Tuesday, 27 November 2012
By Joanne Zimmermann
Okay, now I have had it! Since when did protesting become a serious occupation? I suppose it helps when one is frustrated, for a little while. But after that, all that energy should be redirected into something worthwhile, something productive.
I used to teach art and I always felt that construction is the antithesis of destruction.
Kids today do not have as much opportunity to construct; everything is pre-built for them. There used to be soapbox derbies in Akron, Ohio, where I was born. Maybe the first cars really were made of soapboxes, but that seems a bit far-fetched. Still, the early cars were definitely primitive.
Our very lack of TV and hand-held devices made for some good stuff. We went out and climbed trees, dug holes, created in sandboxes. We had to try, try again if our tower fell down. Failure is what teaches perseverance.
My dad had a workbench in the basement and I started making stuff at a very young age. He never said no; just let me tinker around. I learned to cut a plywood shape with a coping saw at the age of four. So I used a vise and some effort.
He collected cheese boxes; in those days the wooden boxes were quite handy for storing things. They made wonderful things when cut up. I made boats with rubber band propellers and found the hardware chain to make a nice railing around the edge. The only time he complained was when I used up all of his chain.
If one makes things, I think that person is unlikely to destroy things. They appreciate the effort and thought going into creation.
I have visited some of the European countries who are protesting. Even before austerity, simple clean-up of streets was neglected. Houses could take 20 years to build, as they were not taxed until finished.
Now, precious antiquities are being wrecked by mobs with no pride in their nations. They simply are like children wrecking their rooms and expecting their parents to clean them up.
Thank you dad! Letting me use your workbench was an important gift in forming who I am today.
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