It has been said that familiarity breeds contempt. Once we become accustomed to the ânew, bright and shiny,â we may come to view that which held our praise before as being âold, dull and uninteresting.â This is true with most things and, being the humans we are, it is at times inevitable. What we must guard against is the need to become bitter as a result.
We can look all around and see the evidence of this unfortunate practice.
In June of 2010, I had a life-changing decision to make not only for myself and my husband, but also for the future of The Saline Courier. As vice president of Horizon Publications Inc., the Courier had been one of the newspapers whose publisher reported directly to me for approximately two years. During that time I had made numerous visits to Benton to meet with the staff and evaluate the health of the Courier as a business as well as a community media outlet. It was broken on both accounts.
People of a certain age share memories of special things that the current generation has little or no knowledge of. Nor, it seems, do they want to.
(Yes, I know I ended two sentences with a preposition. Not good writing style, but nothing else said it the same way.)
Case in point: Teenage interests of my generation compared to those of my grandchildren. The two are light years apart.
My kitchen successes can be counted on my two hands with a couple of digits to spare, but among them is the green bean casserole Iâve prepared for many, many years. There may be a glorious repast including traditional and exotic dishes, but if I donât serve that casserole at Thanksgiving and Christmas, it causes bad feelings among some members of my family.
My father never looked or acted like a daredevil, but in his younger life, he definitely was. Barely reaching the 5â 2â mark on the height chart, and wearing a size 5.5 shoe, he barely met the Armyâs size requirements.