Going back in time, born to two wonderful people with love for each other, I think about how it must have been when they were young and not having the things that I have now in my generation.
Having to do without some meals just to make what they had last a little longer. Having to use the outhouse during the day and a chamber pot at night when the weather was just too bad to go outside. Getting water from the creek to drink, wash dishes and clothes, or — if lucky enough to have one — a well they had to dig to have water near or in the house.
Sleeping on a feather mattress and pillows when you went to bed. Walking down the road to see the neighbors, as there was no other transportation unless you used a horse or mule to ride. Neighbors were far apart and sometimes it would be weeks before you saw another person. Working the soil with a harrow or shovel to loosen it up so you could plant your garden.
That was what it was. But with each generation, new thoughts brought new ways to improve the way they had to live.
The light bulb was invented and electric light came on in homes to see with and to use for everyday chores. But that was not enough because men and women wanted more.
Soon there were washing machines to do the wash with, and ice boxes to store ice in so food could be preserved. New types of stoves were made so you could keep warm and cook great food. Automobiles were made that could go 10 miles an hour, and people were able to get out more and see more people and be able to trade with others the things they made or grew.