Im not that old, but remember party lines, drawing water from the well, outhouses, butchering hogs when it got cold, open range cattle, seeing hogs and dogs through cracks in the floor of an old sawmill house, corn cribs, taters in the cellar, granny canning everything imaginable, whiskey stills, working ground and skidding logs with mules and horses because you could, carbide lights for coon hunting, filing the tips off of GI 06 ammo so it wouldnt pencil through a deer, making sure the "signs are right" when cutting a hog or calf, great grandpa milking his jersey and great grandma churning for butter, knowing which neighbors wouldnt make it to church when the river got up, drinking out of snuff jars, gigging with a lantern tied on the front of a cypress flatbottom, not going anywhere after it rained because the roads fell apart, feeding my pony extra when i really worked him hard, patches on clothes, hauling livestock in the back of trucks, working in the garden, seeing the first round baler in the county, pet coons and deer, getting lost night hunting and letting the reins down to get home, weevils getting in the flour, blackstrap in metal paint cans, barefoot almost always...the good old days.