Letter from my father to my oldest sister Calli Guion, 10/7/1970. Miss him every day. Read Philip K. Crowes reminiscences of fishing in diplomatic circles around the world and was, and am, filled with nostalgia for the world that was, an age that is passed and can never return. We outlive our time. This age which I have glimpsed is bound to destroy what I value most. You will not, and should not, see things from my point of view. Form your own but try to make it more tolerant, more constructive and more wise than our ways have been. We have a great heritage in the ways and forms of free government and law but we have been taken up with wholly materialistic objectives and have literally desecrated a continent in a few generations, mostly to make useless things. Our culture is too far devoid of the aesthetic and intuitive aspects of life and knowledge, and we have made terrible choices, concrete expressways for clear rivers, urban jungles for wild forests and industrial wastes for tidal wetlands. I hope your generation will do an about face and get us back on the right track. Come home when you can. Love, Dad
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 21:47:50 +0000
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