One hundred years is a long time. But 200 years later, the ways in which people live would be unrecognizable to a person living in say… 1850. And here’s what I miss…
I miss early mornings in 1850. In small towns, and small farms all over the United States, people woke the fluck up at a decent hour, even early! The homes and the grounds literally came alive with activity. People had animals – livestock in barns and pastures to look after. The women had smaller fare, up closer to the house, and children to raise.
In my neighborhood today, 2018, people wake up early, but then the men leave. They turn on big trucks with lights, and after a quick breakfast, they head out. You can hear them moving down the roads all around us each morning, and then it gets quiet again. I think most of the women and babies go back to bed for a little bit.
The early towns, especially as you went out west, were just stick buildings constructed out in the dust and the rocks, but each morning those towns came alive. It was a big deal back in the 1800’s to “go to town.” It usually meant a long trip down a bumpy road with a wagon, but no one minded. Going to town was the ultimate fun. It meant a break from farm chores and the normal grind.
People actually knew each other. They actually looked at each other’s faces, and remarked, maybe smiled; they actually interacted. Now, it’s so strange. You can be in a room full of twenty people, and not one person will connect. I live in a rural neighborhood, and it is almost 7 a.m. on a Friday in late March. All you can hear now are the roosters, and they are everywhere. I cannot imagine any people needing so many roosters, but they do. It is a constant chorus of crowing, and the sound carries for a mile or so…
In the 1800’s, the people wore very amazing handmade clothing, and it was a true feat in itself if you could sew and make decent wearable clothing, all of which was done by hand. They didn’t have sewing machines back then. The clothing you wore protected you in all events, and women wore things in layers. Now you grab a knit top of unknown content put together on a serger in China, and you’re ready to go! Space clothes!
Most of all, I miss the horses. I miss the countryside, the pretty things growing on the side of the road… I miss the fact that children played in the fields and climbed in the trees and ran and ran for days… free flowing streams that were clean to put your feet in… Birds sang in profusion and bees buzzed at every flower. And you could smell grandmother’s cooking all the way past the barn. She looked real nice in that red calico apron she made last week.
And Grandpa was always around, working on something. You could usually find him out in the old garage, tinkering around, or just standing there, looking out into space… Or he would say “Let’s go, baby folks, let’s go into town!” The old truck would rattle and roll, but we always made it somehow. These new fangled mini-space rockets buzzing down the toll roads at high speeds just aren’t the same as Pa-Pa’s truck. And they never will be.