21 Good Old Days

I was broken, shattered and everything was taken away from me. I had no choice but to give up. Give up on everything. Give up on myself. Every time I tried to move on, the strings in my life pull me back so strong that neither could I move an inch from where I was nor could I break those strings. Why did they do this to me? How could they do this to me? I lost everything. I LOST MYSELF! Why am I living? For what? For whom? I stood there in front of the bathroom mirror tapping my fingers on the basin, thinking that my strings would pull me back any moment but something made me feel they weren’t gonna pull me this time and for the last time I looked into the mirror ‘INTO THE MIRROR’ to see myself but what I saw was all the terrible things that happened in my life, every possible reason why I could end my life right now. I closed my eyes and all I could remember was the 21 good old days in my miserable life...

Looks at the negative aspects of American society between the 1860s and the early 1900s, including housing, education, food, travel, work, and health, illustrated with contemporary cartoons, prints, and photographs.

Back in the "Good old days" life revolved around the kitchen table, not the television. This collection of essays, stories and recipes takes us back into the kitchen of yesteryear.

What was is about the little country schoolhouse that so endears it to us? Travel with us to a time when education was a lot more than the three R's. You'll treasure this collection of heartwarming memories about those "dear old Golden Rule days."

"Remember the days when you were snuggled safe in your mother's lap as she read a poem or sang a song? Remember the poem you memorized for that school program, or the song you learned back in the Good Old Days? This volume of 'Mother's Favorite Verses' will take you back to those days of love and innocence."--Page 4 of cover.

I was broken, shattered and everything was taken away from me. I had no choice but to give up. Give up on everything. Give up on myself. Every time I tried to move on, the strings in my life pull me back so strong that neither could I move an inch from where I was nor could I break those strings. Why did they do this to me? How could they do this to me? I lost everything. I LOST MYSELF! Why am I living? For what? For whom? I stood there in front of the bathroom mirror tapping my fingers on the basin, thinking that my strings would pull me back any moment but something made me feel they weren't gonna pull me this time and for the last time I looked into the mirror 'INTO THE MIRROR' to see myself but what I saw was all the terrible things that happened in my life, every possible reason why I could end my life right now. I closed my eyes and all I could remember was the 21 good old days in my miserable life...

One of the most painfully riveting books of our time. A first hand account of the greatest mass murder in history as told by the active and passive participants in genocide. What is different about this book is that it contains carefully compiled letters, journal entries and voluminous correspondence that prove beyond doubt that more members of the German population than ever before admitted to, knew about the Holocaust while it was happening.