I had one of those conversations with one of the daughters yesterday. 'Did you have a car, when you were my age?' she asked. For a moment I thought this was an 'I'm 16 tomorrow, so it's time to be saving up for the following year,' type hint, but in fact she meant did we have one in the family. It must, she mused (as I drove her back home from an after-school event) be difficult to manage without a car.
As it happens, we did have car, even when I was young, but it got me thinking about what we didn't have in the first few years of my life, including:
- A fridge or freezer (until 10)
- Central heating (until 11)
- Duvets (until 15)
- A colour TV (until 15)
- A TV remote (until 12, and that had a wire)
- Computers (ever)
- Internet (ever)
- Mobile phones (ever)
- Microwave (ever)
- Dishwasher (ever)
- Garden furniture (ever)
The wonder of nostalgia means I can even think of aspects of not having central heating that were appealing. The excitement of waking up to find frost on the inside of the windows. Even now, when I'm ill, I pine for a fire in the bedroom, which we only used to have when someone was ill. (Of course, I conveniently forget how COLD it was anywhere except a few feet from the fire.) But realism says that even if all those things don't make me happy, I would miss them now. (Except, possibly, the garden furniture.) A blog, for instance, wouldn't be the same, hand written and stuck up in the window of the house. So, on the whole, I approve of progress.
Despite appearances in the photo, we didn't live in a field, that was taken up on t't moors. Sadly, yes, that is me with my Dad.