DAYS GONE BY

DAYS GONE BY

I am a baby boomer and my post war childhood was free, playful, and full of love.  My biggest decisions rested mostly on playtime and what’s there to eat.  My family of five consisted of my parents, me (the oldest) and two brothers.  My paternal grandparents lived on our three acre farm in a small home of their own. 

My father worked two jobs, my grandpa took care of the farm, including chickens, a calf, Sam the lamb, two hunting beagles, a few goats and a huge garden.  My grandmother (in picture with me) and mom sold roasting chickens, eggs and preserved the produce from the garden for winter consumption. Life was simple!

My childhood was worry free therefore, I was afford such carefree times of snowy winters of building snowmen, snowball fights and a host of activities the imagination of a child to produce soaked wet clothes, red face and runny nose. Summer’s allowed us children to run in the rain on a hot summer day with undies on, bar of soap in hand to take an outdoor shower.  I can still smell fresh cut grass and I remember the vegetable bus came by where we could take our pennies to buy bubble gum and candy.  Then there was the Autumn Season of beautiful colors as the leaves on the trees that were so vibrant fell.  Nothing said autumn better than piles of color leaves that raked into a heap after falling from the trees calling us kids dive into it.  We also would climb up the pear trees and bomb each other with pears much to the elder’s warnings. 

We lived a middle class life when families went to church together, always gathered for holidays, special celebrations and Sunday dinners with my maternal grandparents.  Nothing disturbed the peace and joy of my childhood and for this I am eternally thankful for those days to God.

COMMENTARY:  This world now with all its modern technology, education, and the governments collectively (so called) wisdom cannot protect children.  The atrocities are beyond the scope of being tolerable if not sickening.  Children are raped, pimped, prostituted, on drugs, drinking, committing suicides, abandon, and thrown away easily.  Children are used as bonded labor, underage labor not to mention domestic help boarding on slavery as with the others.  The life of a child in many cases has no value but to be used by the evil hearts of society.

 

Many children live perilous lives connected with war, religious persecution, and obsessive regimes.  Many children are in flight, homeless, hungry and malnutrition.  Many are denied any education, health care and basic human rights. 

Pope Francis declared starting in December 2015 the Year of Mercy.  Perhaps this would be a good time to be merciful to these vulnerable precious children and see what we can do to set these captives free.

My life is a revolutionary for change and a protest against the hell that prevails against children through the evil nature of society.

I come to you Lord with empty hands, poor health use what I am to liberate these children for YOU are strong where I am NOT.

©Linda Mary Liotino ME A SERVANT OF CHRIST MISSION 2015