Henry Fonda must have been a miserable father to have raised two such ungrateful and hateful children. My childhood was idyllic in most ways, although we were poor. We children had to earn our own money for yearbooks, class rings, and our school clothes. To that end I had many different jobs: babysitter with a large clientele, newspaper carrier (four miles daily), tutor (one student is now a millionaire), housemaid, wreath-maker, corn-shucker, and last but not least--potato picker.
This was one of my favorite jobs. The owners of the potato fields would come to our neighborhood and gather anyone who wanted to work that day. We would pick the potatoes out of the tilled soil, put them into baskets, then get a new basket. It was satisfying work, and I remember it fondly 75 years later.
We also had unlimited freedom and used to walk the railroad tracks to get places faster; that is no longer legal. It was a blissful childhood, and I am very grateful to this day.
Please vote for Donald Trump so that we can get back to normal. Thank you.
You make a GREAT point here. Henry, along with kiddos Peter and Jane all had their respective moments in the spotlight for great acting. But increasingly, I have to return to the source...HENRY...and wonder what kind of fucked-up, whacked-out raising did Peter and Jane have. Kids just don't "turn out" like this without some regular influence and guiding force. In any event...what an absolute waste in terms of offspring.
You were very blessed. Most of the rich kids I've known were dissatisfied, spoilt brats who had everything put on a plate for them and appreciated nothing.
Henry Fonda must have been a miserable father to have raised two such ungrateful and hateful children. My childhood was idyllic in most ways, although we were poor. We children had to earn our own money for yearbooks, class rings, and our school clothes. To that end I had many different jobs: babysitter with a large clientele, newspaper carrier (four miles daily), tutor (one student is now a millionaire), housemaid, wreath-maker, corn-shucker, and last but not least--potato picker.
This was one of my favorite jobs. The owners of the potato fields would come to our neighborhood and gather anyone who wanted to work that day. We would pick the potatoes out of the tilled soil, put them into baskets, then get a new basket. It was satisfying work, and I remember it fondly 75 years later.
We also had unlimited freedom and used to walk the railroad tracks to get places faster; that is no longer legal. It was a blissful childhood, and I am very grateful to this day.
Please vote for Donald Trump so that we can get back to normal. Thank you.
You make a GREAT point here. Henry, along with kiddos Peter and Jane all had their respective moments in the spotlight for great acting. But increasingly, I have to return to the source...HENRY...and wonder what kind of fucked-up, whacked-out raising did Peter and Jane have. Kids just don't "turn out" like this without some regular influence and guiding force. In any event...what an absolute waste in terms of offspring.
You were very blessed. Most of the rich kids I've known were dissatisfied, spoilt brats who had everything put on a plate for them and appreciated nothing.