Reply #28: Great comment, 90-percent! My Mom, born in 1910, taught us many lessons about [View All]

[Peace Patriot]

the Great Depression and one of them was this. When a hobo comes to the back door and asks for food, you feed him. Period. No questions asked. We were fairly poor when I was young and lived in several homes next to railroad tracks (no doubt because those homes were cheaper). So we had what my Mom called "hobos" dropping off the trains, even in the 1950s. Her attitude toward these poor travelers--even though she was mostly alone during the day, except for her kids--was that they are BROTHERS. She had no fear. She fed whoever knocked on her door and asked. And she made a point to tell us that THIS IS WHAT YOU DO. You ALWAYS feed the "hobos."

God bless her soul! She didn't forget. And she passed it on.