Sunday, January 1, 2012

A DRUG PROBLEM? Yep! And It Was Wrong!

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In the Vietnam war the casualty rate in little West Virginia was twice that of New York's and Connecticut's and more than two and a half times the rate experienced by those states in Korea.  The Scots-Irish did not merely come to America, they became America, particularly in the South and the Ohio Valley, where their culture overwhelmed the English and German ethnic groups.  The Scot-Irish expected to fight, that was all they had ever known!

They defined the mores of those regions.  A vigorous breed, hardy, assertive, individualistic, thrifty, they ultimately became the American type.  The cowards never started.  the weak died along the way.  Only the strong survived to shape the direction of America.  Loyal to the point of mawkishness, they show up for our wars, haul our goods, grow our food, sweat in our factories and if they turn against you, you are going to be in a fight.  I was taught to fight as a small child.  I taught my sons.

The above article, which is very true and representative of the Scots-Irish thinking, represents the way of life for mine and earlier generations.  It was true for me, my dad his dad and his dad's dad. Thankfully, the family is slowly but surely, improving and changing our ways.

I'll have to admit, I wasn't ever DRUG to the woodshed.  Dad never bothered.  Sorry to say, neither did I.  The belt, razor strap or a keen switch was applied immediately, on the spot for any infraction of the families rules.  No such thing as "wait til I get you home".  There was no "wait".  Punishment was immediate, severe and on the spot!
This attitute about harsh punishment came from ignorance, in my opinion.  When the Scots-Irish came to America, they did not stay in the coastal cities where education was to be had.  They moved to the hills and hollows of Appalachia.  From there, they migrated to the Ohio valley, to the South and eventually across the nation.

When my great grandfather, Indovan Pierce, applied for his disabled vet's pension after the civil war, he couldn't even sign his name.  He was not an exception.  Thirteen men witnessed his being wounded.  None of the thirteen could sign their names either.  They all made their "X" mark.

Mom went to the third grade, Dad to the eighth.  I am the first of my extended family to graduate from high school.  All my children are college graduates, all pursued graduate degrees.  My oldest son is even now working on a second master's degree.  They are all professionals married to professionals.
My children broke with the tradition of harsh punishment.  Their children did even more so.  None of my children, grandchildren or great grandchildren smoke or use drugs.  Except for the two youngest, all are college graduates, some with or after master's degrees.  They are all one could hope for in a family.  I am proud of my Irish heiritage but I deeply regret my "DRUG" attitude as mentioned in the above letter.

God Bless You and Yours


(Thanks Dottie)

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