B. F. Socaspi
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LizzieMaine said:Actually, I think for a lot of people this is exactly what they mean when they say they'd prefer the "simpler life" of the Era. Not the poverty and the frustration that was so common, certainly, but just less of an emphasis on pointless irrelevant *stuff.*
There was certainly the first inklings of a consumerist culture rising up in the twenties, but even at its worst it was nothing like today -- and the Depression and then the war pretty much halted its development in its tracks until the fifties came along. Before that, people were simply *not as defined by their posessions* as cultural pressures insists that they be now.
If we live in a culture that defines the good life by how fashion-coordinated your telephone is with your pocketbook, and which tries to tell us that there really is a meaningful and substantive difference between the forty-seven different kinds of bread at the grocery store, and which constantly bombards us with the idea that we must spend our entire lives locked into the mindset of acquisitive sex-obsessed adolescents or somehow we're missing out on all that life has to offer, then frankly, it's amazing to me that there aren't more people looking to drop out of it all.
This is pretty much precisely how I feel.
My Pop Pop's mother and father were Italian immigrants who didn't speak a lick of English. My great-grandfather was a milkman, my great-grandmother didn't work. The most expensive thing they owned was the horse my great-grandfather delivered milk with. Yet they raised a son who was accepted into medical school at age 16, and who - had he chosen to - could have just as easily become a concert pianist.
They had nothing, but that was okay. He was brought up in a much different way than my siblings and I have been. It was more of a communal upbringing. Whereas I don't know the name of any of my neighbors (except a really nice couple in their 70's or so) because they're stuck up enough to call the cops on us for playing baseball in the road, my Pop-pop was brought up by the entire neighborhood. Everyone was family, for better or for worse, and everyone looked out for one another.
When I yearn for the simplicity of those times, it is not without acknowledging the hardships; in fact, these brought out precisely what I wish I could experience. Human solidarity was tangible, not a pipe dream, and I think a lot of that is owed to the fact that they did not have SUVS, backyard pools, 3 car garages and a TV in every room.