Here's something that I wonder about sometimes. Being a child in the 40s was so much different than being a child now. Maybe not better, maybe not worse, just a lot different. My dad had just come home from the war, I didn't know who he was, just an intruder. That kind of start made a complete difference in his and my relationship forever, always at arm's length. I suppose he felt that I was an intruder, too, because he hardly knew me. I don't think there was much as far as child protection agencies then, people just turned the other way if a child was severely punished. I had angels in my life though, God's angels and my grandma and grandpa. Now I see children being the center of the universe and everything is about the child and "put children first!". And I wonder how it could have shifted so drastically. Diane
