Dear Ann:

I saw this on the Internet (author unknown), and hope you will find space for it in your column. There is a great deal of truth in it.

Barbara in Lawrence, Kan.

I agree. Thanks for sending it on. Here it is:


The paradox of our times is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We buy more, but enjoy it less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time; we have more advanced degrees, but less common sense; more knowledge, but less good judgment; more medicine, but less wellness.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We have higher incomes, but lower morals.

We have been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We've conquered outer space, but inner space is still a mystery to too many of us.

We have cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul; split the atom, but not our prejudices.

We talk too much, love too seldom and hate too often.

These are times of steep profits and shallow relationships; world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure, but less fun; two incomes, and more divorce.

It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom; a time when technology can bring a letter to you in seconds, and you can choose either to make a difference or just hit "delete."

Dear Ann:

I would like to comment on the "how we met" story where the writer said people were amazed that her marriage lasted 50 years. She's assuming that all 50-year marriages are happy. Wrong.

My parents have been married more than 50 years, and my father should get a medal. My mother was in love with a young soldier who was killed in World War II. She then married my father, who was 4-F. He was a very decent man--didn't drink or smoke, and I'm sure he never cheated on her. He worked 40 years for the same company, then, went into business for himself and did well.

You'd think she would appreciate such a man, but my mother has an unbelievably abusive mouth. I looked like a brother she couldn't stand, and paid for it for years. I guess my father's rationale has been he made his bed, and now, he has to lie in it. He has always let Mom have her way. The closest thing to a complaint I ever heard from him was a few years ago, when he said he would not remarry if my mother died first, and added, "She can be a little domineering, you know."

I only hope someday my mother will realize how lucky she was to have found my father. Very few people would have put up with her for 50 minutes, let alone 50 years.

L.R., Kansas City

You don't indicate whether you are a male or a female. I'm betting you're a guy. Thanks for a letter that is sure to hit many readers where they live.

Gem of the Day (Credit R.D.L., Faithful Reader of 40-Plus Years): Nothing annoys a woman more than to have friends drop in unexpectedly and find the house looking like it usually does.

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