---- — Just the other day, I was asked why I take the time to write such “nonsense” for the newspaper. I wondered, why read my column each week if you don’t like what I have to say?
I did a little investigating. I asked people as I saw them in the stores or in the neighborhood what they thought about what I write. With joy I can state right here that I received many accolades for telling about what my life was like in the old days. Most of the people I talked to told me they always look forward to reading what I have to say.
I did find one gentleman who said the things I write bring back some good thoughts and bad thoughts. I asked what the bad thoughts were. He told me that during the time of the stock market crash, his family and many others had lost their savings and went from riches to rags. He said the wars we had to fight killed off some of his family and many good friends. I told this nice old man that he and others like him help me tell the story of how it was compared to what it is today.
Two of my readers are both in their 90s in Sharpsville. The husband in this family is alway telling me that I hit the nail right on the head, that what I write sounds so familiar to him and his Waneta. He is one nice person who always lets me know that he likes what I write.
One of my readers, Thelma, who had read all of my writings since 2003, passed on to her reward at the age of 99 in December of last year. She always took time to write me each week — and called me several times — to let me know she agreed with my thoughts.
I get emails from readers each week, telling me how they agreed or disagreed with my columns. Just the other day, one of my readers came to the house and prayed for me. Never saw him before, but I knew his father.
This makes me feel real good, knowing I write a good clean column. Just knowing I can write what I want, as long as it is not tearing anyone down, gives me cheer. The one thing you will find is that I write from the heart. And because of how I was raised, I use common sense doing it. No one needs to fear what I might say about a particular person. If I can’t say anything nice, I won’t write anything.
That is what I am about. I have freedom of speech. I use it. I do not have the right to take anyone down with my words.
We have people on the air who really violate good taste when they talk on the microphone, but I won’t listen to them. I don’t need to dirty my mind with their thought, saying cruel things about others just because of their affiliation party-wise or how they live in our community.
I thank all of you for the happy thoughts you give me each week. I am just a common man who is trying to walk that narrow path that my Lord has laid down for me. I don’t envy anyone because of their wealth or stature in the city. I tell it like it was, what it is today and what the future might have in store for me. I thank each of you for allowing me that little bit of time each Saturday morning over a cup of coffee. My memories are precious to me.
Ray “Uncle Ray” Day is a weekly contributor to the Kokomo Tribune. Contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org.