In Death of a Salesman, Arther Miller’s classic play, Willy Loman cries out, “The woods are burning. I can’t drive a car.”
The words come back to haunt me now years after I played the part of Linda Loman. I’m thinking about the murder of Americans in the Middle East as our flag is burned. I’m thinking of thousands of Americans without jobs. And I wonder what happened to our land of the free and home of the brave, with liberty and justice for all.
And I’m also thinking of my children and grandchildren and pray life will be better for them. As a senior, I’ve seen many changes in our beautiful country, most for the good. The melting pot where my parents came to Ellis Island and made a prosperous life from scratch on their own. A reward for hard work. Everyone pitched in and that’s the way life should be. No slackers.
I remember playing with an empty oatmeal box, a string run through the top and homemade blocks; a piece of chalk on the sidewalk was so much fun as I drew a hopscotch form. Jump rope was another special game. Picture life with no television, all the fancy cell phones and calculators. No credit cards, cash only or save up money before you bought something. We listened to the radio as a family. Simple and a sweet time.
I’m not saying I long for the good old days. Rather my prayers are for happier times, more appreciative children and adults for what they have and above all, let there be peace in our country. We can’t change beliefs of thousands of years in foreign countries but we can get back to American values and the way we were.