Once upon a time people spent evenings singing songs. They played musical instruments. They danced. Once upon a time people worked on fine arts after the daily work was finished. They embroidered masterpieces. They knit and whittled and created. Once upon a time people shared stories. They gathered around the hearth and passed tales of fact and fiction and somewhere in that gray area between down from generation to generation. Once upon a time people sat on the porch. Children ran in the grass. They breathed in fresh air. Once upon a time people read books. They had parlors and libraries instead of media rooms and man caves. Once upon a time people spent time together without getting the perfect selfie, updating their status, or even glancing at a screen. Once upon a time people listened to one another. They learned from one another. Once upon a time people sat together and were actually together. Once upon a time.
Don't let the man get you down- that still happens! I mean, not everyone, but some people! Everyone else is just like that mean family that Laura Ingalls lives with when she teaches school, in These Happy Golden Years maybe?
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