The Last Furlong

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How did we live then

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Once upon a time there was no benefits safety net for people on hard times – only charities that were doing good works for the poor.

There were no computers, no Internet, no printing as we know it now – only old clattering Gestetner machines or old typewriters churning out copies with carbon paper.

There was no e mail. People wrote letters on paper. Oh, how I hated that.

There was no Photoshop,  no mobile phones, no camera aware society, no selfies, no videos. No surveillance cameras watching us, no policing via body-worn videos.

Medicine had no diagnostic machines. X Rays were considered the latest technology. Kids like me had our feet X Rayed to see if our shoes fitted properly.

There was weather guessing rather than weather science. We never worried about space weather distorting our magnetic field or coronal mass ejections. We knew nothing about the Carrington event.

In homes there was no central heating, only primitive washing machines and Hoovers, no tumble dryers or dish washers.

Every village, town and city worried about its own problems. Now we have global stress. Stress which we can feel as instantaneous personal emotion as it comes to us from the TV, twitter and the media.

How did we live then?

We lived at a slower pace. There was less sense stimulation,  and more time to stop and go inwards, even if it was whilst polishing the floor. But were we happier?

I don’t know.

I prefer things as they are now.


Author: Elizabeth

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.. I'm retired, going into Old Age and loving my life. I'm hoping to remain happy and well for as long as possible. Old Age is not SO bad - yet!

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