David writes of having lived in a separate apartment within the family home
from an early age. When I read that, I thought of a Jane Eyre.
David wasn't the mad woman in the attic but he seems to have
been the ignored child in his room.
No, not quite; somewhat.
We moved to Arizona when I was 8 years and 1 day old.
My family purchased several businesses there, to whose
administration thay devoted long portions of most days,
6 days a week, returning home c.9 PM + or - . I ofen
hung around with friends of my age, my nabors.
We lived in a good, quiet naborhood, within which I never knew
of any crime and to which the police never arrived with sirens
during the 5 years that we lived there. Regardless of that,
there was a period of a few weeks duration, when I felt uneasy
home alone, qua how I 'd defend the place, if that ever became
necessary, which, indeed never became necessary. I had nothing
better than a long kitchen knife for self-defense, nor home defense.
Hence, I will concede
a brief period of the paranoia of which u r so
fond of alleging in your posts. Guns were freely abundant in our
environment, possessed by almost everyone. When I acquired a
small framed .38 revolver, I felt a sense of tranquility
anyone knocked down the front door or broke in thru a window,
I 'd have something with which to fight back. Paranoia ended
I brought it with me everywhere and I worked out with it;
we enjoyed gunnery practice. Its fun, shooting at a variety of
targets. With the passage of time, I added to my gun collection,
including a .30 caliber M-1 Carbine with 30 round magazines,
for supplementary home defense, kept in a closet.
My next door nabor was a captain in the National Guard who
brought his son and some of us to a military installation
for gunnery practice (wide variety of weapons), which we all loved
Anyway, Plain, I did not feel "ignored"
That never occurred to me and once I had some guns, I felt secure.
The "separate apartment" to which u referred was in one of our houses upon our return to NY
from Arizona, when I was 13. I enjoyed long periods of argument of political ideology
with my mother, who was a Roosevelt liberal in her views, as was my father.
I never approved of Roosevelt.
I believed in laissez faire
After years of debate, I convinced both of them to vote for Barry Goldwater for President.
(By co-incidence, Plain, I mentioned this personal history to a good friend of mine, my former
law partner, office manager, Elliot, who had a similar experience in that his parents owned
a bakery in NY, whose operation consumed their daily hours, such that he had personal freedom too,
alone in their apartment, after school every day. He told me that thay sold the bakery,
such as to bring his parents into closer contact with him, and he resented such interferences
in his personal life that resulted therefrom.)
A dear friend, who is now deceased, suffered from childhood schizophrenia and from rheumatoid arthritis. When his mother had had enough of him, she would lock him in the closet. Into his 60s, he still dealt with her treatment of him. Her abuse continued into his adult years. She rejected her daughter-in-law and grandson as well.
Thank u for your concern, Plain.
My mother and I saw "eye-to-eye"; we had a superb rapport.
I deemed it far superior to the parental relations of other
families that I observed, with occasional efforts to intimidate the kids.
My mother joined me, in my apartment, on a daily basis because I deeply respected
my mother's ability to reason. She was my counsellor, of whose opinion, I cared a lot
We had continual discussion, readings, and watched TV together for many years
in this apartment of the house, which I continue to occupy, having everything ideal
exactly the way I want it. (Incidentally, Plain, "warm" is not
60 ˚F. Warm is 84˚F.
It is no wonder that David has mistaken notions of freedom
and a misunderstanding of government.
The relationship between government and the citizen is one of adversity
wherein domestic jurisdiction is INVERSELY PROPORTIONAL
to personal freedom,
as the Founders of this Republic understood.
In common with myself, and with my ex-law partner, Elliot, the American Republic began
from a period of "Salutary Neglect" from the English. From self-reliance, we got used to
making our own choices and exercising our own freedom.
We got used to freedom, and learned its value, as did Elliot and I.