tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22001031.post785390743058829851..comments2024-02-28T18:29:41.120-08:00Comments on Not of General Interest: Class and academe: a somewhat meandering childhood story with a pointundinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05589384016564587214noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22001031.post-13806510712320690862016-08-19T14:54:22.323-07:002016-08-19T14:54:22.323-07:00pat--yes! It's fun if you don't HAVE to do...pat--yes! It's fun if you don't HAVE to do it. undinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05589384016564587214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22001031.post-40536432159402290972016-08-18T11:42:13.671-07:002016-08-18T11:42:13.671-07:00That reminds me of my parents. My dad was a city b...That reminds me of my parents. My dad was a city boy from a higher-class family, and he loved to make preserves, build log cabins, harvest wild food, grow vegetables, the whole ball of wax. My mom came from a subsistence farm and didn't think that sort of thing was much fun at all.<br /><br />One generation's class marker is the next generation's hobby?pathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15532518675955579561noreply@blogger.com