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FR The "it takes a village" subplot has set me to thinking about my own childhood. From a "traditional family" perspective, I was hugely blessed: loving, devout mother and father, still married after 52 years; three squabbling siblings who've matured into awesome adults; smart, funny grandparents who helped gave a shy, nerdy kid some confidence; fascinating aunts and uncles who listened and offered wise counsel when I couldn't connect with the folks; and 18 cousins, some of whom are among my dearest friends today. With all that, who'd need a village, right? Well actually, I did. My life was hugely enriched by all sorts and conditions of fellow villagers: -- the priests at church, -- teachers, -- Scout leaders, -- volunteer coaches for the swim team, -- neighbors who gave me odd jobs that helped me pay my way to Boy Scout camp, -- school bus drivers who saw us safely there and back again, -- employees in our family business who helped me see life from new and different perspectives, -- friends' parents who gave us safe places to be kids and drove us to practice and swim meets, -- volunteer firefighters who helped keep us safe and trained me in CPR, -- parental volunteers who ran bake sales and rummage sales and clothing drives and blood drives to help meet needs in the community, -- local merchants who bought ads in school yearbooks, underwrote Christmas decorations on our version of Main Street, and sponsored Little League teams, -- neighbors who quietly appeared with casseroles and snow shovels in times of need, -- folks who bought Girls Scout cookies, Sally Foster gift wrap, cartons of fruit, and God knows what else to support community activities, -- neighboring families who welcomed us into their homes and lives and celebrations, exposing us to other traditions and ways of looking at life, and -- the many folks I'm forgetting. I'm glad I grew up in a family. And, hell yes, I'm glad I grew up in a village too.
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No matter how cynical you become, it's never enough to keep up. JANE WAGNER, THE SEARCH FOR SIGNS OF INTELLIGENT LIFE IN THE UNIVERSE
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