12th Chronical Old country

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12th Chronical in a never-ending series not on any streaming service, as Netflux, Lulu, Tubby, Bluto, always free.

No LinkedIn & No Internet only the Grapevine.

The old country, and its neighborhoods were my sanctuary they had everything you could need to live & survive in bad times & celebrate the good times when the harvest was plentiful. Everybody knew your business and your name; it had a shoulder to cry on and also to carry your dead. The elders were there for advice and their old connection networks. They knew somebody, who knew somebody, who was related to or was a good friend of somebody to answer your need. All needs were answered but not always fulfilled.

Jobs were found and clung to till your dying day especially for the not so educated, all commands from the boss were completed without moaning, or delay with urgency, whether they were part of your job description or not, there were no unions.

It’s who you knew not what you knew or know, on the job training was essential & would do anything to cling to the job that you were given. Some people had only one job without any change their entire life. Loyalty & honesty were priceless gems in an employe. the boss knew you, your family, where you lived and who referred you.

I still reminisce and visit playground of, my youth, and now it’s the ghetto of my declining years. So, pass on your memories don’t be a stranger or a tourist in your own neighborhoods. As your trapeze thru your old world and inquire about your friends and neighbors and ask them where he is or where have they gone, the deafening answer that nobody wants to hear, “He passed away or they moved to another state and there is no forwarding address.” I personally took my entire family to the neighborhood overseas and even showed where their father and grandfather lived and walked and introduced them to the people who now living in house where I grew up. The new generation must have some kind of context as there were planted in the new world. God bless.

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