Very true. Both my grandmothers were born in 1903. They had a much harder life than I’ve had. Even my mother, who was born in 1924, had WWII to deal with and food rationing, osteomyelitis as a child before antibiotics were widely available, and no labour saving devices until she was in her late forties. No wonder she could always beat me at arm wrestling!

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I have no idea who wrote the following piece, but it strikes me as worthy of wider dissemination than it has had so far. My son sent it to me the other day and said, simply, “it was written by a co-worker.” It strikes me as particularly important given the fact that we are all feeling fed-up with the coronavirus and all that it entails. We simply cannot wait until things go “back to normal” — refusing to admit to ourselves that there may be no return to normal and that the “new normal” will be like nothing we have ever experienced.

In any event, we wallow in self-pity since few of us has ever had to deny ourselves much of what we want. This is, after all, the “Age of Entitlement” not only in the schools but in the homes as well. We buy on plastic and run up…

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