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When I look back at old photos of my grandparents and father (far right), I realize that if they were still alive at 80 the men were wearing bib overalls because they were farmers hard at work on the land. I come from 10 generations of peasant farmers looking for an opportunity, but now in a suit and tie. What comes next? Possibbly AI and machines or???
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Hello Roger,
The evolution of work!
Wishing you a wonderful new week.
Kind regards
Erica
Hi Robert
Robots with AI will almost certainly play a life-changing role in human civilization, hopefully for the better.
It’s all up to us! 😎
Frank 🎸
My grandparents worked the land and so did my parents. My great grandparents probably did, too and those before them. Now I am working the virtual land of the internet trying to eke out a living from the property that I own on here.
I don't do the physical hard work that my ancestors did, but my brain sure gets a workout!
Karin
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I can totally relate, Roger! My mother, Faith, and father, Roger, were 'worker bees'. Both had 2-year degrees. My mother was in art from the Chicago Art Institute, and my father had an engineering 2-year degree.
My father built our log cabin, pool, a huge cantilevered roof workshop with a cement floor with a pit to work on a car, an airplane pontoon boat, fix cars, do wiring, plumbing, and everything to work on the 30 acres.
Oh, yeah—he felled the trees by hand and hauled them up using a one-man 'skinner', a two-by-four with a chain at one end and between two steel-wheel tires.
My mother was an intellectual who was always reading and working. She was a walking dictionary and encyclopedia. She was also a great cook and could back up my father in keeping the place and us going.
Pretty amazing, huh? I could go on...lol.
I feel lucky to have had them as parents!
Teri
Thank you Teri!
I love it when children talk about and appreciate their parents like you do. Sadly, my grandchildren pay little attention to me, but in my 3-year-old great-granddaughter, I see more promise.
With gratitude to my grand-parents and great-grand-parents,
Roger Humbke