Wednesday, May 13, 2015

I Grew Up Wealthy. Did You Know?

I'll bet you didn't know I grew up rich.  It's not something I brag about, and anyway - it's not as if my wealth had anything to do with my father's salary. 

Here's the truth of it:  I am a bona fide baby boomer. One who spent my childhood fashioning cardboard dollhouses, taking my protesting puppy for rides in a doll carriage, and spending hours crafting my own paper dolls.  I knew the wealth of not having technology to think and play and create for me - and how thankful I am for the luxury of those times. They helped, in ways known to God alone, to form me into someone with a spark of creativity in my bones.  When I did sit in front of the black and white TV, I found nothing to pollute my young mind. Loretta Young twirled onscreen to present this week's half hour drama (always with a lesson). Bishop Sheen taught things I didn't "get," but I liked it when an unseen angel seemed to clean his blackboard.  Bud learned again that Father Knows Best. 
I don't have to point out the fact that things have changed.  Even those much younger than I know this. Some even realize that society as a whole has traded oh, so many riches for poverty. We probably all know just what I mean.

Still, we uncover wealth where we can. God is with us, and by His amazing grace we can find Him.  We who know Him have a wondrous inheritance to pass along to our families.

With that in mind, I look around and realize that I'm wealthier now than when I was a child. For one (main) thing, I know God better.  For another, earthly treasures are piled so high that people can barely walk around in my house.

You should see it!  The floors around here are littered with grandchildren's dolls and trucks and board games and papers.  And yes, money as well.  "Dollar bills" that we've colored and cut (more or less in rectangles) from printer-paper.  And such an abundance of food!  Roundish paper cookies my granddaughter Bunny made for her collection of dolls.

Oh, and you should see the art on our walls; there is a virtual gallery covering doors and windows ... and well, of course, the 'fridge. 

I do not want to see my grandchildren deprived of the treasures that have been my entitlement.  Not when they have a grandma wealthy enough to provide paper and crayons when they want tea-party cookies, a cardboard box when they'd like a playhouse, a round coaster to serve as the steering wheel for their (sofa) car.

I share less "simple" things with the grandchildren as well, of course, as do their parents and other relatives and friends. But I would be remiss if I hoarded my stash of boomer-treasures and refused to hand them on.

Most importantly (it goes without saying), I'm privileged to help pass along the incomparable treasure of shared prayer and casual discussions of Christ's love.

In a world that seems to be sliding ever further from the wealth of creativity, simplicity.... and most of all, truth and morality and integrity... I don't intend to be stingy.

I intend to pay the Truth forward.  I intend to pass it on.

Painting: Gerda Tirén-Brudföljet

This gently re-edited post was originally published in 2013. I am linking it up with Theology Is A Verb, where a group of Catholic bloggers re-post favorite articles on “It’s Worth Revisiting” Wednesdays.



  1. YOU ARE WONDERFUL NANCY!!!! This is fantastic writing and what gifts for your grandchildren. I want to come over and play too!! Sounds like a house full of light and love and riches the abundance of the simple, creative and loving truth going forward. Your post reminded me of a similar time as a child and all the hours we were privileged to use our imaginations. Thanks and God bless.. ..

    1. Wow, my goodness... THANK YOU!! Oh, I do have such fun with my grandchildren. Coloring, cutting, gluing, pasting, painting, reading, pretending... and the newest family craze... knock knock jokes!!! I got them a new book of jokes and Bunny (who's now 8) and I spent a whole afternoon recently just reading them to each other. She was doubling over laughing at the same corny humor I thought hilarious when I was her age (boo who? well, you don't have to cry about it!). Fun!

  2. I recall reading this one in the past and love it still!

    1. Thank you so much, Patty! This is making me think I need to do a post in the near future about the grandchildren's antics, some of which are worth reporting (well of COURSE!). Reminder to self: in said post, I must share what Linus said about how much I (grandma) love God, and Jesus' last name. And certainly I need to report that Bunny and Linus and Doodlebug are expecting a new brother or sister! Can you hear me smiling?