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When The Thought Of You Catches Up With Me - Various - Heartland Music Presents Country Love

Nick was the youngest of six children—three boys and three girls. When he came along, his dad was forty-six and his mother, Teresa, was forty-one. He was probably a bit of a surprise. But his parents were both Catholic and farm people, groups that had different but intertwining reasons for producing a lot of children—the former thinking birth control sinful, the latter needing help raising wheat. True to his birthday, Nick turned out to be a worker among workers. His productivity and money saving impressed even his stingy parents, who had come of age during the Great Depression.

Before he was old enough to drive, he owned more head of cattle than his dad did. At age nineteen, he started a foundation-laying business.

When he met Jeannie in his early twenties, he already had five employees and a few thousand dollars in the bank. Jeannie had book smarts and was a talented artist, but, like Nick, her handiest sort of intelligence was with life, with money. She could always find her way out of a bind, hustling cash with odd jobs, making money stretch the furthest it could.

She came from a long line of women whose lives amounted to getting out of a bind, often by working harder than their men. Nothing disgusted Jeannie more than a man sitting on his butt all day expecting to be taken care of.

She was small and fair-skinned with long, straight brown hair parted down the middle. He had blue eyes and a bushy, sand-colored beard. They smashed around farm parties and Wichita dance halls, where underage Jeannie carried her head so high no one dared ask for an ID. In a raffle at a party thrown by a Wichita lumber-supply company in , they even won a trip to Paris.

Besides the men who left to fight wars, no one in their families had ever been overseas. As the s drew to a close, discussion in the United States was all about scarcity of resources, both real and perceived. Cars lined up for blocks to fill their tanks while gas stations raised their prices, as the global supply-and-demand economy dictated. People in our corner of society were far removed from the national political discussion.

Their eyes were on immediate concerns: Was the hot combine shaking beneath them running right for the wheat harvest? Was there gas in the car to get to work? Had the cattle been fed? Who would pick up children from babysitters? In July , amid a national panic over fossil-fuel shortages, President Carter visited Kansas City to promote his new energy program. The night before, he had given a televised speech about the oil panic from the Oval Office. Americans were weary and cynical after a couple decades of civil unrest, he said: the assassinations of moral and political leaders, a shameful and bloody war in Vietnam, public revelations about a dirty White House.

Carter said the country was experiencing not just an energy crisis but a moral one. The country had not discovered those truths, not in the slightest. In fact, on the eve of the garish s, our lesson was just beginning.

Natural resources once presumed limitless were being recognized as precious and finite. We were at a fork in the road, Carter told millions of people through their living room television sets, and had to choose a path: remain fearful and selfish, grasping for economic advantage over other countries and even our own neighbors, or embrace unity.

No one would feel it more than the poor. The wedding was set for January But as the autumn leaves fell in , Jeannie had second thoughts. She was seventeen, Nick twenty-four, but she often felt she was more mature than he was.

Nick came in her anyway. As Jeannie went up the stairs from the basement, out the door and into the dark, to turn a cold car engine under the big sky of a flat landscape, she felt different.

Unlike most of our family, she usually disliked vulgarity. A family cycle so old and deep tends to go unexamined and unquestioned but is always felt. Your presence in my life both helped and worried me.

When I was in junior high, I already knew that the spirit I felt beside me would be either my downfall or my redemption—that you would be either an unwanted fate crying in my arms or a pattern that I had ended by my own will. Jeannie never took that sort of mission for herself, I guess, and neither did Betty. But two things can be true at the same time.

On a windy, cold day at the outset of , Jeannie and Nick married at St. Rose, a small, white clapboard church built at the turn of the century. Still in her first trimester, Jeannie looked slim in her white lace dress, and no one was the wiser. After the ceremony, their friends and family from surrounding farms and busted corners of Wichita gathered at a big dance hall called The Keg in the small town of Colwich. It was thirty miles away but had a stage and space for a proper Catholic wedding dance.

They ate brisket, drank cans of Coors beer, and danced to a country band. Nick shaved off his beard for the occasion, and Jeannie looked even younger than she was. Betty was that way, too. They were the negative cycles of poverty.

One of them was to be a veritable child and have a baby inside you. Jeannie was one month married and three months pregnant, starting to show a bump. Betty and Arnie were drinking with their friends, the raucous bunch that as a child I would spy on through clouds of cigarette smoke in the dining room: Thin women wearing frosted lipstick and tight jeans.

Thick men wearing sideburns and big collars, speaking bits of German without realizing it. On the dining table, more than likely: beer, whiskey, potato chips, a card game called ten-point pitch. Jeannie stood in the dining room leaning against the wall of built-in oak cabinets that housed china, brittle photo albums, batteries, hammers, poker chips.

She tried to cover her belly with her coat. Betty looked over at her daughter and noticed. The party sprang into full gear. When Betty sobered up, she was upset about the news. Did Jeannie want to get an abortion? It was even legal now.

She did not. I thus was the proverbial teen pregnancy, my very existence the mark of poverty. The Wichita area reached a hundred degrees for forty-two out of fifty-five days. The heat wave killed seventeen hundred people across the Great Plains—one of the worst natural disasters in U. But farmers might be the ones most likely to remember it.

For Jeannie, the summer was one hell of a time to be pregnant. Mom stayed with me while Dad went back to work farming and building. Mom and I were alone then, with a rotary phone, a cat, and a black-and-white television.

On the TV, local news anchors surely talked about the weather, which my family followed closely, and the upcoming presidential election, about which my family was less concerned. Mom had recently turned eighteen, though, and intended to wield her new right. For now, she wielded the cigarettes she had smoked right through her pregnancy, a laundry hamper full of cloth diapers, and a bottle of baby formula.

It would have been cheaper to breast-feed, but that would have been the lowest shame of poverty. She scraped together change for formula. I see so many things differently now. But we did as we had learned. Grandma Betty was driving back and forth to work in Wichita every day but helped with baby care when she could, like the day I choked on formula and she shook me by the ankles while Mom napped. But Ronald Reagan won, of course, and got to work cutting taxes.

But keeping government out of the private sector could lead to a different sort of oppression, it would turn out.

Federal policies that had created a middle class in the twentieth century were giving way to corporate rule in which billionaires with political influence could be kings behind the scenes. We were so unaware of our own station that, in the rare instance that the concept of class arose, we thought we were middle class. You got what you worked for, we believed.

There was some truth to that. But it was not the whole truth. He went back to doing carpentry with his dad, uncles, and two older brothers, known in the area as Smarsh Brothers Construction.

When I was still an infant, Mom, Dad, and I left the little red house for a trailer that Betty and Arnie had parked next to their farmhouse. Arnie hooked the trailer behind his tractor and pulled it to our land, a flat stretch of grass and dirt between the tall dam of a state reservoir and the flat wheat fields Dad had worked his whole life.

I had my first birthday party in the trailer. Dad kept working and saving money, and I became a white-haired toddler. Mom cooked supper in the tiny kitchen that had black-and-white wallpaper printed with turn-of-the-century advertisements for corsets and shaving cream.

More often than not, Mom had a job outside our home, too. It almost always involved selling something. She decided to get a state real estate license to sell houses in Wichita. To be closer to work for both her and Dad, I guess—there being more structures to construct and sell in cities, of course—we moved east to Wichita, first to an apartment for less than a year, then to a rented house in a modest but quiet, treed neighborhood.

On weekends, Dad worked on our house in the country. Things were looking up. We got a cocker spaniel. I had Flintstones vitamins and a pink canopy bed. On Friday nights, Mom and Dad told me goodbye at the door and walked into the night dressed up—Mom with big, curled hair and bright blush on her cheeks, Dad wearing his snakeskin boots and smelling like Irish Spring soap and aftershave.

They went out to dance halls, where Dad drank Canadian whiskey and Mom drank diet pop. During the days, while the two of them went to work, I briefly attended a preschool. I was three years old and had already lived in four places, enough to know that a canopy bed and vitamins was high on the hog. When Dad had paid off the bit of land he bought for our house, he used it as collateral for a bank loan to buy building materials.

It was early , and the construction industry could feel a recession coming on. But Dad told him he had faith in the United States. He believed that things would get better. He signed for the loan, and we headed back to the country. So we moved into their farmhouse. My parents and I shared a bed upstairs that autumn. Twelve miles down the road, before the air got too cold for cement-pouring, Dad laid the foundation for our new house.

As the earth around us hardened into winter, Dad did the electric wiring himself. He hired a man from Mount Hope, a nearby small town, to do the plumbing and the air conditioner.

The bricklayer would have to wait. The cold had come fast and hard, and mortar would freeze before he could smear it. Arnie lent his posthole digger for Dad to put up a new pole barn. They dug the holes, loaded huge poles into the back of a wheat truck, and dropped each one into a hole, tamping dirt and pouring concrete from pole to pole. They nailed two-by-fours horizontally between the poles and hoisted the trusses with a tractor scoop.

Male friends, their legs tightly wrapped around the tops of the poles, grabbed for the swinging trusses. When the frame was done, they slid sheets of tin up, up, and over. The pole barn seemed to me a great, mysterious place, where men were dirty and spoke a language of measurements—bushels of wheat, kernels per head, miles per gallon, acres of milo, points on a buck, yards to the eight-point buck. Somebody's Leavin'. American Recordings.

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Get our newsletter every Friday! You're in! Follow Thought Catalog. Post to Cancel. No matter what year it is, people are always searching for happiness and sometimes go about their motives the wrong way and ends up in a disastrous fate.

In Fitzgerald's "The Great Gatsby" it is apparent that the goal was money and fame with loose morals. Wharton's "Ethan Frome" was before World War 1 and when America was still kept to the classic standards of house, family, and farm.

Both main characters lived. The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald, is a novel that takes place in the Roaring 20's. It's about a man who changes everything he is for the inaccessible woman of his dreams. After losing her before the war because of his financial status, he finally tries to win her heart back. In the book The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald and the Chicago film by Rob Marshall, love was a big involvement.

When the characters had the love they decided to lie to their partner. Lying was a big part of the book and film because their lies lead them to consequences for example; jail, break ups, and death. Relationships were destroyed, and people were killed because of. True Love in The Great Gatsby True love is an emotion that every human being should have the privilege of experiencing once in their life.

There is no one correct definition for this feeling, it is definitely different for everyone, but in the end love should make your life better not more difficult. This problem, while it is very prominent today, is not a new thing. Bodega and Gatsby 's ambition to live their American Dream is thwarted by love, which led them to a fate they. Love Vs. Materialism The Great Gatsby does not offer a definition of love, or a contrast between love and romance.

Rather it suggests that what people believe to be love is normally only a dream. America in the s was a country where moral values were slowly crumbling and Americans soon only had one dream and objective to achieve, success. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby, many people of the high social status such as Tom, Myrtle, and Nick wonder if Gatsby is truly in love with Daisy, or if he is in love with what Daisy, herself, represents.

Gatsby's whole life is based on trying to win Daisy's love. But does Gatsby ever think about how it would be if he did win her back? He is so caught up with the illusion of love that he doesn't really think about how his life will be, if he were to win Daisy's love back.

Truly, he would. If love is only a will to possess, it is not love. To love someone is to hold them dear to one's heart. In The Great Gatsby, the characters, Jay Gatsby and Daisy Buchanan are said to be in love, but in reality, this seems to be a misconception.

In The Great Gatsby, Fitzgerald portrays the themes of love, lust and obsession, through the character of Jay Gatsby, who confuses lust and obsession with love. By the end of the novel however, Jay Gatsby is denied his "love" and suffers. Nick lives on an island called West egg, the poor side opposed to the rich East egg across from him. He visits his friends Tom and Daisy. Nick lives next door to a mysterious man named Gatsby.

Great Gatsby Love comes in many forms. For instance, there is love for your family, games, food, and other things. In the book, The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald, the protagonist, Gatsby, goes through his life trying to become rich, so he can be with Daisy, the girl that he loves. Gatsby goes through great lengths to try to achieve this goal. Whether it be selling bootlegged liquor or other illegal business or trying to get her to have an affair and leave with him.

The truth is that Gatsby. A man named Nick moves into old money right next door to Jay Gatsby. Fitzgerald discusses the desire for material possessions in The Great Gatsby by explaining the fact that Americans judge people by the possessions and the money they have.

For example people pictured Tom as a god. Every movie, every series, every story talks about how two people fall in love and live happily ever after. All stories get to the conclusion that the love the couple shared was unique and that the two lovers matched perfectly together. But what happens when two lovers do not belong to the same social class? Are they not meant to be? A person can cross any limit when it comes to love.

In the novel, Gatsby first meets Nick in one of his parties to which Nick finds him somewhat mysterious. Later on, Jordan tells Nick to meet up to discuss a request made by Gatsby to call Daisy over for tea and Jordan tells Nick the past about Gatsby and Daisy. Money can buy materialistic things but can it buy love?

In the book, The Great Gatsby, written by F. Scott Fitzgerald, we are introduced to the narrator, Nick Carraway. He tries impressing her with all the money in the world in which he even buys a house to be near Daisy and show her that.

Most people consider money and status to be the great American dream, but they are not the only dreams that people strive for. The novel, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, focuses on many of these, but the dream of love and being with the one that they truly love is focused more when considering Jay Gatsby and the novel.

Gatsby has a dream.

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