I sometimes run a story written by others. I recently ran across a poem my Dad wrote in 1981. Dad would have turned 60 that year. Though Dad’s been gone nearly 20 years now, as I read the words he wrote 43 years ago, it seemed to fit today.
Dad left a lot of writings and perspectives for my brothers and me. I was glad to find this one and put it out there for others.
Dad’s Ole’ Razor Strap
When I was just a boy at home, I was full of tricks.
I did some things that were really wild, that’s how I got my kicks.
But there’s one thing I am telling you, that kept me looking back.
High upon that kitchen wall, hung Dad’s ole razor strap.
I still can see that razor strap, and when my dad would take
it from its place up on the wall and say, “You come here, Jake.”
The lighting flashed, the thunder rolled, and all the sky turned black,
When my Dad got hold of me with that ole razor strap.
Well our country is in a mess today, our land is filled with crime.
There is something we have got to do, we’re running out of time.
They talk about the electric chair and “bring the gallows back.”
But I think all we need is men like my Dad and that ole razor strap.
Jack Chinn. July 18th, 1981
Think About it
We are 80 years into parents raising their families influenced by Dr. Spock (1903-1998). Spock sold over 50 million books in his lifetime and travelled and spoke often. In 1962 a reporter asked him if it worried him that (at the time), over 15 million people were raising their children based on his influence. He exclaimed, “This has scared the bejeers out of me on many occasions. I have always been afraid I would hear that a child died because of something I wrote.”
Spock was afraid of the wrong thing. Our entire culture has been severely damaged by his Freudian influence of leading our nation against corporal punishment and for homosexuality, abortion, cannabis use and a socialist government model.
We’ve slipped further into deterioration since Dad’s observances in 1981. It happened one home and small circles at a time. We must recover one home and small circles at a time.
Thanks Dad (and Grandpa).
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