Ideas on creating a job
Yesterday I heard on the news that eight percent of jobs in this country were related to the housing industry. With the housing market in a dire financial situation, I know many are out of work. However, do not be despondent, put on your thinking cap and figure out a way to create your own job and make a living.
It would surely be interesting to have the great and popular political humorist, Will Rogers, around today to lighten things up a bit during these times of crisis that, “try men’s soul.” Unfortunately, he died in an airplane crash on August 15, 1935.
He and Wiley Post (the great flier who was the first to fly solo around the world) were on a trip to Alaska when their plane crashed in the desolate Artic tundra country over which they were flying. The wreckage of their plane was discovered lying in the river where it fell, near an Eskimo camp where he and Post stopped to ask the way to Point Barrow, ending the tragic flight.
Will Rogers was a beloved entertainer and writer, mostly writing about politicians and the government during his time in the thirties, the Great Depression and the era of President Roosevelt.
Here’s a sampling of his writings:
On the paternal side of my family, because they lived in the country, my aunts and uncles did not work in cotton mills. Several went to college to become teachers and one a doctor. In retrospect, I marvel at the way my grandfather managed his farm and took care of so many including all the blacks and whites living on the farm. When money was scarce, all of us lived well and had plenty while so many stood in soup lines in the large cities.
We did not have running water, telephones, or electricity. But did have a radio and a newspaper and kept up on what was happening in other places.
Most everything we had was created and made from the land. My mother used a can of lye and the grease from the hogs, which would then be boiled in a huge black pot outside, to make the soap to wash clothes and clean with. It was called “lye soap.” The laundry was done with spring water and wash pots. The clothes were always boiled and then scrubbed on a washboard, rinsed and hung out on lines to dry.
The Great Depression is an era I have touched on briefly in other articles. Yet the unavailability of gas to operate vehicles brings back many memories of that period called The Great Depression when we traveled around by horse and buggy, wagons, and walking. My grandparents did have A-model fords.
Because my parents were very young when I was born, I had a lot of aunts and uncles around my age, some older and a couple younger than I. We lived on a farm in northeast Georgia and my paternal grandparents lived nearby. They owned a lot of acreage dotted by little houses of blacks and whites who worked the farm. I’ve described the large house they lived in that sat atop a hill with the wraparound veranda. I walked to their house every day to catch the school bus.
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