on his lap. My grandson was so excited at the ride through a field overgrown with weeds and wildflowers.

I recalled the day I took it, and how careful I had been to use a large aperture to minimize depth of field. I wanted the foreground and background, while remaining identifiable, to be out-of-focus and incidental to the two of them.

That was captured pretty much as I intended. There’s also something else captured there, which you can’t see and I didn’t realize myself until I saw it again.

A sense of déjà vu.

We all know déjà vu is the experience of feeling certain one has already witnessed or experienced a situation. The firm sense the experience has genuinely happened in the past.

In this case, it almost did.

Thirty-four years ago, probably about the same time of year, that same tractor was going through the same spot in that same field.

Only the driver was me and the passenger was my son.

I can recall that day with utter clarity. I’m certain if I searched I could find a grainy snapshot of the two of us, taken at almost the identical spot. It’s a very emotional feeling.

It’s somehow comforting to know my son has been able to experience the same gratification I felt at sharing that moment with him. There are four generations in that photo. My father-in-law (94 now), me, my son and my grandson. All linked by that tractor and that field.

Déjà vu.

It’s a good memory I wish more people could share. Come to think of it, now they have.