I have recently been shown a couple class pictures from grammar school; and I commented that it was a 100 years age. I am old enough that the kindergarten picture was still in black and white. The advent of color photography apparently happened when I was in the first grade.
But I think back through the fog to those times and it does seems like another world. To my kids it seems that to think that I grew up in the Dark Ages and the Renaissance happened while I was in college. I don’t know where they think the light bulb come in but I am afraid to ask. I tell then I like the book “The World Lit Only By Fire” because I enjoy history and the pessimistic tone of the book soothes me. It is not about my childhood.
But with my netbook I wirelessly type this posting. I checked messages on my Blackberry a couple of hours ago, HD tv’s, microwaves, dvd and thousands of other items we take for granted didn’t exist. Hell I own about 25 or so computers in total now. This is a different world that the one I grew up in. My kids don’t relate any better to my childhood any better that I did to my dads when I was young.
But a hundred years ago in 1910 Taft was President, the US was a rural economy and the Civil War ended 45 years before…
Not quite my childhood but at times seems closer than today.