Days of Yore

Think back, way back
  to days of yore
The simplest things today
  were such demanding chores

Bake bread from scratch
  Slaughter a chicken
Salt it and drain the blood
  Fetch the well-water
Trudge through rain and mud

Sew and knit all your clothes
  Cut the firewood and keep it lit
Wash and press laundry by hand
  Eke out a living from stubborn land

We often say that life was less complex back then
  ~ Though we can't tell a chicken from a hen
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Krutsinger Avatar
October 13, 2020 at 8:14 PM
Can we imagine spending our day on these tedious things? I cannot and yet they did.
Cunningham Avatar
October 9, 2020 at 3:19 AM
Trouble with all these new fangled mod cons is that it makes you lazy. Used to love my walks to the tv to change the channels lol. Tom
Wolf Avatar
October 9, 2020 at 11:13 AM
I used to get even more exercise than you, Tom. I'd walk over to my TV and kick it in the shins!! lol. Of course, not since 1978 when I gave up TV for reality. (And that's true too). :) gw
Welch Avatar
October 8, 2020 at 7:31 PM
And we never had time to feel unsatisfied or get stuck inside our heads, we were too darn busy staying alive! Nice perspective.
Wolf Avatar
October 8, 2020 at 7:55 PM
Precisely. The more leisure, the more psychiatrists, I always say. Of course, 'you' give me your money, and I'll give you my problems... Peace and Serenity, Gershon
Rodrigues Avatar
October 8, 2020 at 6:28 PM
Perhaps they were more satisfied. Truly savoring a meal and a dance.
Wolf Avatar
October 8, 2020 at 6:58 PM
So true, Kim. The simple pleasures are too often forgotten today in the rush for --- what, exactly? Great point! Thanks, Gershon
Laurie Avatar
October 8, 2020 at 5:08 PM
G’day Gershon … I recall carting and stacking bales of hay as one example. After fourteen hours the body was spent, but then it happened again the next day - thanks for the memories Gershon - Lindsay
Wolf Avatar
October 8, 2020 at 5:53 PM
Myself, I couldn't take the work in the cowsheds in my mid-20's. The smell in the sheds, the heat baling the hay. Not as tough as you, I guess. The fruit orchards were more to my liking. G'day! :)
Fowler Avatar
October 8, 2020 at 4:40 PM
LOL Gershon. I remember those days fondly, but then when we go camping, I miss the conveniences we have now after about 5 days. ;) Linda PS: I do still bake bread from scratch on occasion :) PPS: We raised chickens...I can tell.
Wolf Avatar
October 8, 2020 at 5:52 PM
Ha, ha! I used to work on a farm where I had to load up chickens for market. Not my favorite animals!! Smiles, Gershon
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