My Grandfathers BootsA Story by ShadowWolfBeing sef-sufficent.
Spring and summer evenings, after supper my grandfather would go out to the long covered porch at the end of the house and sit in his big rocking chair. There were an even dozen rocking chairs, his and Mamaws which sat in the center of the porch, and ten more for any other adults who happened to be there. Grandkids always sat on the concrete porch floor unless there weren’t enough adults to fill the other chairs. Each of those rockers was made of wood that had come from the trees, oak, hickory, persimmon, pine, that had been cut from the hillside to make way for our two houses.
The first rocker he had made was for Mamaw, a smaller-sized chair because she was a small woman, made of hickory because he said “she might be a little woman but she’s tougher than hickory” with three sunflowers lovingly carved into the head piece. Then he made his, much bigger for he was a big man, well over six foot six and nearly two hundred eighty pounds. His chair was made out of white oak because, he said “that’s about the only wood strong enough to hold me up.”
First thing he would do after sitting down would be to loosed the laces of those old Wolverine boots and push each one off with the opposite foot. Funny thing was that those were the only kind of boots he would wear. I can still hear him say “why change something that works.” I remember how big they seemed. I wasn’t a big kid at ten but I could stand with both feet in one boot and Mamaw would laugh and tell me “you have a long way to go before you can ever fill those boots.”
One spring evening, we were sitting on the porch when an old truck pulled into the gravel drive that wound up the hillside to the house. It wasn’t unusual for someone to stop by just to chat for a while but this particular truck belonged to the minister of the little Baptist church a long mile down the road and it was unusual for him to come by. Mamaw went to church every Sunday dragging me along but Papaw refused to go, which a story itself. The truck stopped at the end of the drive and the minister got out.
“Evening” he said as he stepped up on the porch.
Papaw didn’t have much use for the man but was, at least, polite and acknowledged the greeting.
“Mother’ll be out in a few minutes, Reverend.” (Papaw always called Mamaw “Mother”.)
“Well, I came by to talk with you about something” said Rev. Mynatt. “One of our brothers needs a hand and I thought maybe you would help us out. I’ve already talked with a couple of others and they’ve said they’d help out.”
“What sort of help are you talkin’ about?”
“Ray Jenkins, down the road is havin’ a bit of trouble this spring gettin’ started……”
“You mean he was too lazy to work his own fields?” Papaw asked. He didn’t think too much of Ray Jenkins because the man was lazy and always asking for help. He seemed to expect that everyone would help him out whenever things got behind or he needed something. Too, it was common knowledge that he had a still back in the woods and drank most of what he made so most of the time he was drunk.
“Now we all have our faults and problems, and it’s only right to lend a hand” Rev. Mynatt said.
“Reverend, I’ll gladly help any man that’s makin’ the effort to help himself but Jenkins don’t make any effort to take care of his own family. If it wasn’t for the church his wife and those seven kids wouldn’t have food to eat or even clothes to wear.”
Few things could make Papaw angry but this was one of those things…people who expected others to bail them out. He believed that if a person wanted something that he should work for it, earn it themselves.
“As long as I have known that man, he has always depended on neighbors and the church to do what he’s too lazy to do. He’s learned that everyone will step in and help so why should he do for himself? No sir! That man needs to get a hold of those bootstraps and pull his own self up!”
The Rev. Mynatt knew once Papaw spoke there was nothing else he could say or do to persuade him so he left.
I had sat there and listened but there was one thing that puzzled me, something I didn’t understand.
“Papaw, what are bootstraps?” I asked.
Chuckling, he leaned down and picked up one of his old boots by the loop at the top of the back, “this is a bootstrap” he said holding it up so I could see in the dim light of dusk.
“But what did you mean by Mr. Jenkins ‘pullin’ him self up by his bootstraps’?” I asked.
“That’s an old expression, a metaphor. It means helping yourself without having or expecting anybody help you. It was that ethic that built this country, people doing things for themselves, being self-sufficent.”
“It’s like that bird house you asked me to make and I said no. I showed you how but I didn’t do it for you and you learned how to cut boards and measure and nail, didn’t you?” He asked. “If I had done it for you then you wouldn’t have learned anything.”
“It’s like that proverb Mother uses ‘Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.’ If that man learns to do things for himself, he don’t come lookin’ for others to catch fish for him.”
“Jenkins has to learn to do for him self, but he won’t learn if people keep helpin’ him. People been doin’ for him so long now he knows he don’t have to do for him self any more. Man’s got to stand on his own two feet and make things better for him self. Sure does make a man feel good about his self knowin’ he did it on his own.”
For Papaw and so many others who came to this country with nothing more than the clothes they wore it was a matter of pride. They saw the opportunities in this country and they used their own initiative, took advantage of those opportunities to build better lives on their own without help from anyone or the government.
Today there are so many opportunities available but those opportunities now begin with education. Education in this country is free until the college level and even then there are many, many assistance programs available. It is still a simple matter of taking advantage of those opportunities.
Which brings me to something I heard Obama talk about during the Democratic convention, he spoke about “fairness” and “the need to do more” for the American people. He wants to raise the taxes for those people who have incomes over a certain figure and he has plans to taxes businesses at a higher rate because they make too much profit. Isn’t that the purpose of a business?
So what he is saying that for those people who have used their own initiative to make better lives and those companies whose are in business to make a profit, he wants to take the fruits of their labor and give it to those people like Jenkins, people who have learned that they can live off the many government programs. What Obama is literally saying is that he wants to redistribute the wealth of this nation which is nothing more than the central idea to a socialist/communist society.
Bootstraps? Yes, time for folks to grab hold of their own bootstraps and start pulling themselves up, because those of us that have been footing the bill for so many years are fed up.
No more taxes!
No more bloated, inefficient government!
No more idiots in Congress ignoring We the People!
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