I’m sorry I won’t be around a hundred years from now.
I’d like to see how it all turns out.
What language most of you are speaking.
What country is swaggering across the globe.
I’m curious to know if your medicines cure what ails us now.
And how intelligent your children are
as they parachute down through the womb.
Have you invented new vegetables?
Have you trained spiders to do your bidding?
Have baseball and opera merged into one melodic sport?
A hundred years….
My grandfather lived almost that long.
The doctor who came to the farmhouse to deliver him arrived in a
horse-drawn carriage.
Do you still have horses?
~David Shumate “A Hundred Years from Now” from Kimonos in the Closet

When the local obituary notices lists someone who had lived nearly a century, I stop to think what societal changes have taken place over those 100 years.

Over the past century, our melting pot country has absorbed a panoply of languages and nationalities, in addition to being the source of plenty of political swagger.

There have been many new medical discoveries and public health measures resulting in longer life expectancy and lower child mortality rates, despite what our swaggering politicos currently say.

Although neither of my parents lived past 90 years of age, when they were born in the early 1920s, rural transportation was primarily horse and buggy, most babies were born at home, antibiotics had not been developed and only smallpox vaccination was routinely administered to children.

Everyone wrote postcards or letters to one another to stay in touch, and photographs were done by professionals.

The moon had not been visited, the web was something your face ran into on a foggy morning, and nuclear referred to a center of a cell.

Oh, and yes, we still have horses.

Not many horses still labor on behalf of humans as they did on a daily basis 100 years ago. Ours have a pretty sweet life here on our farm, living well into their thirties – a century in horse years.

Thinking ahead to a century from now?
So much more will happen that we can’t begin to imagine.

But I hope there will always be horses…