A Day Back in Time [Visiting Historical Appomatox Virginia]

Today, I ventured back to the 1860’s with my family . . . 

We arrived at the historic Appomattox Court House of Virginia, the site that marked the beginning of peace and reunion, after the nation’s largest war. Everything was made to look like back in the day. Even the people working dressed the part and told stories to those visiting.

As we walked the streets of the reconstructed town, a strange feeling came over me . . .

I’ve never been too excited about learning history, but I was suddenly very curious and interested in all the details of the homes and those who lived in them. My eyes were drawn to the styles and colors of the clothing, bedding, and the furniture. I loved seeing the way they cooked, the wood burning stoves, and all the large pots and pans they used. The “General Merchandise Store” was really neat, seeing what they sold. . .  the old tools, medicine, spices, fabrics, and so much more! To them, it was probably like our Walmart, but sooooooo much smaller! I also noticed how small the rooms were, compared to homes today. Even the furniture… the desks, chairs, and the beds appeared so tiny. The slave quarters were ever smaller, and only had the bare essentials.

Everywhere I looked there was an absence of clutter. No one seemed to own too many “things” back then.

Two words came to mind as I thought about our visit: simple and practical. Oh, and very quaint . . .  except the slave quarters, that made me sad to see how they lived, and to know what they must have endured. 

Right outside these poor little homes, was a lovely tree that took my breath away. It had such a beautiful shape! I couldn’t resist to take a photo. We paused a moment under the tree . . .

Thoughts and questions swirled around my mind . . . 

I turned to my daughter and asked,

“Can you imagine how strong these people were? They didn’t have the modern conveniences we have, and yet they survived, and thrived, despite the hardships. They had no running water in the homes, no electric light, they used “out houses”, and they sewed all their clothes. The list could go on and on. And the slaves had even less.”

She responded, “They were probably so much stronger than most of us.” 

Then I thought…

I wonder if they knew how strong they were? They cried the same tears we cry, and struggled with the same emotions. And yet they were so strong. . . most of them probably had no idea. I wish I could tell them. 

Maybe in a hundred years, as technology advances more and more, people will look back on our generation and say how strong we were.  

Strong . . . hmmm . . . I like that thought. I don’t often think of myself as “strong.” My family is strong, my friends are strong. Our generation is stronger than they know. 

We’re driving home now, while I’m typing on my iPad. I’m back in the 21st century, and I’m thinking about how fast I’ll be able to eat by using my microwave when I get home. I’m starving! 

We’re so lucky to have all these conveniences. Or are we? There’s something within me that longs for more SIMPLICITY.

Now that I think about it, maybe I’ll slow down, and cook a meal from scratch. I haven’t done that in a while.

Until next time! 



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