- Priscilla wrote:
- I enjoy the several games we play in life and finding the strategies but the end result is not important. My uncle stood tall on getting the best three carrots on a plate award at a local show; a year's preparation for it too.
Not sure if I fully understood your sentence Priscilla. I understand it rather in a perhaps metaphorical way...namely from childhood on we play games and use strategies (found by ourselves) to convince other people and the end result is important for us, although if it has only a minor result (as in my immediate after example) it learns us nevertheless to use it later in life for more serious purposes.
My example, as promised above:
Each Thursday as our parents are in full steam for the preparation of the customer's round with delivery of fish at home on Friday, selected the Wednessday before on an "inquiring?" tour,
we my sister and I used that particular time to ask for some money to go to buy sweets...and normally they said don't bother me...here the money...
Priscilla, I don't want to derail your thread and as I see it by the example of your uncle, you mean it literary. Does that mean that you wonder why all our rather entertaining games and contests (many times in my opinion stupid as constructing the greatest building in LEGO blocks) at the end receive no recognition?
- Priscilla wrote:
- I used to be able to recognise awesome medals won by fighter pilots and such worn at big medal wearing do's but doubt I could now.
Priscilla, perhaps I differ with you (again if I understood it well) I think about the worth of medals. As I have seen time and time again medals have only worth for the person wearing them, for others (again in my opinion) it is only the life of the individual involved and as such it is only the conduct during the life of that person which is important to people. Or perhaps is it only my perception to see it that way...
As in your example of the fighter pilote (I guess a British pilote during the battle of England WWII) I would much much more be moved by a honest orbituary of that pilote, where his motivations and behaviour would be highlighted as told by himself to contemporaries...
When I met in Russia, former soldiers of WWII (together with my father as guest of the Soviet Union and paid by them for publicity and that was just the purpose of our journey: to have a visit to Russia without paying) I was eager to know what their stories were, not interested in the tens of medals that they wore on their uniform.
Of course that was impossible, as even if someone spoke English, French or German, if you asked as I something about agriculture machinery, there was immediately a diversionary manoeuver to divert from a too inconvenient from far political related question.
Kind regards, Paul.
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