At the insistence and perhaps ridicule of my friends, I've finally started a blog and hope to appease them and perhaps even make some new friends as well. I've always been known in my little group to be the last to embrace any new technology but always the first to be called on when an old school version of doing anything is needed. A bit archaic, little me. My little sister always jokes that when civilization finally comes to an end, my little urban circle will be gathering at my house because I'm the only one among us who can still grow and put up food, make soap, sew clothes, raise animals and write a letter on real paper in ink. I was fortunate enough to be raised in the country where the nearest neighbor was miles away and to actually receive something advertised on our old black and white Zenith was a treat. Though I'm almost voracious in my need to learn how to make things from odd scraps and delight in anything homemade in my 40's, I would shun all such things in my teen years and think anyone who did as embarrassingly simple and unworldly bumpkins. It's funny how we never see the depth and value of things in our youth until we experience the shallowness and impermanence of them in our mature years. To quote ( perhaps incorrectly) that great observer of the human condition, Mark Twain:
"When I left home at 16, I knew my father to be the most ignorant man alive. When I returned home at 30, I was surprised at how much he had learned in such a short time."
