Interesting article and perspective on those seniors. It stuck me at how different those times were and how seniors had completely different experiences.
My grandmother was born in 1917 in a former slave town in swamp Mississippi on the Delta. When I asked her about the depression she said “we were already poor as mud, and as dark as Adam. Couldn’t get no worse.” When I asked my grandfather about World War 2 he said “I can be a porter or a cook just a well back here and make better money. I’m not going to go fight them Nazis when the white man here isn’t much better.”
It helped me understand why they chose to come North during the last migration and to understand why my parents became so politically active. In the new world of the Civil Rights Era, my parents and all of my aunts and uncles had more options for education. The stories they tell me ; and what I experienced going to the same school district 20 years later, really paint a story of progress and perspective.
What I like about your article is that your exes dad; Henry, was willing to embrace a diverging opinion and challenge those ideals. I see the same thing in my grandparents and many of the deacons, and mothers I grew up with at church. Wanting a better life and strong society but also happy and thankful that their children, and children’s children will never have to know the indignity and misery of life in America when they were younger as part of “The Greatest Generation.”