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Memories of Lockdown, by Austin Ruse – Brown Pelican Society of Lousiana

Memories of Lockdown, by Austin Ruse

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By Austin Ruse, Crisis Magazine, April 5, 2024

Austin Ruse is a contributing editor to Crisis Magazine. He is president of the Center for Family and Human Rights in New York and Washington DC.
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We have to remember the days of Covid. Write down your memories. Remember the bad days and the good. And remember the lies they told us.

I wish I had kept a daily diary of all that went on while the government illegally locked us down during Covid. But I do have memories, and many of them quite wonderful.

I remember the stillness and quiet, sitting in the backyard with my wife, watching our children play, watching the chickens do that scratch-scratch-look thing as they hunted for mites in the dirt.

It was a time when the Catholic school kids on the block finally gelled with the Publics, and they traveled in bike-packs all over the neighborhood. Honey, where are the kids? Just look for the bikes strewn in someone’s front yard, in front of the forest where they built an “Indian village,” or over near the pipeline, the one that brings various kinds of fuel all the way from Florida to New England. …

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Memories of Lockdown, by Austin Ruse

Fr. Roger Landry: The Reality of Hell and Divine Mercy Sunday: ‘Enter Through the Narrow Gate’

Bishop Eleganti Slams Pope Francis Over Attack on People Who Refused the COVID Shots

By Austin Ruse, Crisis Magazine, April 5, 2024

We have to remember the days of Covid. Write down your memories. Remember the bad days and the good. And remember the lies they told us.

I wish I had kept a daily diary of all that went on while the government illegally locked us down during Covid. But I do have memories, and many of them quite wonderful.

I remember the stillness and quiet, sitting in the backyard with my wife, watching our children play, watching the chickens do that scratch-scratch-look thing as they hunted for mites in the dirt.

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