Archive for April, 2013


In response to  an item regarding the passing of Cynthia Fink, former FGHS teacher, Julian Hazlett wrote the following.  Sometimes events today does prompt memories of many years ago, some pleasant and some unpleasant.  This event occurred in 1960, nearly 53 years ago.  Thanks to Julian for sharing.

Julian Hazlett commented on CYNTHIA FINK’S FUNERAL SERVICES

A memory of Cynthia Fink: It was a beautiful day in May 1960. The year I graduated from high school. John F. Kennedy and Hubert Humphrey were campaigning in the presidential primary in West Virginia. The entire Kennedy family was covering every inch of the state encouraging everyone to vote for Kennedy. I was in Cynthia Fink’s journalism class when she announced that there would be someone arriving momentarily to speak to us. We looked out the window and there was a long line of black cars on the street. Mrs. Fink proceeded to apply lipstick and rouge to prepare for the moment. The door opened and there was this handsome man, tall, tan and exuding such confidence. He said, ” Good morning, my name is Edward Kennedy. I am the brother of John Kennedy, who is running for President. I would appreciate it very much if you would tell your parents to vote for him. Thank you very much.” And he was gone. And the rest is history. That moment is forever etched in my mind.


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I found this great piece written by North Carolina writer and author of books John Rosemond.  This article appeared in one of the  McClatchey group of newspapers.  He so nails many of the problems and their pathway back to what we knew then as the “Age of Aquarius.”  I am proud to say that I am a proud member of his generation and was raised in exactly the manner described of the 30s and 40s.  Guns were for procuring food for the table, drugs were for curing existing diseases, and there was no “free love” as put forth by the Aquarians.  I hope all enjoy this as much as I did.   Thank you John Rosemond for your wisdom.

American parents have been listening to professional psycho-babblers tell them how to raise children since the late 1960s. I was in graduate school at the time, and my professors thought the babblers were geniuses, sent by some New Age divinity to correct all the egregious wrongs parents had done to children since time immemorial. Children were about to enter a Golden Age in which their opinions would not only be listened to but also taken into consideration, and from an early age. And they would be allowed to express their feelings freely! And parents and teachers were going to tell them how wonderful they were and how everything they did was wonderful and so children would do more and more wonderful things and the Age of Aquarius would dawn and peace and love would fill the universe!
Problem is, it didn’t turn out quite the way it was planned. Indeed, parents and teachers did all the “right” things. In fact, nearly everything they did was pretty much the opposite of the way previous generations of parents had done things. The result? Well, let’s just say the Age of Aquarius has yet to dawn.
Child mental health in America, across the demographic spectrum, has declined markedly in the past 50 or so years. Compared with a kid from my generation, today’s child is five to 10 times more likely to become clinically depressed before his or her 16th birthday. And parenting, as it is now termed, has become the single most stressful thing a woman will do in her adult life. Mind you, her great-grandmother probably raised a lot more kids and experienced very little stress. She was, however, able to stress her kids rather effectively.
When are parents – mothers, especially – going to get it? When are they going to wake up to the fact that the babblers have done nothing – and yes, I mean nothing – but damage? In my estimation, the Age of Aquarius will begin when American parents shut the babblers down and return parenting – to borrow from the vernacular of the 1960s – back to the people!
Because today’s parents have no experiential understanding of the way it was, I’ll highlight a few of the more salient features of pre-1960s childhood. But before I do, I’ll respond to those who claim that I “idealize” the 1950s. No, I do not. I simply maintain what is verifiable fact: American children were better off back then – as well off, in fact, as they’d ever been and certainly a whole lot happier than today’s kids.
The biggest difference was that mom and dad paid more attention to and talked more to one another than they paid attention to and talked to their kids. In fact, kids back then didn’t get a whole lot of attention from their parents. We were supposed to pay attention to them, not they to us. And so, by the time we went to school, we’d learned to give our undivided attention to adults, which is why we were taught successfully (our academic achievement was much higher than today’s kids) in overcrowded classrooms. By the time we were in our early elementary years, we were doing more for our moms, in the form of chores, than they were doing for us. Oh, and our moms weren’t “involved” with us. Oh, happy day! They expected us to figure out our own entertainment, do our own homework, settle our own squabbles, lie in the beds we made, and stew in our own juices. Need I point out that today’s mom is doing nearly all of that for her child, including the stewing?
We were allowed to express our opinions, but they didn’t count for much (and shouldn’t have). And no, we were definitely not allowed to express our feelings freely. Have you ever met someone who expresses his or her feelings freely, without regard for the sensibilities of others? That defines an obnoxious, narcissistic, sociopathic boor.
Finally, I am a proud member of the last generation of American kids who weren’t allowed to have high self-esteem. When a child back then had an outburst of high self-esteem, his parents told him he was acting too big for his britches, which is what high self-esteem is all about anyway – popping one’s britches.
And yet, we were happier. We may have missed the Aquarian train, but I hear it ran off the tracks sometime around 1975 anyway.

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