Why? In the slow cooker Legacy

Yes this new recipe for Why? is in the slow cooker and it will be delicious. have patience.

Well, why do we need a legacy? Why do we want to leave something behind? To begin, we are are part of a legacy. The legacy of the Greeks, democracy; the Romans, law; England and the Glorious Revolution of 1688(go ahead and Google); The American Revolution; The Civil War, the New Deal; the defeat of the Axis; I love Harry Truman; the Promise of Kennedy; walking on the moon; the Great Communicator(figure it out); the civil rights movement; 9-11; on and on. It is a great legacy of freedom and the struggle to achieve it and keep it. With that legacy that was forged in many cases in blood comes an awesome responsibility - to maintain it for the following generations. Legacy has to be taught, learned and appreciated. So in the end we cannot and should not leave behind what was. The value of that legacy in incalculable.

why? this blog

well in truth, with a basis in survival instinct, I am sort of forced to think I am somewhat interesting, have a bit of insight and some wisdom. I challenge you to read it all and you will learn something. I do appreciate my mind and I know I may lose some or all of it someday. No matter, I am glad to have had life, some experiences wonderful some horrible, but life is what we make of it and I remind you you may beat me,but I am not beaten. I cannot be defeated or beaten by anything or anyone. I will never,ever give in or give up. Even in death I am not defeated.

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Why me?

Well this is an age old question. I'm sorry to say but it may be construed a sort of whining. Let us see if true in my case. When I was 4 years and 7 months old, my father(age 38) was killed in a head on collision between two trains. How could that happen you ask? It occurred in late January of 1945 at 2 A.M. in morning in Eastern Colorado. Human error caused the train collision. They were traveling at high speed around a curve. My father was in the front engine. He jumped and was crushed by a rail car. I remember a white, unopened casket. My father had been a grade school Principal and a Boy Scout Master. He went to the railroad in 1944. He wanted to be of greater value in the war effort. The white casket says a lot.

My poor mother was left to raise 3 children by herself. She worked at two jobs. When I reached age 18, she uprooted us all so I could go to college. I do remember my mother saying that the railroad gave my her a $3000 death benefit(probably about $60000 in today's money). In my mind that was a crime. In any case my mother raised three children by herself. She was a great women and I give thanks.