Get out of the house. On the farm 1950

Early in my married life, my father admonished me to "get of of the house."  It was not so much an order as instruction.  There might have been something that needed attention that was worrying him but I believe not.  There was a larger and more profound reason for saying this and one he could not explain very clearly on that particular day.  He was not a man to spend much time explaining the why's and the where for's of anything.  I learned by observation.  He expected this and in later years, it came to me that I learned about everything I knew from observation.  This even caused me ill feelings directed at me by several shop foreman where I worked on occasions.  I saw how the work was done then ignored this young newly made bosses and did the work.  No questions, just do it.  Bosses like to boss.  I have never needed anyone to see that I got to work and kept at it.  My shop experience was never a bright spot in my life.  For me or the bosses.

Pop meant that mans work was somewhere out in the world.  A goal, a dream not overly tied to home and  hearth but separately and different from that of woman's.  And so it is.  Present social ills, I believe, comes from men and women, as parents in particular and members of society in general, not playing their natural roles. (In 1993 this is not acceptable philosophy.)