Things Change
I enjoy research for writing. It isn't easy getting everything sorted and into the correct box with research.
Old Fuzzy and Young Fuzzy here after a day of volunteer work at Living History Farms (in Des Moines, Iowa). Any guesses as to what their occupations were at the farm?
History and facts. The problem is that the facts of history can and often are manipulated to fit whoever is manipulating them. As we were told several years ago by a person involved in research—'You show me the money, and I can produce the research to prove whatever you want.'
That is like fuel to the fire of someone like me who has a natural tendency to doubt the experts out there. And in all honesty, it doesn't make any difference what side is speaking.
A month ago in perusing Facebook a friendly organic foods site shared a picture and an article. The picture was of people completely covered with a jumpsuit and breathing apparatus face mask using backpack sprayers in what appeared to be a field of grass.
The article was about glyphosate abuse. Did the picture support the article? No. Nowhere did it explain what the picture was about. I asked in the comments what the picture was showing.
The answer was 'read the article'. Which I had already done, but as another comment pointed out, it could have been workers spraying 'Maxi Crop', which is a harmless seaweed fertilizer.
I get it. I support organic and non-GMO, but I also like truth. My pictures that I use are supposed to be non-copyright pictures. Most of the time they illustrate something to me, but I don't use them to prove my point.
Back to the why have I chosen to do things the way I have. In observation, the way things are going, the way society is working today is producing (and has produced) disconnected generations.
I was at least a generation before the things that are happening and have happened. My mother, a single parent. My sister and I were latch-key kids before it was popular. I identified with Gandalf standing between the fellowship of the ring and the Balrog: 'You cannot pass.' Not with my family. The disconnect stops here.
In the scriptures we are told, "Seek ye the old paths.".
That is exactly what I set out to do.
Isaiah 58:11 "And the LORD shall guide thee continually, and satisfy thy soul in drought, and make fat thy bones: and thou shalt be like a watered garden, and like a spring of water, whose waters fail not. 12) And they that shall be of thee shall build the old waste places: thou shalt raise up the foundations of many generations; and thou shalt be called, The repairer of the breach, The restorer of paths to dwell in."
