'Murica..
Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2019 10:11 am
1969 was a great year for America, probably it's epoch for all its citizens.
Man on the moon and woodstock, where if you know the whole story, JC's feeding of the 5000 pailed into insignificance, as the locals fed over 350,000 festival goers and people there cooked and distributed all the food.
One night an old man came to our old farmhouse in the Dales and was seeking shelter, so my mum said he could stay in the barn where he could be out of the elements. Looking back, my dad was away that night and she was alone with 3 very young children, so in effect all we had was the barn. It was small warm and dry and quite cozy..
Later I took out a try of food for him and a flask and a few shillings on a tray, I went out and took it to him, I was about 5 back then. We chatted for a while then left.
Next morning I went out to see if he wanted anything else, but he was gone, so was the food and drink, but he had left the money on the tray. I often wondered what happened to him and if he was OK.
We can all do our bit when the situation presents itself to us in the real world, face to face so to speak.
My mum said he was a tramp, something I did not quite understand back then, but later when asked what I wanted to be when I grew up I said. "A tramp " Much to the dismay of my parents...
Anyway, here is one of America's greatest exports.. Supertramp, Great song, Great Album..
See what I did there ?
Man on the moon and woodstock, where if you know the whole story, JC's feeding of the 5000 pailed into insignificance, as the locals fed over 350,000 festival goers and people there cooked and distributed all the food.
One night an old man came to our old farmhouse in the Dales and was seeking shelter, so my mum said he could stay in the barn where he could be out of the elements. Looking back, my dad was away that night and she was alone with 3 very young children, so in effect all we had was the barn. It was small warm and dry and quite cozy..
Later I took out a try of food for him and a flask and a few shillings on a tray, I went out and took it to him, I was about 5 back then. We chatted for a while then left.
Next morning I went out to see if he wanted anything else, but he was gone, so was the food and drink, but he had left the money on the tray. I often wondered what happened to him and if he was OK.
We can all do our bit when the situation presents itself to us in the real world, face to face so to speak.
My mum said he was a tramp, something I did not quite understand back then, but later when asked what I wanted to be when I grew up I said. "A tramp " Much to the dismay of my parents...
Anyway, here is one of America's greatest exports.. Supertramp, Great song, Great Album..
See what I did there ?
