A post, based on one from five years ago, to mark the beginning of this blog’s sixth year. Most early posts, in my opinion, were quite dreadful.
Were the “good old days” really that good? There were fewer creature comforts. No one had air-conditioning. Half the town had outdoor plumbing.
Imagine the joys of trotting to the outhouse on cold, snowy, winter nights. Summers were worse, with flies, stinging insects, and the horrible stench. You became accustomed to the sounds of mud daubers building their nests; knew not to disturb them.
Nobody knew any different. Somehow we survived. Keeping perspective–gasoline was 20 cents per gallon, unless there were gas wars. A sack of candy could be had for a quarter. Consumer goods were cheaper. Wages were considerably less than today.
Would I want to go back? The answer would be a resounding, NO! I like my creature comforts too much. There is no way I’d want to revisit years of teenage angst. I wouldn’t want to restart this blog–either.
I would like, however, to recover time wasted worrying over things, I now know weren’t important. That, and a renewed appreciation for the things I have–that could be taken away should times take a bad turn.