My father was born about three months before the Wright brothers flew the first heavier than air flying machine. Not until he was over sixty years old did he ever live in a house with indoor plumbing. He grew up in southern Gibson county Indiana when it was still pretty much a wilderness. I can still find the spot where the one room school house stood, where he went to school up until half way through the third grade. Half way through the third grade, he quit school to help his father support their family by farming with mules. He told me about raising his first wife's children working from daylight to dark during the Great Depression for 50 Cents per day, while other desperate men stood in line to steal away his job if he ever was tired or sick. After the Great Depression he did farm work and oil field labor for the rest of his life, while he raised me and the other children he had with his second wife my mother.
As a small child, I can remember that, anytime my Dad saw someone acting in an unethical or contemptible manner, he would always advise that we must not be too fast to judge them, because not everyone had had the same advantages we had enjoyed. That was his attitude. I heard him express this for years, before I knew that this vein of thinking had a name in the French language. I was in my mid teens before I discovered this sort of thinking in books, found out it was called noblesse oblige , and that my Dad was indeed a very noble man.
Posted by Ron Nesler from New Harmony Indiana on 03 Oct 2015