tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2728139644567746380.post942525863238253820..comments2023-06-24T05:35:58.450-07:00Comments on Sun Breaks: How to Change One’s Mind, or Running Athwart of the Generation GapJoan Husbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917561944785527342noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2728139644567746380.post-19091571464710803682010-11-10T20:48:39.974-08:002010-11-10T20:48:39.974-08:00I love these comments. As a social worker in a lo...I love these comments. As a social worker in a long term care facility I am constantly reminding the staff to use people's name and ask them how they would like to be addressed. AS I am approaching my 62nd year I seem to be hearing more honeys and sweeties addressed to me. Oh well, I guess that is better than some of the names the younger generations call each other. I have some young friends on face book and I can't repeat the names they call each other. SharonSanctified By Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05209384712904319208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2728139644567746380.post-85881532458489255072010-11-09T06:02:15.588-08:002010-11-09T06:02:15.588-08:00I think the next time a young person in a store or...I think the next time a young person in a store or restaurant calls me “Honey” or. . .shudder<br />. . .”Sweetie,” I shall draw myself up tall, give her my best schoolteacher glare, and say, “My dear, I could be your grandmother. I’m also a customer. If you want my business again, please let your language show respect for your customers.”<br /><br />Other adults are constantly introducing me to children by my first name and I am constantly correcting them, so I think the customs have changed. Moreover customs vary with region and I think Seattle is deliberately casual. Attempting to hold someone to a custom that they have never heard of may prove to be contentious for you. You will first have to explain how you would prefer to be addressed, since your wait staff won't understand what is disrespectful. I am guessing there will be twice as many people asking to be called with familiarity.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2728139644567746380.post-33711495640970813032010-10-23T16:29:50.907-07:002010-10-23T16:29:50.907-07:00Strange! Though I'm approaching the eight dec...Strange! Though I'm approaching the eight decade year during this decade, I'd never really been bothered by how I was addressed by younger people. I've received letters addressed to "Grandma G." and my street and condo address, or as "Jiggsy" with the rest of my address intact. When I taught public school, my 6th grade students asked if I'd care if they called me "Mrs. G" after I married because my new name was longer than my maiden name. I've answered to "Story Lady" when called that by a little boy from our Christian day school when I volunteered in the school library to read to kindergarten and first graders. Names often become "love handles" when we display certain characteristics which make us special in someone's eyes.<br /><br />I call people of rank or profession by their title and last name because that is the way I was raised, but one doctor we know well and love I call by "doctor" and her first name. She knows I respect and honor her.<br /><br />Our true regard for others needs to be in evidence at all times...family at home, friends, even people who are difficult to please. The world's populace is hungry for honest recognition of each person's uniqueness and individual value in today's society. Our tendencey is often to group people as a whole and forget individual worth.Donna G.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2728139644567746380.post-52258828928024643282010-10-23T07:30:31.592-07:002010-10-23T07:30:31.592-07:00Well, I am a bit ambivalent about what people call...Well, I am a bit ambivalent about what people call other people. As long as the greeting is accompanied by a smile and a warm look, I assume the person is being friendly, and I feel friendlier in return. I am technically a step or two older than the "baby boomer" set, but I tend to think more like the boomers above. <br /><br />When I was a small child going to school for the first time in Idaho in 1950, I had a beloved teacher who had all of us call her "Margie". While outrageous at the time, none of us kids found it bad, and we respected her totally.ronandrosi.blogspot.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18017561625133075475noreply@blogger.com