Living the old days

What would it be like to live a hundred years ago? Exhausting from the constant work or would we be used to it?

Having to get up with the sun and make a fire just to cook. Spending part of our days gathering wood for the fire. Other parts would be for collecting food to feed to children.

I sit here, waiting for the water to boil for coffee wondering if I could return to the old days. If I had strength enough to survive cold winters without the luxury of a whole-house heater. Or, the a/c that keeps my home a constant cool temperature.

Recently, I was playing around with my children and injured my knee. It hurts like nothing else towards the end of the day. Combine that with my back problems and would I be able to live as they did years ago? Or, what about being allergic to bees? That could fell me faster than a bear on the loose. I stand a chance of hiding, shooting or climbing a tree with a bear. One bee sting and it is time to bury me.

I have been thinking a lot about taking a guided tour of the mountains. One that lasts days and there is no shelter but what you make or find. Perhaps with horses to keep from walking miles and hurting myself. They had horses back then! I am thinking about 3 or 4 days out and about with no civilization close.

Or, perhaps, finding an old house out in the hills and moving my family there. Away from all the towns and cities. Obviously with in a days’ drive for necessities (and perhaps close enough to my boys’ school), but starting over in a new place. An empty place. Very few people or none at all.

Wouldn’t that be ideal? Living simply and without too many extras that sidetrack and confuse.

Just a thought.

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Thank you for listening,

Naia.

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2 thoughts on “Living the old days

  1. There was a reality show, like wife swap or something, and these people did that. They lived in the middle of nowhere, in a special house they built, limiting electricity, the woman had to get up every four hours to feed the fire, the kids were home schooled and they went to town rarely to get the things they needed.

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