Can the average person even comprehend a time when you could go the whole day without getting any outside information or talking to anyone? A man would go to work in the morning and not have any contact with his wife untl he came home. You might communicate with a sibling at Christmas and on birthdays, and that was it.
Yes, I can comprehend that quite well. I lived so far back in the sticks growing up that we got yesterday's newspaper. We pumped in sunshine, and pumped out moonshine. The world is flat, and I can prove it because I lived right out on the edge. It was 26 miles one way to school, all the way across the county, meaning at least an hour and a half on a school bus. I had perfect attendance all but one year, simply because missing school and being home was not a good option. We didn't have a phone, and only had 2 1/2 channels on TV (3 if I went out and turned the antenna). The television NEVER got turned on until after the supper dishes were washed. Late night, if I could get away with it, I'd tune into the old AM radio super stations WLS in Chicago or KNOR in New Orleans to listen to music my folks didn't like. My mother got the first riding mower after I went to college to cut the four acres of grass I used to cut with a 22" push mower. The most I had to do on weekends was cut grass or watch it grow. Sports? Yeah, right, that was hunting and fishing to put meat in the freezer, and hope the power didn't go out long enough to ruin everything we'd put in. We bought sandwich bread, flour, sugar, milk, and a very few snacks for my school lunches at the Navy PX in the nearest large town that had a Navy Base. Otherwise, if we couldn't catch it, grow it, or steal it, we didn't have it. We were taught once a month not to steal by the circuit preacher that came to our little church on every 4th Sunday. That limited our procurement options some. Sometimes, we had church services twice in the same month. The best part about those Sundays was going to a small town nearby that had an ice cream bar with soft serve, and then going to watch the tug boats locking through on the Tombigbee river while we ate the ice cream. We were so poor, we couldn't even pay attention. And I thought I had it rough back then. I just wish I could get back to that simple way of living now. I had no idea how precious that peace and tranquility was. I left there just before I turned 18, slapping my knees outta my face. I didn't care where I went, as long as it was AWAY from there. I put myself through college, without any student loans that I expected someone else to pay back for me, got my degree, became an engineer, thinking I was headed for a better life, and that I'd never look back. I was wrong, and it's no small task for me to admit that. I've spent most of my life trying to make sure I was right. I'm not as poor as I was, but I can't say I have a better life than I had then either. It certainly isn't nearly as simple as it was when I had to ride a mile one way on my bicycle to get the Sunday paper from the nearest neighbor that actually subscribed to it. I had firewood to get in, corn to pick (by hand), gardens to plant, chickens to feed, cows to round up, fences to mend, a plow horse that was ornery as ****, and 17 hunting dogs that depended on me for their supper. I had no idea just how good I had it. The good part about it was knowing what to expect, what to do, and HOW to do it all. I was grown way beyond my years, and didn't know it. If you think I'm exaggerating, I can give you GPS coordinates of every place mentioned above.