Grandma Moses painted this… God bless her
There are, of course, things in the past, in my own life and in the world around me, that shame and horrify me when I think of them. But it’s not for those that I write “Memory Lane.”
But there is also an embarrassing wealth of good, wholesome, sane and sweet things to remember, and those are the things I choose to write about.
We have to remember them! Because they are the proof that we don’t have to be content with the dreck that passes for “the way things are” today. Proof that we can do so much better than this.
We must never, never, never settle for “the way things are.”