...manners. When I was growing up, way back when, manners were a very important part of our upbringing. It was taught in school, there were books about it, articles in magazines and even a Miss Manners column in the newspaper. A "Dear Abby" of the manners world where people would write in and ask questions about how to handle those rowdy relatives or what fork to use for each course.
In our home manners were as important, if not more than, as our religious beliefs. Bad manners simply would not be tolerated...what would the neighbors think after all? Besides the don't talk with your mouth full, and take your hat off in the house, and of course our p's and q's I distinctly remember; "if you can't say something nice don't say anything at all." In our home this seemed to be more of a do as I say not as I do exercise in futility. My mother not being one to censor herself.
The last few days, indeed weeks, have been difficult ones over here. I have been having problems with ongoing health issues and new health issues and to top it off, people in my life who would do well to learn some manners. So, in my effort to not put any more ugliness into the world I am going to shuuush myself and try to remember/focus on these wise words.