Just recently my mother passed away a couple moths shy of 98 years. What does that have to do with how we live? Well, mom was born on a gold claim on the Canadian border. I have a photo taken in 1917 of my grandparents and aunt julia holding mom who was two at the time standing in front of the log house where mom was born. The interesting thing is the double-barrel shotgun leaned against the log wall within easy reach. I came from pioneer stock. I guess I'm the only one in the family that still has it.
I have never fit into society, even as a child. Not that I haven't tried, but I was never able to succeed. As far as the modern world is concerned, I am a failure. My happiest time as a child was were when we would go camping for two weeks every summer. We camped all over the west. On top of mountains, in the badlands, dry creek beds that flooded during the night, up in the Northwoods.
Most of our relatives were farmers, some continued to use horses until 1960. We would go out to the farms and ride the horses, walk through the manure barefoot- call that fertilizer- must be why I'm 6'4", fight wasps in the outhouse, etc... Typical stuff for the times.
Both sets of grandparents were very old fashioned. Mom's more than Dad's. Mom's folks had a kerosene lamp in the bedroom and a chamber pot. They continued to live the way they did when they were young. They were comfortable with the old ways. I learned a lot from my grandparents without realizing it. Do you know why the old table knives had such a wide blade? Because it was used to eat with instead of a fork. There were so many little things like that. How to can, make decent coffee, butchering, gardening (My dad and grandfather were fantastic), how to cook game, make sausage, how to choose the best chicken at the market (look for yellow fat), what old breeds were the best to raise. It was all knowledge that was commonplace at one time. We have lost so much by relying on stores and corporations for every need.
to be continued.....