Carbs & Jesus

 

 

It was a beautifully sunny yet icy cold afternoon in SK.  The scene was a quaint restaurant downtown Saskatoon with a few of my favourite ladies.   I started off the conversation with “do you girls ever read the obituaries?”, and I could see in my girlfriends expressions they were thinking “omg Anna, what next?”.  Let me explain. I don’t scan the obituary column daily, but when I get my hand me down copy of our hometown newspaper I still like to have a quick browse and see the latest goings on.  When there is an obituary of a senior resident that I remember from my childhood I like to read their story,  because these farmers and farmers wives have incredible stories.  In my mind they are some of the toughest souls out there. Not that they have climbed Kilimanjaro or anything,  but I think what they have endured would take much more endurance.  We are talking wars, depressions, loss of infant children, epidemics without advanced medical care.  They literally had to work to stay alive.  They endured challenges that this generation couldn’t comprehend. I know I would have turtled into a ball in the corner. Yet some of these Grandmas and Babas lived to the ripe old age of 89 and still sat smiling in their rocking chair to the end.  I would have been freaking exhausted.  

I wanted the antidote. What was their secret to longevity?  The only consistent answer I can come up with is that they ate a bowl of porridge every morning and had a strong faith.  And that’s when the redhead at the table exclaimed  “carbs & Jesus”!  Funny but true! 

What would Grandma think of our lives now, the way we live, raise our children, cook our meals, etc.  Would she think, wow you are so lucky to be able to virtually run your household from your mobile device.  Or would she think, holy moses I could never keep up with your calendar, list of to-do's and vegan recipes. And exactly how much did you spend on this coffee?  Maybe their days were simpler in the fact that they had fewer "ideal expectations" to meet, but the tasks they had involved some serious grit. If I had to do laundry by hand or make bread without the machine, I would be unavailable to the world.  But now we have all sorts of modern day technologies to assist us in every task.  We have everything we need to make our lives easier, yet we aren’t sitting with our feet up and living the good life.  I would wager we have more anxiety, more depression, more stress, more exhaustion and more failing bodies.  

We can easily agree that life was hard back then, but we could also agree that life is hard now.  Obviously the definition of hardships has changed a little since the 30’s. I can’t even predict what life will be like for my daughters, but I hope that they will be wise enough to see that having a lot of possessions isn’t a ticket on the easy train. Hard work is required.  Stamina is required.  Faith and love is required for a life well lived. 

I guess what I am wondering is what can we learn from those that came before us? And how can we combine that to balance out what we know now.

Work hard, keep the faith and re-introduce carbs.  

Words to live by.

xo

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