A Meshing of Past and Present

I’m in a nostalgic mood today.

Whether one agrees with it or not, the fact remains that tobacco was once a major crop in Kentucky. Although smoking was never technically listed amongst the “great sins”, society today treats it as though it is the worst of them all. I get that it’s bad for you. That isn’t the point of this post. The point is: tobacco was once a major crop in Kentucky and there are still a few small farmers hanging on to the extra income it provides.

Like my dad.  He was raised by his father growing tobacco and every spring and summer of my childhood for as far back as I can remember involved observing the men work in it. When I was really young, I sometimes had to help pick the plants out of the tobacco bed, to be later transplanted to the official tobacco patch. When I got older, I was “promoted” to setting tobacco, which is the process of transplanting the plants to the patch. In fact, I did this very thing this past May.

Here are some pictures, taken today, of Hubs cutting the tobacco. It will later be hung in the barn to dry out. After that, the leaves will be stripped off the stalks and baled to be sold at the warehouse. In all, it is a May-December project.

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Just for kicks, here is a picture of my dad and my son on the old plowing tractor:

e gdaddy frank tractor

Anyway, my grandfather is the hardest working man I have ever known. He was in his mid-80’s before he had to stop his dawn-to-dusk routine, and then only because he had heart surgery. Here is a video I shot TODAY of him trying to do what he did for 50+ years. He is 90 years old.

(this was shot on my phone so the quality isn’t great but it kinda reminds me of the old-fashioned home video projections :))

Later, I snapped this picture of him with my son. The future meets the past.

e gdaddy john bw

This got me to thinking….again.

The video of my granddad cutting tobacco is somewhat symbolic of America.  The days of hard, physical labor and the determination to do what needs to be done are fading.  Much like his unsteady balance is a visual reminder that he is not the man he used to be, the America of his youth is also losing its balance and strength.  Current events and prophecy suggest-paralleled to common sense and his doctor-that the world that WAS is giving away to time, and fading. My granddad is blind in one eye, but he’s doing better than America in that sense. The simple, and very sad, reality is: America is dying out with its “greatest generation”; losing its honor, its strength, its vigor.

The good news for Grandaddy is that the best is yet to come for him; and for all of us who are found abiding in Christ. Even more exciting is there is a very good chance he will not taste death at all but be instantly transformed in the twinkling of an eye. That is the believer’s blessed hope but….

Once that happens, all hope for America is forever lost.