Thursday, December 31, 2009

Hope is a thing that perches in the soul

Well, it is a new year in Europe; 3:30pm in So. Oregon. Rainy, cool, snow on the way. It brings the Norwegian out in me. A hundred and sixty years ago my forefathers arrived filled with hope and certainly trepidation. They had what it takes like the fellow looking for a bathing spot below. He looks just like my dad and I can hear him saying 'karumba, its cold".

Smiling, comfy, and warm is Grace Katherine, six months old and a seventh generation Overland. Each generation enjoyed a better education, living standard, and world view. They stood up in WWI, the great depression, WWII, stood down the threat of communism, linked arms with like minded citizens and got the world back on course. The doomsday handwringers of today remind me of the crybaby-bedwetters of my gradeschool years. No hope, no vision, no problem solving attributes. Enough! Take stock of what generations before us have sacrificed and built up for us and the two generations behind us. They are up to the task and will unravel the misdeeds of our generation and get the ship of state back on course. Watching Grace and her brother Jack grow and face each new day with delight fans that ember of hope that burns brightly in my soul. The pessimists of today are missing a healthy dose of children.

I am doing well, just irritated(incase you didn't notice) about the low level of discourse present in our media. I continue with chemotherapy, grumble about it while thanking the scientists who developed the treatment as it is giving me the opportunity to still get irritated now and then.


Hope you all have a great New Year. Come visit us. Eric
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