Welcome to European Tribune. It's gone a bit quiet around here these days, but it's still going.
They both like being here, and their respective schools very much. They miss their friends- and even their enemies, in  Marcelles' case, but one must remember that Paris is all Marcelle has ever known. A good reason for a wider view. As well,
I'm also very curious as to the sources of opinion here- the world view of smaller cities/larger towns. Are they a political counterweight to Paris? Are they ideologically independent of the Paris media noise machine? To what degree are opinions here influenced by the authoritarian needs that come with being human? (More to some than to others)
What do working people read here?
The dockmaster is a fascinating guy.
More by e-mail if you are interested.  

Capitalism searches out the darkest corners of human potential, and mainlines them.
by geezer in Paris (risico at wanadoo(flypoop)fr) on Fri Sep 30th, 2011 at 01:00:04 AM EST
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I had no real memory of any big city when, at age 4, my family moved to Whizbang, Oklahoma, on the prairie. In late '46 or early '47, though I had been born and lived the first three years of my life in Houston, Texas, where my mother had moved during WW II to be with family and to work. My parents were both from Dewey County, Oklahoma and my father found work with Phillips Petroleum after the war.

I believe that it was an advantage for me to have lived my childhood in a rural/small town environment. It allowed me routine contact with nature, soiled as it was in the oil patch. We took vacations to Houston and Brownsville, Texas in the early '50s to visit my mother's family and in both cases my cousins lived within walking distance of the countryside, the piney woods in the case of Houston.

One of those trips I spent time with my Aunt Goldie who had an apartment near downtown Houston. I recall walking through downtown Houston and seeing tall buildings for the first time. My aunt said: "Don't look up, they will think you are from the country." I responded: "But I am from the country, Aunt Goldie." I was 8 and took the train back to Oklahoma alone while my mother stayed in Houston to help care for her mother, who had suffered severe burns a couple of years earlier and who had just been flown down to spend time with another of her daughters.

Later I recall asking my father why he had moved us to the country. He responded: "You will appreciate it when you are older." Was he ever right.

"It is not necessary to have hope in order to persevere."

by ARGeezer (ARGeezer a in a circle eurotrib daught com) on Fri Sep 30th, 2011 at 11:47:14 AM EST
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Thanks, Geez. Interesting. I also had a rural background in some ways- my father taught history at a high school in a suburb of Columbus, Ohio but we lived on ten acres outside Worthington, Ohio, which we leased out and farmed ourselves. But the decline in Ohio farming was striking at the time. Friends who successfully farmed 350 family acres one year were reduced to farming their own land as tenant farmers to the new agribusiness owners, a few years later- with a reduction of income of about half. Serfdom. Angry serfdom. So we left, moved into town for good.
But I remember with affection my friends on the surrounding farms before the hard times came, and they changed.

I've always thought of myself as a city boy, and with pride. Then I sailed away, and my perspective began to change. It seemed that people all over the world with a connection of some sort to the land maintained a healthier outlook, were more open, easier to coexist with. I'm still a city kid- I don't see myself involved in a back-to-the-land scenario, though I can see it's merits. But the girls did not prosper in Paris. Still thinking on that fact.

Capitalism searches out the darkest corners of human potential, and mainlines them.

by geezer in Paris (risico at wanadoo(flypoop)fr) on Mon Oct 3rd, 2011 at 12:07:09 AM EST
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