I imagine if my mom, who is now 83, had kept a journal when she was younger, it would have had an entry something like this on April 7, 1942:
"Today was a great day. Mary Jane and I played games in the yard all day long, coming in only twice when Mother called us in to eat. After supper, Daddy told us a whole bunch of funny stories, and then he said we may be able to drive in to town on Saturday. I'm so excited. He said if we're really good, we might be able to go to a movie. Mary Jane tells me not to get my hopes up because we can't be spending 30 cents like that if we can't afford it. I know she's right, but I still hope we can.
"Mother got a letter from a friend from way over in Indiana, and she read it to us three times. After we washed up and got ready for bed, we listened to the radio, but only for a short time because we don't have electricity, you know. Now, with only the light of a small candle, I write this note and say my prayers. I hope tomorrow will be as much fun as today. I wish for the health and happiness of my wonderful parents. And, most of all, I pray that God will one day give me naturally curly hair the way Mary Jane does. She is so beautiful."
Okay, so maybe this is pretty deep thought for a six-year-old, but you get my point.
A slower pace can be the good life. So perhaps we're being reminded of that right now.
It is the stuff dreams are made of.
That...and naturally curly hair, of course.
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(That's Mom, second from the right, between Joan and Donna Buell, and behind her younger sister Betty. And on the left, with the naturally curly hair, that's Mary Jane)