Lucimay wrote:i didn't read the rest of the posts in this thread after i came across this statement:
Rawedge Rrim wrote:In the moral sense, we are definately obligated to care for the people who raised us, with at least the level of care shown by the parents; to do otherwise is the height of selfishness.
that lets ME off the friggin hook then. or wait. maybe i should move in with each of them for six months of the year each (they're divorced) and bring my husband and we could fight and knock each other around and yell and scream and if they need help with say...their taxes (mother's not very good at math) i could yell at them when they get confused and confuse them further, and i could make them eat hot dogs while i broil myself and my husband a steak, and i could refuse to drive them anywhere they need to go and make them walk, and i could hole myself up in the basement and get drunk and raise hell, oh yeah!!! i could have parties when they're trying to sleep, and i'm sure my husband wouldn't mind beating me up once a week just to make my parents feel helpless and make them nervous wrecks!!! yeah and i'd have to take my dad's dog away from him too cause i'm sure he doesn't know how to take care of him properly. oh yeah...there's LOTS of things i could do to give my parents the level of care they gave me. and i could get my two younger brothers in on the action too!! i'm SURE my brothers and i could think of ways to provide them emotional scars to grace their golden years the way they provided them for us in our formative years.

I'm not pickin' at ya, Lucimay. My situation wasn't that bad but wasn't great either. I just wanted to use it as an example of what has prompted me to post!
My maternal grandfather, Clarence, born 1887 - he was the youngest of 7 children and was apparently pawned off on other relatives pretty young. I don't know why yet, I suspect his mother died. He got nothing when his father died, the rest of the children did. At age 30, his life was disrupted when the US became involved in WWI.
It was always suspected that he had a 2nd family. I have now confirmed that. And, it looks like there may have been a 3rd.
My mother and her siblings were shuffled around to different family members alot when they were growing up. She always referred to Clarence as a drunken old fool and wanted nothing to do with him. I remember seeing him twice, both times when he just showed up unannounced. Mom never talked about her mother.
My mother - had only been married a little over 8 months when my brother was born. She always said he was "early" but, was it a "have to" marriage? If she was pregnant when they got married, were they even aware she was pregnant? I'll never know the answer to that one! She was 18 when Terry was born, WWII had ended but Dad was still in England. (I have located a flight roster that shows him returning to the US the day after Terry was born) She was living in Kansas on an Army base. Was she alone when she gave birth? So, there she is, married to an Air Force man which meant frequent moves to lots of places where she had no family and Dad was frequently absent.
About Dad.....never talked about his family much, only his brother Lonnie. Two yound mens lives disrupted by the bombing of Pearl Harbor, one survived, the other did not. Lonnie wanted to be an actor, Dad was ready to enter the University of Oklahoma.
Dad always said there wasn't any family. I have found all kinds of relations that I never heard of! Mom said that Carrie, (Dad's mother) was hateful to her and she didn't approve of either of her son's wives.....
I found an obituary for Lonnie, it makes no mention of Dorothy. Approve of her or not, she was his wife and should have been mentioned! I have to wonder if there had been some kind of major falling out?
Lonnie Sr.....another young life disrupted by WWI.
Young lives disrupted by the Civil War....I have found 3 so far, 2 Confederate, 1 Union. Samuel, my great grandfather (Confederacy) is the only one I have really gotten into much detail yet.....the 1860 census shows he is 22, unable to read or write but he is a literacy student. His personal estate is valued at $3100.00 but he doesn't own slaves. On the 1870 census he is a farmer with a personal estate of $260.00....still unable to read or write. So much for that ambition!
I could go on and on with this......too many young girls marrying old men, too many young widows (or widowers) with young children, too many dead babies!
I'll get to the point. (Finally, you all say!

) Sure I have baggage and scars from my parents, but they had baggage and scars of their own. I'm sure I have inadvertently passed some baggage onto my son....
What do I owe my parents? Especially now that they are both dead? I owe them enough respect to realize that they tried to do the best they could by me, that they were all too incredibly human, that they too were hurt as children. I owe them memory.
What does my son owe me? Pretty much what I owe my parents. He has a picture of my father hanging on the wall in his house.....when he picks Peyton up and carries her over to it, she will blow a kiss and say, "Wuv you, Poppy". Debt paid.
I started doing all of this reasearch in January. Up to then, I would most certainly have echoed Lucimay's sentiments. I might have even agreed with James.......
"Pass the chamber pot on down the line, to be filled up again!" (an appropriate quote from the Tull song, Two Fingers.
Just my opinion.