Obviously they had to leave otherwise their lives would be at danger but I often think… was it really necessary to leave our heritage and culture behind. Couldn’t we just have kept it wherever we went???? Now do I have to carry this task on reclaiming our heritage for my children? Maybe if they did keep their roots, I wouldn’t have to go through difficulty getting in touch with my culture. My Grandmothers father was said to be a Mughal descendant. I don’t know much about him although I do know there is a sad family story. My grandmothers great grandparents were high class Mughuls in Delhi (1850’s). When the Don’t make me Gibbs slap you vintage shirt Apart from…,I will love this Indian Mutiny took place they ran and fled because the British would kill any Mughul they could find. They hid in mosques and everything and eventually settled in Rawalpindi. They had a son who then unfortunately died in a market shooting rampage at around 21 years old. He died before my grandmothers father was born. Then my great grandfathers mother passed away when he was a young child. We grew up very poor, but living on a dairy farm, we were never lacking for food. A good year for Christmas might mean getting some socks, underwear, an orange a treat, and maybe a toy. Clothes and other practical items were typical gifts. We were lucky to get a birthday cake – no birthday gifts. Hand-me-down clothing was the norm. Nothing was thrown away until it was used, abused, and destroyed. Then my mother would cut it up and use it to make quilts. I remember a time in the 1960s when muscle shirts were in fashion. Three of my older brothers each got one. I wore those hand-me-down shirts for about 5 years, growing out of one size then moving on to the next size. They looked something like this, but not as stylish. As another person commented, we all learned to eat fast because if you wanted a second helping of anything, you better eat what you have quickly and grab the bowl for seconds. In our case, we also had to finish dinner and get out to the barn to milk the cows and do our chores. The sooner you got the work done, the sooner you could do your homework, and then maybe get an hour or two in front of the black and white TV.
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I can’t help but begin my answer by saying there are so many issues facing children today that simply didn’t exist even ten years ago. With so much to fret over, including many fret-worthy issues related to technology, it’s almost confusing to see a question where a parent is concerned about a child’s love for reading. I’m not necessarily going to address your fear that her critical thinking will be affected. I don’t know if you’ve read much fiction yourself, but there tends to be a conflict, and often a resolution. There are plenty of life lessons throughout a novel, even without a happy ending. There is an abundance of problem-solving. You aren’t going to find complex emotional scenarios in a book about photosynthesis. I’m not putting down non-fiction, but…I’m just going to jump into my list of points I’d like to make. Be happy she is reading. Never deny her time to read, nor reading material. I had a TV in my room when I was 8, and it lasted me through college because I never turned it on. However, when my parents wanted to enforce punishment, they had to take my books away; they never succeeded, because I had them hidden all over the Don’t make me Gibbs slap you vintage shirt Apart from…,I will love this house. Fiction taught me how to be a person. That sentence might sound glib, but I believe it. Fiction taught me how to communicate more quickly, efficiently, and creatively than relying on peer interaction ever did. Fiction gave me the tools to problem-solve, to dream, and to have a genuinely more deliberate internal monologue. It affected not only my dealings with others, but with myself. I didn’t curse – at all – until after college, because I prided myself on using my words to describe my feelings. In fifth grade, a friend spread a rumor about me, and I wrote her a letter to tell her how I felt. There is a dark underbelly to being a voracious reader. I didn’t have many friends, because reading ‘The Good Earth’ in first grade doesn’t endear you to your classmates. My words-per-minute and accompanying comprehension was tested in both third and fifth grade, with my fifth-grade teacher calling me inhuman. That letter I mentioned in the above paragraph was given to the school guidance counselor, and I was locked in her office for three hours because I wouldn’t apologize for writing it.