For myself, a village is only a village if it has the following, a fish shop, the post office, the bakery and of course the corner grocery shop that is also part chemist shop. In my village this is as it was. However having travelled this last week I discovered that time has changed beyond the village and such villages are now a rarity and few like this exists now.
I feel this is a great pity. Mostly because it means if the village I am originally from is old fashioned then that means it is old which also indicates I am old as well. My pipe and white hair generally give this fact away mind you!
Only recently have I realised how old fashioned things are lesser nowadays. The vehicles have all changed, the styling truly modernised. I can remember the old Rollers, now to me that was a car. I always dreamt of owning one and by the time I did it was out of fashion.
Back to my village, developers have moved in closer in recent years. The once outer green fields are now housing estates and to me though it is progress, as my dear mother used to say, it isn't necessarily good progress.
It saddens me that one day my lovely little village, my home even may be developed, altered and destroyed. All that history gone, swept away like a footprint when the tide comes in. It's like one lovely cottage that belonged to the Morgan's. They were a lovely family, we were quite close and then the children grew up and moved away and Peter and Margaret Morgan passed and within a few years that cottage was gone and now there stands a housing estate. Only the locals, the originals like myself and my good Lady are aware that the Morgan's ever existed and their cottage with the thatched roof.
I suppose this must be the part of my autism that can't understand change. I see all these changes before me and I accept it, I would be a fool not to as time does change things but I certainly don't like it.
As time ticks by things are getting old fashioned, people are becoming old fashioned as the younger ones become modern.
This evening I have been smoking my pipe, listening to my records and pondering all of this. It hasn't got me anywhere mind but it has been an intriguing time of thinking of the past and how much time has passed by.
