The Good Ole Days

I’ve been watching just like anyone else and this is what’s likely going to happen. I was born on a farm. We were as poor as some of the dirt we planted in. We had a horse, mule, and a cow. My granddad plowed fields with the mule until he found a way to buy a small farm tractor. We got our milk/butter from the cow. We raised hogs and had hog killin’s where afterward the smokehouse would be full of meat and lard for cooking for a while. Venison may have been in there too. We had chickens for both eggs and chicken fried or with dumplings.

My Granddad, Grandmother, My dad, and his two sisters standing in a tobacco field

We had no running water. Just a shallow well with a handpump sitting on top with a quart jar of water next to it to prime it when we needed water. We had a “slop jar” in the house during the winter when it was too cold to run outside to the outhouse. Our house wasn’t built already wired for electricity. That came after the Co-op came along putting in power lines. The drop lines to our house resembled more of an extension cord.

We heated the house with a pot-bellied stove. A/C? Nope. No such thing. Perhaps an oscillating fan that mom and dad got at night. We sweat it out in our beds. Or in the winter it was two or three handmade quilts from my Aunt Lottie’s quilting bees. She was the only one in the neighborhood with a room big enough for a quilting frame.

We ate vegetables and such, like potatoes, collards, peas or beans during the week. Meat was a Sunday thing. During the summer I went barefooted. Shoes were for cold weather or goin’ ta town and Sunday church. We had one car and between my dad and his dad we had a pickup to haul farm stuff.

The store up at the end of the road from my home

And you know. . . I was happy. I didn’t know better and still, I was fine with it. A big reset in our economy is more likely than not to put us right back to those “good ole days”. I can live with it because I have lived with it. It’s gonna hurt these last couple of generations, though, I’m quite sure.

About Jim

I'm a 71 yr old guy, who had worked in Naval Hospital Camp Lejeune for 28 yrs and now retired as of 31 Dec 16. I've worked in medical records, Health Benefits Department, Billing, the IT department and retired as the Personnel Security Manager for the hospital. I'm a musician and Corvette enthusiast. Yes, I have had two. I traded my second Corvette for a Harley Davidson Fat Boy mid-summer 2019. I've already ridden about seven thousand miles. I'm also searching for a fresh new outlook on life with new spiritual insight among other things. I was ordained a minister on 20190202. I've become certified with the American Chaplaincy Association through Aidan University in June '21. I'm the Director of Emerge Chaplain's Response Team. I've found that with the unconditional love of my companion, Libby Rowe life is complete through God. She's a beautiful, vibrant, giving woman who gives her all in everything she puts her mind to do. She and I married on 24 July 2015. She was ordained in February 2022. She has a blog too called Under a Carolina Moon. Give it a visit.
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