In the early years of the youthful American society men and women had clear cut roles, everybody knew their boundaries, and what was expected of one another. They knew who would stand watch over the children, and the children was fine with that daily arrangement, as long as someone baked a few cookies drank milk and bonded with them. They understood the ancient mysteries of nature, someone had to watch over the cubs while someone hunted. There was a regal air of respect for one another, a respect for the natural duties of their mates
I don't know, but back then things seemed so much simpler, just a swallow of old fashion clean water from a water fountain brings back so many memories of just how much better off we were as a society. There were some pristine times back then, I recall when mama and grandma canned tomatoes, pickled cucumbers, and made jam, they were extraordinary cooks. We would line up every night at the kitchen door waiting for permission to enter mama's mess hall in great expectation of the wonderful delicious meals she would concoct. Heavenly aromas circulated throughout the house just around six o clock every evening, and boy no body had to ever make a second call to munch one of Mama's meals. Another detached memory that stayed way in the back of my head, it was one of those latent thoughts that didn't seem to have any relevance at the time, such memories have a way of creeping up on me. I remember how mama use to keep such a sparkling clean house, it was as though you were living in a casle in wonderland, everyone admired it so; mama received so many compliments about how well she'd kept her home. It was really a special place, I never contemplated until now how she managed it all; she made our home a real joyous experience for the entire family, our home was the place to be.
We had a swell dog too, his name was Duke. Old dog Duke use to delivered the mail from the postman, who stood every morning at the mail box in front of the house. He never placed any mail in the mailbox, he just stood there next to the box and patiently waited for Duke. Duke was a keen family pet dog, he would give the postman any letters, or packages to be mailed, and bring back mail that was for the family. Our Duke picked up everything for us, he'd get the milk bottles, newspapers, even brought in the empty garbage cans after the sanitation truck dump them clean. Dad taught Duke to catch fish and open doors with his teeth, but the best part was watching him chase raccoons in the woods.
Dad worked many hours to support the family, mama instructed us not to make so many demands on papa when he comes home. My father was a powerful man with very powerful features, all the kids in the neighborhood knew and loved him, I guess it was because he made time for everyone, I remember one summer he organized a summer hiking club, all the kids went with their fathers. Everybody had hiking equipment, tents, fishing rods, medical kits, flash lights, food, man just preparing for the trip was so exciting. Dad was always fixing things around the house and he would always invite helpers and we were certainly happy to oblige him , he would always reward us if we learned how to do it on our own. In circumspect Dad was a great mentalist or psychologist, I never asked him how he foretold and knew so much, but he could tell you what you were thinking before you told him. I had always thought him to be a magician or something. Everybody loved our Dad, but no one loved him more than I. Every night I would wait up in the vestibule for him to come home, I had to sneak tippy toed so Mama didn't hear me. Of course I was suppose to be in bed sleeping, but I suspect she knew I was there waiting for him. She had caught me standing there in my pajamas on so many occasions. Although I don't think she knew I saw her watching me from the kitchen cupboard, she never let on, nor did I. Everything was perfect, even the chores that we did as children was fun, we never complained about work, I guess it was because our parents was always doing something, every thing they did they seem to enjoy , like it was an exercise of pride or something. All of us developed those same work ethics, and personal pride as adults, all nineteen of us.