Written July 28, 2023 For Contest, “Put Yourself In Their Shoes” Sponsor, Eve Roper
How times were different so long ago, when pure survival dominated life. No extra frills to fill long hours- bestow enjoyment- mostly work to ease our strife. We girls, mid-afternoon, when school was done, might go to fields to gather wheat for bread- not going to a park and having fun like city girls, who walk with friends instead. We'd go back home- arms holding chaffs of wheat- begin the process- thresh, winnow, and grind; roll out and bake before we'd earn to eat- unlike in towns where bread for sale you'd find. But, happiness was ours in modest ways; survival of the family- the goal. Fulfillment and achievement ruled those days- not happiness for self, but for the whole.
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