Not like son like father

You can play or fool around with the old cliché like father like son as much as you want to; go ahead and try it by looking around.

 Where I am sitting around way down in the Deepest South now they say it is 40 degrees right now at 2:34 PM on this day of today and getting worse towards 17:00 with a little improvement tomorrow; a recovery and some rain is forecasted for Tuesday.

 It’s a baddy.

 I am digressing and will tell you about the Post of my friend JM; it’s a must read.

 http://jamiemacnab.wordpress.com/2012/02/02/realization/

 Jamie replied in the most beautiful tones on my comment; it would normally have resulted in more comments but then I decided not to clutter his Post up because when I started to compose a reply I remembered the story my other friend old Rip van Winkel told me the other day.  That in turn reminded me of thinking about a certain woman but I decided it was to personal to clutter Jamie’s Post with my story and will tell you Rip’s comment on a similar set of circumstances; first though  I need to tell you what I wanted to ask Jamie, namely that why is it that today’s young people [say, under forty] think an ageing fellow of 72 is old, almost as if they can’t seem to figure that anybody aged 72 must have been 40 at some stage in order to get to 70 …. You got that figured?

 So this is Rip:

 “Another friend about your age, surrounded by two widowed sisters and two widowed sister-in-law, when asked the same question [see above] said to his son soon to reach adulthood [at age 40] if he can leave the ways of adolescence behind.”

 Here I almost digressed again but resisted.  Said ole Rip about his other friend and what he said to his son:

“Well son, he said, I can’t figure what’s eating at your innards but I will tell you this.  Go get a life and the day you have a son of forty come tell me how you two got along through the years …. And may I suggest that you hurry along ‘ecause you will be over eighty before that happens?  Now git and let me attend to my life while you do the same with yours.”

Isn’t it strange?  I realized one day when I was about 25 that I loved my Father but though we had two beautiful years getting to know each other better he died when I was 27; today after 44 years I still miss him and think he was the most wonderful man I ever met.

Life has changed.  We have made progress in many things but I am beginning to doubt whether all progress is good; it half seems as if most of progress today is in the wrong direction.

Maybe I am digressing again and I apologize if you think that I have done so.

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4 Responses to “Not like son like father”

  1. JM Says:

    Well, they do say that youth brings knowledge, and age brings wisdom, don’t they, Ike?

    When I was only a wee lad, I used to dip into a book by Plato. It was called The Trial and Death of Socrates ; it must have made a deep impression on me, though the philosophy generally went over my head. Years later I read another of his books, The Republic. Here he introduced me to marvellous intuition : you cannot actually put knowledge into a person’s head. You can only awaken knowledge that was already there !

    So, we are born with all possible knowledge (but we are not aware of it), and learning is all about awakening that knowledge so that we become aware of it. And that is what schooling should be all about. I think teachers used to know that once upon a time.

    That revelation you had when you were 25 is most precious ; then, you became aware that you loved your father, and that love will never die. Never.

  2. cheechdog Says:

    Ike, I’m very happy to see you back and posting again.

    Young people, male and female, can’t seem to understand, there is nothing new on the earth.

    • Ike Jakson Says:

      Hi Cheech

      Thanks my man. I am changing course a while and hope to stay active but not as it used to be. Even at my age one got to do that when the occasion calls for it.

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