I shoulda lived in the late 1800's!!!!!!!!!!!!

:) Maybe this is one of the reasons God doesn't let us live for ever. We just couldn't keep up with the changing times. I was borne in 1942 and it seems life was much simpler then. Don
 
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This, and antibiotics. I *may* have survived then as long as I have now. But both my children would not have (apendix), nor my wife (cancer survivor).


Actually in the Wild West many doctors successfully removed appendix and as for cancer I am very glad your wife survived, but even in modern day there is no cure for the terrible disease. Btw I am an avid fan of everything Wild West I have read tons of books and keep up on my history.
 
1910 average life expectancy-46

Infant mortality-20%+

Chances of woman dying in childbirth-more than 10%

Antibiotics-nonexistent. Any cut or nick could be a death sentence.

Biggest killer-pneumonia

Number of houses with indoor plumbing and bathtubs-less than 10%

Amount of paved roads-144 miles

Medical doctors with degrees-none. Most went to medical schools which had horrible reputations, and learned on the job with other doctors.

In light of the above, I would only go back if I had all my shots, my own personal physician, and an unlimited supply of antibiotics and analgesics. Oh, and enough money to have indoor plumbing.

I will freely admit to not being as "tough" as my ancestors, but then, I don't have to be. If I wanted the lifestyle of the 19th century, I could live like the Amish now, and still have all the modern medicine I need. It's much more reasonable for me to go hunting in a remote locale on horseback to experience the "olden days" than it would be to actually live them. Who was it that said that the life of uncivilized man was "nasty, brutish, and short"? I think he was likely correct. Even though I detest the morality of these modern days, I much prefer the lifestyle.
 
I guess I'm right in there with keith44spl and Iggy.

I cowboyed for awhile when I was young and foolish. Spent literally months living in a tent, sleeping in a bedroll.

Was put on my first horse when I was about three. Can't remember it, but my folks took pictures. Because of horses, I've suffered so many broken bones that I probably financed some orthopedic surgeon's last three sports cars. I've been kicked, bucked, and rolled on. I've been under x-ray machines so long that I practically glowed in the dark. I'm just grateful for all of our medical advances. My joints ache in the morning or right before a storm. I still gimp a bit in my left leg after a horse kicked it and broke it many years ago. But, I still have horses and mules. Go figger.

I can still "rough it" now and again when I feel like it. But, I'll be the first to admit, it's hard to beat hot showers, indoor plumbing, home-cooked food, and a soft bed.
 
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This is what I would like to do if somehow God granted it. I know nothing about cameras etc but would learn. I would like to step back in time with good cameras, recording equipment and interview the old mountain men, indians with a interpiter etc. Even the founding fathers and all other types. Get it on film, and see and hear how it really was.

Well, to get it on film, you'd need to take a short step back in time before your bigger one :)
 
1800's would have been ok with me. I might have even got a chance to fight in the Civil War for the CSA.
Or, start my own horse and buggy chain. Call it HorseMax. :D
 
I've suffered so many broken bones that I probably financed some orthopedic surgeon's last three sports cars. I've been kicked, bucked, and rolled on. I've been under x-ray machines so long that I practically have glowed in the dark. I'm just grateful for all of our medical advances. My joints ache in the morning or right before a storm. I still gimp a bit in my left leg after a horse kicked it and broke it many years ago. But, I still have horses and mules. Go figger.


I sure hear that.. I've got 27 broken bones and 22 of them was from critters.
 
Now my personal fantasy. I remember seeing on TV a tale of a Guard tank crew coming to the rescue at the Little Big Horn.

The 7th Is Made Up Of Phantoms, The Twilight Zone, 1963.

I've roughed it for a few days, nothing like Dave, Iggy or others have talked about but enough to know that, while it might sound romantic, I'll stick with modern times. Besides, I have a congenital back condition that has required surgery three times just so I could walk upright and without severe pain. In the 1800's I would most likely have spent a lot of time in what passed for wheelchairs then and lived in horrible pain.

CW
 
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I was camped on the Little Bighorn when Custer and Sittin' Bull had that squabble and went over to complain about the noise!!:eek:
 
About twice to three times a month I get to go back to the 1800s...I shoot Cowboy Action.

BUT...I also get to "survive" and come home to a warm bed in a modern home!

Best of both worlds.

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100+ years from now someone will say they should have been born in the early 21st century... to return to the ruggged individualism and freedom to chose what book to read and what to learn, instead of the Knowledge Chip implanted at birth. Others will point out how horrible it was to live with cancer, diabetes and all the other diseases of those past times.

Meanwhile... the great great great grandchildren of the Gorilla will be issuing Reminders to Wyatt's descendants that politics is a banned topic... (some things never change ;))

small error ... by that time they won't be able to think such things at the rate its going
 
Y'know I've lived like a muskrat, or the poorest of the poor. Let me state emphatically, "Poverty sucks". Showers, toilets, thermostats, electricity, etc. is our reward for blending into the mosaic of human achievement. The closest I came to a violent, horrific death were those times when I shrugged my shoulders at civilization. Now, I'm old, and I've learned my lesson. I think I'll put on a CD, and go to sleep.
 
I am guilty of romanticizing the past - I love going through old photos and imagining what it must have been like back around the 1880s - when freedom was really free.

I remember some remnants of 19th century living when visiting my maternal grandparent's home in Bisbee, Arizona back in the 1940s. They didn't have indoor plumbing; a bowl, pitcher, and chamberpot were standard in their two bedrooms.

So whenever I think I'd like to go back in time, I remember a fixture more or less like this one that was behind my grandparent's home that I was forced to use when we visited.

And that changes my mind...

John

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I am guilty of romanticizing the past - I love going through old photos and imagining what it must have been like back around the 1880s - when freedom was really free.

I remember some remnants of 19th century living when visiting my maternal grandparent's home in Bisbee, Arizona back in the 1940s. They didn't have indoor plumbing; a bowl, pitcher, and chamberpot were standard in their two bedrooms.

So whenever I think I'd like to go back in time, I remember a fixture more or less like this one that was behind my grandparent's home that I was forced to use when we visited.

And that changes my mind...

John

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Dad grew up with those out back - he once said there must have been several unofficial world records for the 60 yard dash set during a Canadian winter...

Always love your photos and travelogues, Paladin.
 
The only thong i cant live without is my DvD player and collection=Shasta included. Other than that, I can get used to eating much more Beef Jerky and Pemmican. :D
 
Well....,durn it. Looks like I've snapped back to reality. Hot showers are pretty important come to think of it. Guess we should put an ad in the WTB section for a reliable time machine.

Hot showers? Back in the Nam if you got a hot shower you were lucky. If they filled your water tanks early in the mourning, That they being me,:) you had a warm shower heated by the sun. Otherwise you got wet and lucky for it. Try a week or two out in the boonies. If someone passed gas it smelled good. Ah the life of an infantry man or a combat engineer. It was the Asian wild west. If you weren't being shot at you were just wet and miserable. Or both. Don't wish for something that is nothing more than a dream. Life then could be real tough.
DW
 
I am guilty of romanticizing the past - I love going through old photos and imagining what it must have been like back around the 1880s - when freedom was really free.

I just want to once hear someone who wants to romanticize going back as anyone but a white man....You know..."when freedom was really free"



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Living 'way back when sounds like fun, or something, but every time I visit an old cemetary and see how many children aged 5 or less are buried there, i'm reminded how "unfun" it would have been. Myself, I'd have been dead at 35 from a bad appendix. Or for sure at 50 from a perforated intestine. Not very appealing. Paraphrasing Steve McQueen in "Tom Horn" - "If you had known how raggedy assed the old west really was, you wouldn't a thought so much of it."
 
Living 'way back when sounds like fun, or something, but every time I visit an old cemetary and see how many children aged 5 or less are buried there, i'm reminded how "unfun" it would have been. Myself, I'd have been dead at 35 from a bad appendix. Or for sure at 50 from a perforated intestine. Not very appealing. Paraphrasing Steve McQueen in "Tom Horn" - "If you had known how raggedy assed the old west really was, you wouldn't a thought so much of it."

Yup. Grandma was born in 1877, 9th of ten children. Of her four oldest siblings, three died before she was born.
 
mike from st pete; Now my personal fantasy. I remember seeing on TV a tale of a Guard tank crew coming to the rescue at the Little Big Horn.[/QUOTE said:
I remember that Twilight Zone episode. 30 cal carbines, M-1's and 1911's did not overcome superior numbers.
 
Sir, whenever I get feeling romantic about stepping back in time, I think of one word:

Dentistry. :eek:

Hope this helps, and Semper Fi.

Ron H.

That was exactly my first thought!

And, when I was younger, I drank and had a big mouth. I seriously doubt I would have made it past 21!
 
I used to feel the same way but as I got older and older those reality checks started kickin' in. The allure of the cool looking guns and the romance of sittin' around a camp fire out on the open range with a pewter coffee pot bubblin' and a pan of beans and bacon filling my nostrils with those aromas mixing with the smells of sage brush. Laying on my back under a blanket with my head resting on my saddle and looking up at a huge full moon and a sky full of squillions of stars. Having my trusty steed for companionship and the peaceful feeling that comes from solitude.

I can close my eyes and see myself pushing my way through bat wing doors into a saloon on some dusty street in some frontier town. Walking up to the bar and ordering a shot of rye. The odor of cigar smoke and the tinkling sound of the piano in the corner adding to the ambiance of the place.

Taking my best gal out for a buggy ride and a picnic by a quiet little stream in the shade of a little stand of willow trees at the waters edge. Cold fried chicken and boiled eggs and unrefrigerated beer.

But the older I get, the more I understand the reality of my existence. For one thing I'm going to be 70 years old in June. I am 99.99999% positive that I'll make it easily and beyond. But one of those realities I've mentioned is that I'd probably have been dead for years had I lived in the mid 1800s.

Even if I'd died of natural causes which could even include something as simple as an abscessed tooth or chicken pox or an infection from a simple cut or injury that got infected and went systemic, I'm sure I'd not have made it as far as I have living in THIS time.

But with my luck I'd probably have died very young. Kicked in the head by a horse or shot by a bandit or what have you.

And I never get very far if I start thinkin' about all the stuff I have that I wouldn't have ever know about if I'd lived back then. One of the main things is air conditioning. I don't see how ANYONE lived around here before that especially trying to sleep at night while sweating like a pig.

But one good thing about living back then; nobody had to put up with the aggravation of a computer or a cell phone!
 
A lot of us tend to romanticize about some other era, and daydream about living in it. But as others have noted, life was harsh and short then, and they definitely didn't have the modern amenities we take for granted...

This thread reminds me of my friend Gino. His parents are from Ischia, a little island about 19 miles off the west coast of Italy. It was very simple and primitive when his parents were growing up there, and Gino tells me they didn't even have electricity until the Germans came during World War II.

When Gino was a kid in New York, growing up in a bi-lingual household, he once asked his Dad what was the Italian word for "toilet".

"I don't know", said his father. "We didn't have one!"

:)
 
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