Pentecost, the spring harvest festival - continuedFor years the manly men displayed their physical prowess, brawny farmers pitted against brainy teachers and accountants unfit to do the work god had intended men to do, i.e. growing food for the hungry masses of the dispossessed... well, sort of. |
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Anyway, in those days the teams of the farmers were more heartily supported than their opponents and cheered on by the children (even by traitorous sons and daughters of non-farmers) won many of these contests, be they swimming, | |
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rowing boats on our fish ponds | |
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or the final and ultimately decisive tug of war during the picnic.
No longer do we have these (somewhat silly) contests or the picnics. Instead of sharing our meal with ants and nosy dogs, we sit on comfortable chairs at food laden tables in an air-conditioned dining-room as nature intended. Not all change is for the worse, just as change isn't eo ipso for the better. |
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June 2000