Growing up on the edge of farm fields at the outermost regions of the burbs, I experienced life in a more traditional sense. Sundays were for church, not once but twice on our day of rest, and Saturdays often were filled with the smell of baked bread, cookies, or cakes. Weeding a large garden was part of life, and canning the goods filled our autumns. Winters brought pheasant hunting and snowmobiling, and hanging clothes out on a line did not provoke the neighborhood board to hone in on you. Not all was good in memory lane, but life was indeed more simple, and these skills were passed down to the children.
There seemed to be an important change in the past couple decades, though. The beautiful, rich soil of farm fields was tilled over for a very busy suburb filled with bottleneck traffic jams, computers entered our lives at every turn, and restaurants popped up everywhere. Somehow between then and now, mothers became 'too busy' to pass on domestic skills. Many in today's young generation were raised without knowing how to boil an egg or bake a loaf of bread. Now that I'm a nana, I'd like to set aside space, both in time and my 'puter, to pass down skills not taught, while incorporating today's technology . . . thus my life in blogging begins.
