Fall of the White Knight

1929 was the onset of the great depression. Taxes kept rising. People worried about the cost of the Old Age Pension Plan. People were losing their jobs. The only thing growing in North Dakota was sage brush and tumble weeds.
My mother was a well educated person, but stayed home, because that is what wives were expected to do. She recited poetry, made paper flowers, and read me stories about King Arthur and his Knights of the round table.
Parents need to be heroes for their children. Those children who learn to trust their parents are confident and self reliant, they are ready to give back to a needy world. They also learn that sometimes heroes fall. It takes a lot of courage and strength to get up after a fall. My white knight fell hard. But he got up and persevered. He was still my white knight. He's been gone 42 years. But will never be forgotten.