For most of us remembering the good old days takes us back to somewhere between our 10 th and 30 th birthdays -
Do we look back because life was any easier then.? Not to us it wasn’t - school work, homework, chores, parents, getting a job.
No, we look back because we remember the good times with our friends, our first love, our many ‘adventures’, the sense of security.
We now have a greater understanding of how less complicated life used to be - no bills, no mortgage, no kids, no down sizing, no mad cow (etc).
We remember it as a simpler time - the age of discovery, the birth of dreams., our strive for freedom.
If I could return in time and relive those days would I? I don’t think so
But on a warm summer day I still like to lay down on a quiet grassy knoll, stare up at the blue sky, watch the fluffy clouds float by - and drift away to the “good ol’ days.”
This new homestead is where Lin and I, 20 years later, would join them and begin our new adventure of living with the “last of the pioneers”.