A Century From Now

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…

Aunt Lois, nearly 100
Aunt Betty, age 99
Great Grandma Elna, age 88
Great Grandpa Harry holding baby Emerson, photo by mama Abby Mobley
Great Grandma Emma, granddaughter Andrea, great-grandson Zealand
my paternal grandparents in the early 1910s
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The Summer Was Immense

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Lord: it is time.
The summer was immense.

Let fall your shadows on the sundials,
upon the fields let loose your winds.

Command the last fruits to be full;
give them just two more southern days,
Press them to completion, and chase the last
sweetness into the heavy wine.

Who has no house now – he will never build.
Whoever is alone now, long will so remain;
will stay awake, and read, and write long letters
and wander the alleys up and down,
restless, as the leaves are drifting.
~Rainer Maria Rilke

 

 

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As summer slowly winds down over the next few days, fatigue is settling like a fog over all things.  After months of immense energy and growth and flourish and heat, there is now weariness and dryness and wilting.

A good rain yesterday helped ready us for the change.  We who are thirsty had a good slurp and still beg for more.  Restless, we are loosening like tired leaves, preparing to lose our grip and be freed to drift, landing softly wherever the next breeze will take us.

 

 

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