My wife had been explaining how PE was when she was in school. Comparing it to today. Explaining to my daughter the differences. And that is when the world came crashing down … “Mom,” the little 8-year-old said in a dignified manner, “we don’t do it like you did in the 1900s.” Ka-Blammo! The 1900s. At first I got a chuckle out of it. “Haha, honey. The kid just called you an old person from the … Hey! Wait a minute. I’m from the ‘1900s!’” My daughter smiled. I don’t think she realized what she had done. How she had wrecked our worlds. I mean, dang, the kid was right. We were from the 1900s. She was from the 2000s. A child of the future. We were old-timey pioneer folk from the distant past. “Ma, could you run outside and fetch a pail of water while I change the oil on the family cow?” I felt like I should be sitting in a straw hat talking about life during the dust bowl. “Yeah, sonny, it was literally a bowl, and it was made out of dust. We ate our cereal from it.” “Quick! Look it up on your iPad. What’s the old coot talking about?” The 1900s. He’s talking about the far away 1900s. No, no, my wife and I reasoned. The 1900s refer to that period before the 1910s. Right? A mere decade. The 1900s shouldn’t lump together decades and decades of people like we do with the 1800s, … Continue reading Remembering the long-ago 1900s