For me, it's difficult because I'm on the opposite side of the spectrum from most of my family, high school classmates, etc. Sometimes they post things on facebook that are blatantly false. Like, factually false. I DO try to correct it when I can prove with documentation that it's not right, but some of them are so brainwashed that they can't even absorb historical facts, like changes made to laws or the constitution, etc. Or maybe they just ignore it because they don't like to be wrong. But some of the things are personally offensive because of my own experiences, and then I try to draw parallels to help them see that what they just said applies to me and is not actually true, and then I can illistrate with my own story. But people really are brainwashed sometimes and nothing you say is going to get them to think differently.
Interesting that you heard WWII stories growing up....I mean, I guess I did to an extent, but not from the veterans. My mom's brother was shot in the Battle of the Bulge, but would never talk about the war at all. He came home with PTSD. His doctor recommended getting him a dog because apparently that can help, so they did, and he was never without at dog for the rest of his life. And that's really all I know about his experience, because my mom told me. My mom saved all their ration stamps and such and put them in an album along with some stories that she brought to teach my class about WWII. And she used to talk about the air raid drills, and about the Japanese internment camps that sometimes someone would escape and kids couldn't go out and play because they were out looking for the escapees and would shoot them if they found them, so kids had to stay inside so they didn't accidentally get shot. But I couldn't find any camps anywhere near where she lived, so that is still a mystery to me. Anyway, on the one hand, it's very disturbing, but on the other hand, I would have really liked to hear the stories...I think it's so important not to forget. I'm so interested in that time period, mostly because of my mom's stories and the fact that my uncle refused to talk about it. My parents were both "oopses" and their siblings were more than a decade older than them, so they were small children while their siblings were off in the war. My dad's sister was a nurse and his brother was somewhere in Europe in the Cavalry, I guess, but my dad and his siblings weren't close, so I never heard any of their stories. My mom's other brother wanted desperately to join the army, but he was only 17 and their mom wouldn't give him permission. The war ended before he was old enough. Not too long ago, I went looking for the pictures and letters I have from that era because E is learning about WWII in History class, and I thought her teacher might be interested in the American side of it. I found a clipping from a newspaper about an...Uncle? of my mom's who was missing in action, and I found a letter from him to my grandmother, but he must have been found, because the date I have recorded for his death was well after the war, by decades.
It also didn't help that we had some visitors last night.
But people don't want to hear the truth, so I let it go.
Yoga I can do anytime but not anything that "makes noise" He's a light sleeper when I work out or get things done around the house but sleeps like a rock when it comes to yard work or helping with Can Can
