Grandma Stricklan's handwriting on her old photos.
The part in a book that describes the social clubs a mining town in Northern England supported for the first half of
Wearing Grammy's cheetah skirt from her high school/college days.
Stupid Instagram feeds of the English countryside.
Downton Abbey, Foyle's War, Maisie Dobbs, Agatha Christie, Nancy Drew.
Making and delivering apple butter.
L. Tom Perry being 90 years old.
Sheena's mountain pictures.
In one of my favorite classes at BYU, we read a photocopied essay written after the industrial revolution that outlined the problems with all this sudden progress. It suggested a return to a simpler, agrarian way of life, one more connected to the land and to our community. Obviously, we smart students were supposed to see the intellectual holes in the argument. Obviously we weren't supposed to agree with it. Obviously I was pretty quiet in class that day.
Obviously, I'm glad I live now and here when hard times are about seventy three times easier than most easy times have ever been. But there is something, even if it's partially fictional, from back then that I need/want/think about/get sentimental about a lot.