I can never say the word help without think of the Beatle song and the movie of that name. The song was clever and expressed a lot of emotion of that feeling of desperation. I have been fortunate to have got some of that much needed commodity lately. One in the shape of family. Sometimes it is the last person you can think of that does help. These are hard times for people who have a small business. Banks if you are in trouble are more likely to help you by helping themselves although these days they are not earning much for their troubles. If you go beyond this situation there always seems to be a catch 22 to everything you do. I was blessed with a clear head for business and have learned over the years to use it to make the best decisions I can. I also thank my Father who has been dead for thirty years for spending the time talking to me about the depression (1930's) the war (WWII). His childhood being the oldest of eight children and of being sent to work at fourteen, on a farm to supplement the family wages so they could survive. I can still hear his words in my head when I have to make decisions. Some although, not many of that generation are still around and am I thankful that I have his genes.
I have to admit that Christmas is still hanging around my home. I get busy and things are still sitting out. The mantel is covered but the tree is gone. One of the things I have to do tomorrow is take them down. I think I haven't done as much as I have a broken vacuum, actually I have two of them needing repair. Tomorrow, that will be done as with our new addition it isn't pleasant living with animal hair of any kind.
I swore the next animal I got would be a horse so he could live in a stable although that is an expensive venture. Once the vacuum repaired, and the rest of the ornaments away I can reclaim my living space.
I have a lot of things to think about in this year of 2012. One it is the year the Titanic sank. Why should we think about this you have to ask yourself. It the Titanic hadn't happened maritime safety would never have been improved. I think it was such a beautiful ship and the passenger's were glamorous also. That ship still haunts us. Even, Rod Stewart, the singer is going to go on a cruise of the Titanic's only trip to where it now lies off Newfoundland. I can't say I think of the modern movie of the sinking but the old movie called, 'A Night to Remember '. That was shot in Ruislip Lido in North London. As a young person when I first say it I was enthralled with it and watched aghast at the great liner sinking and the passengers calling and crying out in the night. Maybe that tragedy was a foreshadow of the great war to come just two years later. I am sure it has given all liner passengers a healthy respect for ocean travel since that time.
The other thing about this year is that both of my parents would have been 100 years old on their birthdays. I was born late in their lives. My Father lived to be in his seventieth year and my Mother lived to be in her, eighty- third year. My Father did not live long enough to know my offspring but my Mother got to meet her grandchildren of whom she was very proud. They have her colouring her northern European looks and from what I am reading lately, Viking genes. I think my Father also from the Northern part of England had similar roots. It is interesting as I research the Norse and Viking that they are so little mentioned in the world as they are a very dominate gene in Britain, and more so the more north you go. I can only put it down to the Christian influence and the Viking acceptance of the religion in favour of Odin, Thor and Freya. The older I get I understand my parents more, their families their roots, the only pity is they met so late in life and I was born when they were older adults. I think this is not an unusual phenomena with people who's parents were old enough to have lived through WWII. That said my Father was a solider in the Canadian army and my Mother, had the good fortune to dance some of it away at the Palais Royale to the music of the big bands. My Dad, got to go with the 2nd Division about one month after D-Day and face the tanks of the German army. Knowing what I know about genetics and history, you have to be thankful for that Viking inheritance!
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