7 December 2005
Sixty-four years, post-infamy
Most of us who grew up in the 1950s, didn't know our parents were The Greatest Generation. We just wished they'd quit harping about growing up in the Depression. ("When I was your age, we walked ten miles to school in the snow...")
Those two subjects, The War and The Depression, gave our parents enormous moral authority, as well as a boundless supply of instructive stories at the dinner table.
We didn't appreciate it much at the time. Now that so many of the old folks are going or gone, we do.
I'm a few years younger than Doc just a few but I know just what he means.
As a member of the Largest Generation, I didn't have as much riding on my shoulders, but I have the satisfaction of knowing I put forth some effort of my own.
(Revised a couple of times.)