Letters to my Granddaughter: No. 7

By | June 23, 2023

[June 23, 2023]  Looking back on my time as a kid, I’m not so sure I was using my thinking abilities properly.  Yeah, the men in my town were nearly all combat veterans.  I was enthralled by their harrowing experiences, cool demeanor, pretty girlfriends, tales of growing up in the boonies and swamps of Louisiana, great physical strength, and fearlessness.  And in school, my teachers were stable, married, smart middle-aged women teachers who understood little boys and took our rambunctious behavior as normal.  Both knew how to deal with my friends and me.  I was lucky.  Despite the advantage I gained with their help, I did things that made me ask myself, what was I thinking?

Hey, watch this!  There was when my friend jumped 20 feet off the train trestle railroad bridge into the river below, and I thought he had died.  Running to get help in town, my vivid imagination had the town Sheriff throwing me in jail for murder or just shooting me on the spot and then telling everyone in town what a lowlife coward I was by abandoning my best friend to the watery depths.  There was no scenario I was getting out of this.  My friend lived, and I was not thrown in jail.  We often laugh about this incident to this day.  The old Sheriff has passed along, but after I grew up and visited my hometown, he still remembered the event and how I was in full panic mode when I found him.

Or the time I ran away from home.  I don’t remember why; it doesn’t matter anyway, and it was likely a conflict with my dad (mom was too easy to push me that far).  I had my maternal grandparents “only” a 20-minute drive away, but on foot, a nine-year-old stride would take far far longer, and I was lucky to get about a third of the way by walking the railroad tracks; I knew where the tracks went because my dad was in charge of that area.  Looking down the tracks, I could see forever and no end to my trip.  I thought I would die on these tracks and no one would notice.  I turned around finally, as it was getting dark and headed back home.  My parents acted as if they even noticed I was missing.  I didn’t dare to ask, and they weren’t telling.  A few years ago, before they passed away, I thought about asking but decided to let it go.  I should have asked.

The year before my grandpappy got me my first real job, my grandmaw Satterfield decided to teach me about life.  It was a hot summer day in southern Arkansas when at the meager age of six, it was my turn to catch, kill, and prepare one of her chickens for our supper that evening.  Killing the chicken would be a first for me, but it would forever remain a defining moment in my life.  This coming-of-age event was supposed to be an adventure of sorts.  If you’ve never caught and killed a chicken (the proper way, so my grandmaw says), then you have not lived the life of hardscrabble or are sufficiently close enough to “God’s green earth” for it to matter.  Such

virtues were not just ordinary but also expected if you grew up before the 1970s.  To do those things necessary to live and do them correctly and morally and with grit is a lesson that a young boy or girl would learn early and then carry through life.

These adventures were all part of growing up.

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Author: Douglas R. Satterfield

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23 thoughts on “Letters to my Granddaughter: No. 7

  1. Boy Sue

    I’m really loving this series, Gen. Satterfield and I really liked the one from today, No. 8.

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  2. Willie Strumburger

    Great series and thank you for them. Makes me happy to read the words your granddaughter will be reading a few years from now. I think sometime I read that your oldest granddaughter is very young. Good for her that she has a Grandfather like you. ❤

    Reply
  3. Dead Pool Guy

    Great series. Thanks. Keep it going. Maybe someday you will turn these into a book.

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  4. rjsmithers

    Gen. Satterfield, thanks for this series. You might consider writing a long series of these and putting them all into a book with the same title (assuming others have not taken the title). That way, more of us can read your stories.

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  5. Ayn Jālūt

    Bless you General Satterfield for you and your family and your adventures.

    Reply
  6. ZB Two Two

    My favorite and exactly as my parents would have behaved.
    “Or the time I ran away from home. I don’t remember why; it doesn’t matter anyway, and it was likely a conflict with my dad (mom was too easy to push me that far). I had my maternal grandparents “only” a 20-minute drive away, but on foot, a nine-year-old stride would take far far longer, and I was lucky to get about a third of the way by walking the railroad tracks; I knew where the tracks went because my dad was in charge of that area. Looking down the tracks, I could see forever and no end to my trip. I thought I would die on these tracks and no one would notice. I turned around finally, as it was getting dark and headed back home. My parents acted as if they even noticed I was missing. I didn’t dare to ask, and they weren’t telling. A few years ago, before they passed away, I thought about asking but decided to let it go. I should have asked.”

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    1. Adolf Menschner

      I agree, ZB Two Two. And, reading the series is fun as well.

      Reply
  7. HAL

    One thing about this website is that Gen. Satterfield tells stories of both the good and the bad, the fear and the courage, the wonders of childhood and the fear that occurs in us all. Watching tv is a total waste of time but reading this blog has helped me in many many ways. 😁

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  8. Julia

    POWERFUL letter. Thank you, Gen. Satterfield for sharing your memories of growing up.

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    1. Under the Bridge

      Yep. I found this leadership website recently but started to really taking it seriously a couple of months ago. Gen. Satterfield’s newest series on “letters to my granddaughter” hit home for me. Thanks to all who comment and make suggestions for future topics.

      Reply
  9. Nick Lighthouse

    One of your best letters so far, Gen. Satterfield.

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  10. Lady Hawk

    I think what we have here in Gen. Satterfield’s “letters to my granddaughter” is an accounting of childhood gone right. There will always be challenges and tribulations, disasters and evil lurking, stupid and smart decision, happiness and sadness, and learning to be a better person. Gen. Satterfield chose his own way and these letters are about his struggles. I’m enjoying your mini-series, thanks Gen. S. for sharing.

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    1. Rev. Michael Cain

      Thinking the same thing. More and more ‘letters to my granddaughter’ will help me teach my grandkids about real life growing up a half a century ago. Praying that all Gen. Satterfield’s grandchildren read these letters and learn about him.

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      1. Liz at Home

        Rev. Michael, thanks. These comments are on target. I’m really happy that I found this website a couple of years ago and got a chance to read Gen. Satterfield’s books. My favorite is “55 Rules for a Good Life.” Read it and comment on Amazon. It supports everything you are reading in these letters to his granddaughter.
        Here is the link: https://www.amazon.com/55-Rules-Good-Life-Responsibility/dp/1737915529/

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  11. Bryan Z. Lee

    Each one of these letters is getting better. I would call them, adventures in childhood living.

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    1. McStompie

      Bryan, good point and we are all after adventure. Standing on the precipice between chaos and order.

      Reply

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