An Honest Gift

This set of magnets was a gift that our future daughter-in-law gave our son on the first Christmas they were together.

He grew up in a trailer park, while she was upper-middle-class Plano, Texas.

We didn’t think it was funny but she did.

Would you give black-face makeup to an African?

Is it amusing to give running shoes to a handicapped person?

How about a set of handcuffs to a person who can’t seem to stay out of trouble with the law?

The biggest joke is that she left her broken down car in front of our house for almost 7 years.


Filed under Family, Vicissitudes of Life

5 responses to “An Honest Gift

  1. Joe

    in 1990 in the United States 7,324,154 or 7.2% of the total number of homes were mobile homes. So, we are talking about 1 in 10 people live in mobile homes. It seems odd that someone who wouldn’t dream of denigrating a poor person in Bangladesh or Africa would devalue someone in America who is on the lower end of the economic scale.

  2. Joe

    Jim Rockford lived in a trailer house. 🙂

  3. Joe

    A White Trash Christmas is better than an Atheist Christmas: At least the White Trash are not deluded about how superior they are. And, unlike the Atheist, the White Trash actually have something to celebrate and feel good about Christmas! On top of those things, the WT have a reason to hope for the future: something that no self-loving atheist would admit to.

  4. Amen, Joe. And shame on our society today that continuously judges people by what they have. As we talked about when we had lunch, we were much happier when we were children and had no idea that we needed things to make us happy!! So sad for children today.

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