TO THE EDITOR: Chinese or Spanish: Oh dear!
Which tongue shall I study this year?
The former will own us,
(A heartbreaking onus!),
And the latter are already here.
LEON S. HARDING
Hiding from past
TO THE EDITOR: Is there a reason we “hide” from past until we’re old?
I grew up in Ellenburg, went to Ellenburg Central (not NACS); our mascot was an eagle. I graduated in 1964, went to college and for some reason, I lost or “cut” all contact with my past. I didn’t care and neither did any of my classmates to continue even a remote contact. I’ve been back to the school once, to watch my nephews play baseball.
Obviously, we weren’t a close class nor was Ellenburg a close community. There were farmers and the others. It isn’t as if we who lived on farms didn’t know we were the second-class citizens of Ellenburg.
At the same time, we, the children of farmers, also knew Ellenburg had no reason to exist except for farmers. I would like to point out that when I was in school, there was a cattle auction barn (Neverettes), three cattle-feed stores, three farm-machinery dealers, a milk plant, three car dealerships, three grocery stores, a sporting-goods store (now the Ellenburg Inn), department store, two restaurants/taverns in Ellenburg and one in Ellenburg Center. Even Churubusco had a grocery store and restaurant/tavern.
We also knew there was a wide world in front of us that did not include Ellenburg or David, Gail, Edgar (Jerry), Bill, Bonnie, Cindy, Diane. Joe, Judy, Linda. Marilda, Patsy, Phyllis and 13 others whose names I can’t even remember. Sad, isn’t it?
Maybe there is a reason we hide from our past. We don’t belong. Or don’t want to belong. Or maybe we simply try to hide from our past until we’re old and realize that we miss our past.