quote:I was nine years old when I first met Dad Brown. He was totally illiterate then and could not sign even his name. Two years later however he had learned to write at least his name and could and did sign checks and letters written by someone else for him to sign. Never at any time I knew him did I see Dad Brown read a magazine, a book or a newspaper.
Oh come on. This isn't a testament to the times; there were plenty of working class people in the 1920's who could read. Maybe he was just stupid.
quote:So I started to tell about Elven Brown and ended up by telling about life on his farm. That was no mistake. The farm WAS Elven Brown. He lived and breathed that farm and the cows and hogs and chickens and horses that made it all he had to have to make him and his family comfortable even though he didn’t have a dime in his pocket or couldn’t read. He loved the farm.
Oh yeah sure I bet he just adored that farm...
quote:I am convinced that Elven died because he had no purpose in living any more. He had no weeds to fight or land to plow or trees to graft — so he died.
Or was it that, despite his age, he just began to live...or learned to live...he got wiser, more self-confident, less naive...just before he died? Perhaps we'll never know.
Nothing personal, it probably has something to do with my most recent roommate, and all his pretentious dignity-in-the working-class crap. I see right through him- he's a spineless fruit who hasn't been laid in years. He's a human tool; a mule, nothing less and nothing more. Throw money at him and he'll lick your shoes.
It seems that Plum was not one of my Grandad's biggest fans or perhaps my ability to properly describe Elven Brown's personality was a loser. Thankfully I don't believe that I will lose any sleep over it.
Never tend to read the front page, but logging in manually from a different comp gave me the pleasure of reading oxsan's delightful memories, nice way to wake up, and a reminder of what class occasionally posts here at the Asylum.
Then I read the comments and was reminded of a what a piece of shit plum is, funny old world.
Then why did you read? I'm not going to comment on your 'you'; I'm just going to ask, why bother reading my reply if you had no intention of replying to it? btw, that's the same basic question that I was posing to Oxsan, in the very reply that you wasted your precious time reading...