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The Fifties was not a time of tolerance toward people who were "different". One little man who hung around downtown all day, wore haphazardly smeared lipstick and dressed in a strange manner. He had a smile for everyone and children were not afraid when he followed them from store to store. Someone in the community felt differently since he was forced to leave town. |
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Wednesday, November 30, 2011
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Hi Joelle, Avril and I are presently looking back through this blog and enjoying the posts one by one.
ReplyDeleteI feel for the poor man. On the other hand, "Penn State" a case in point.
ReplyDeleteWe have a young man who wanders our street. A result of a brain injury from what we do not know. He seems harmless. Sometimes he comes out of his mental conversations to say "hi;" sometimes not.
The Fifties was an era of contradictions - family and home came first, but feelings for others were not necessarily included. A few future collages will relate to serious issues of the Fifties and are meant only as illustrations of the time. I have been slow to publish them.
ReplyDeleteThank you both for commenting.