I recently found an old picture of my grandmother when she was a young woman. The picture was taken in 1932, in the very depth of the Great Depression. She is surrounded by friends, all smiling and in nice dresses. In the background is a nice looking car. My great-grandparents were by no means wealthy –they were farmers – but the overall appearance of the scene is of happiness, or at least contentment. I am still marveling at that thought: how can these people be happy? Isn’t the world crashing down around them?
And I think of our current predicaments, the wounded economy, environmental concerns, strife everywhere. Surely if they found ways to manage during those times, we Continue reading