My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Questioning Wisdom
That something has become a familiar saying (spare the rod, spoil the child) does not mean it has become a good rule, or that it is always true (father knows best). Some things sound better than they are, having acquired more age than veracity (an apple a day keeps the doctor away). Others may be true but I never understood them (feed a cold, starve a fever -- I have tended to feed them both).
Labels:
confusion,
fathers,
life's rules,
wisdom
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