(Pictures are from our drive from Maine to Mass)
I grew up in a parsonage. My dad was a fundamental conservative preacher with the Church of God denomination. Not many kids really like to attend church and as a preacher’s kid I attended church every time the doors were open, it was expected.
There were times, such as revivals or visiting missionaries, that we gave up our rooms and slept on ‘pallets’, I never minded that, it was sorta like camping.
Also being a part of the pastors family you got some stories the average person did not get. Such as the personal stories of the missionaries i.e. Actually how they lived and some of the ‘adventurous’ stuff that boys like. About the animals and tribes they has seen. Some evangelists were more interesting than others, Rev. Mahaffey had been a tank driver in WWII and I loved his stories. So there were some positives about the parsonage.
(Blurred by rain)
However over all, by 16 I had had enough church and needed to LEAVE (I thought,after all I was nearly grown).
I wasn’t alone in wanting to leave, many boys did, and for many different reasons. In the cotton mill towns there wasn’t a great future, many boys and girls followed their mom and dad’s into the mills. Getting away meant two things as I grew up, the military where the pay was half that of the mills or head north to Detroit where the pay was twice that of the cotton mills. I, being a very smart dude chose the military.
But by 19-20 I was a solid husband and becoming a father. (Church did give me a beautiful girl) Now at 19-20 it seems kids still do not know what they want to do, some are not yet wanting to try. Many will stay home and on the parents insurance, health and auto as long as possible or as long as parents will allow it.
The standard policy of homes down south was when a family member got a job and lived at home, they started paying mom & Dad room and board. It taught responsibility and it matured one, much faster.
(Sherry thought I should apply to Harvard)
Both our boys paid room and board when they went to work, they were not happy about it. But unknown to them their mama was putting the money back as sort of a savings account for them, when they did leave home she gave it to them.
Maturing later? lazy? Unable to focus? or just happy and comfortable in the home nest?
(This was a train station. I thought it was a church)
Don’t get me wrong, This is not meant judgmental. Each family lives their own lives and it is NONE of my business why, how or where, I am just making an observation, it seems we Americans are maturing at a later date.
Above entrance to the RV park and below our home for 10 days.
My wiper repair, tying the blade in place.
LIfe is Like….. Yeah I have been reading MA’s blog.
Nice truck also good price… $13,500 (?)
Enjoyed seeing this beautiful all original 1929 Buick…