Stories have always been a part of my life. I listened to my grandmother tell stories about her life growing up in Utah in the late 1800's and early 1900's. I've always been amazed at what these early Americans went through. We complain about such meaningless stuff. They lived without electricity, in door plumbing, no cars, phones, tv's, computers etc. Family meant every thing to them. They worked as a unit to survive.
Today's family unit, seems to go in multi directions away from each other. Each is wrapped in his or her own electronic gadget. Even the smallest child seems to be engrossed in it's own little world.
I love having a computer. It keeps me in touch with my family. I can see pictures of my grandbaby 300 miles away. I can chat in real time with any of my kids. I can share my stories here. Is our time better or worse than the previous one? I really can't answer that. There are many things I would not want to return to, but sometimes I think the world just gets smaller and smaller, all the while getting noisier and noisier.
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