A Different Time

When I saw this topic, my obvious topic would be my Dad’s service in WWII. However, my schedule has been crazy and I wasn’t sure I would be able to do a post at all. It was with much delight that I saw Patricia’s post yesterday about the Wall of Honor at Coopersville High School. What a fantastic idea.


Our weekend was spent at a soccer tournament, and my Monday went from a schedule of madly cleaning before my in-laws arrive later today to pinch-hitting as chaperone on a school field trip. (If you have children, you know you can’t clean too far ahead or you will have to do it twice.)

So instead of writing my blog posts and making my house presentable, I took a tour of the history of Michigan at the Michigan Heritage Park. Around a half mile loop were stations representing various periods in Michigan history. Wigwams from the Ottawa Indians, a fur trader’s fort, a settler’s house, a Civil War camp, a lumberjack’s barracks… and two more: a turn of the century farm house and a Conservation Corps camp.


While each scene was fascinating–each place had a person who talked about the artifacts and the time periods– the last two stood out the most for me.

A couple weeks ago, I was helping my sister with a project that involved gathering family baby pictures. We went through a disc of pictures my dad took on in the early years of my parents’ marriage. My sister pointed out features in the house and things that she remembered that were long gone by the time I arrived. (There is about twenty years  between my sister and me.)

The features of the house at the park and my parents’ house were so similar despite the fifty years difference. Farms with gardens where if you wanted food you had to grow it yourself and then preserve it for the winter. Laundry wasn’t just thrown in a washer and then a dryer. Each piece had to be scrubbed and put through a wringer, then hung on the clothesline to dry. My mom told stories of sixty diapers out on that clothesline.  Visiting the house gave me more pictures to stories I’d heard from my dad a dozen times, helped me remember his voice, and share some of those stories with my kids who never got to meet their grandfather.

The last stop was the Conservation Corps camp. My mom talked about the work of the Corps near her childhood home. they planted trees and she and her sisters would walk by them to see how cute they were. Her family was a large family that struggled during the Depression. If any of her brothers had been old enough, they probably would have joined to help the family.

So I’d like to remember the work my parents did daily in a time where the daily life was harder, yet simpler at the same time.IMG_1346


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SAHM writing romance with at a case of the giggles. Former librarian. Avid reader. Runner.
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11 Responses to A Different Time

  1. jeff7salter says:

    would love to see that Heritage park. Such places have always fascinated me.
    I know what you mean about rushing around and cleaning/straightening. The past Monday I learned my brother (from MD) and my sister (from AL) were swooping in for a 4 day visit. Neither ended up staying here at the house (though we didn’t know it to begin with) because they preferred to stay at a nearby motel. But we spent Mon. & half of Tue. frantically arranging things so as to make it appear we “normally” had a reasonably orderly household. Ha.
    God bless our parents and grandparents who survived the Great Depression and sacrificed during WW2. Those two generations (those were were parents then and also they who were kids then) have a special place in my heart.
    Yeah, washing clothes has come a long way… as has nearly every household chore.

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  2. Violet says:

    Wow! What a cool picture! I see you in your mom and dad, and your brothers and sisters. Cool to remember your parent’s farmhouse. I remember going to the old farmhouse as the new house was being built. What beautiful people.

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  3. J.Q. Rose says:

    Really enjoyed your post. I’m sure the Heritage Park would like to read it too since your visit really brought your parents’ stories to life for you. Love that photo of your parents. I know when I get crabby about laundry and cleaning, I have to remind myself how fortunate we are to have all these amenities to make life much easier than our ancestors could ever dream of..

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  4. I have a clothesline, but almost never use it.My otherwise frugal husband decided that a little more on the electric bill was worth having a wife who wasn’t worn out,(and probably cranky!) I hung many, many clothes on many,many lines.I did my family’s laundry for many years before I got married.
    I am so glad that we can salute your father’s service without it being a true Memorial Day…that he came back and was here to father you, my Dear!

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  5. lisaorchard1 says:

    Great post. I enjoyed it. That picture speaks volumes!

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  6. Patricia Kiyono says:

    What a wonderful picture of your parents! I’d never heard of Heritage Park – it’s not too far away, so I’ll have to check it out, maybe with my grandkids. And yes, things are so much easier for housework!

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