Some Paul Harvey wisdom.

[77cruiser]

PAUL HARVEY'S LETTER TO HIS GRANDCHILDREN
We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I'd like better.
I'd really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches.. I really would.
I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.
I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.
And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.
It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.
I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.
I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother/sister. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him.
When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him/her.
I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.
On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.
If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.
I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.
When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.
I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a boy / girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.
May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.
I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it... And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he/she is not your friend.
I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma/Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.
May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.
I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.
These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate life.

 

[kmakar]

I wish the same for my grandkids. That choked me up.

 

[cheveslakr]

He always was the voice of just good sense. In today's world he'd be hated much like Rush was......and loved for the same reasons. Dad never listened to music on the car radio, but always tuned into PH......and what's weird, as a youth, I had no problem with that.

 

[Shovelrick]

In the 70’s we always listened to PH on lunch break

 

[kmakar]

When I was in trade school in 79, the mechanical drafting teacher Mr. Melia always had us listen to Paul Harvey right after lunch while we were drafting and would say the same thing every day after it finished. Mr. Melia always said, "Listen twice as much as you talk and you'll go far".

I met Mr. Melia in a hardware store about 10 years later and he was with his son (he'd aged and was retired), and I went up to him and said you probably don't remember me to which he responded he did saying there were some students he saw a bright light in and I was one of them. I told him that he'd made a real difference in my life and thanked him for teaching me his way. Mr. Melia choked up and his son had smiles of pride, and we (Mr. Melia and I) shared a brief hug. He was a great man and I respected him a great deal, much like my father.

 

[77cruiser]

I always listened to PH when I could, even the school bus driver would turn the radio up when he was on & I listened then. Probably didn't get as much out of it then as I did later in life.