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More farm life
If one tries to compares the
present way of life which we are living now to when I was young, I can assure
you that life then was much harder and boring than today. I am saying this to
you dear readers because you are living in this new and wonderful era of
electronic devices, and you can choose to listen, watch or play with these
electronic devices whenever you please; and in doing so you may be able to
enjoy yourself, and at the same time if you happen to be in a situation like I
was when I was young, you may be able to learn something useful from them, if
you put your mind to it.
But can you imagine a world that
has no man made electronics? A world with not even a single push button devise
that you could amuse yourself with? Then ask yourself, how could one live in a
very isolated environment where silence reigns supreme days after days. I suppose
all this is hard to believe today, but that’s how my farm-life was like when I
was young, and this sort of life I had to endure in my long stay in the farm
during my youth.
In the small farms of those days,
In the small family farms of
those days there was no electricity, so we had no electrical devices of any
sort not even a portable radio to listen to, because those devices had not come
out yet on the market, and even if there had been a portable radio on the market
we would not be able to afford one anyhow.
So, as I grew up and became a
teenager, I started to realize that I was falling behind the rest of the normal
town community; I mean here the way of knowing what was happening in the
community and in the way of expressing my own self clearly. I wanted so badly
to have a radio then, so that at least I could listen to a proper way of
speech, and improve myself in that way, but it was not possible. Therefore I
was stuck in that lonely world, where one is stuck for good with one’s own
company and thoughts day and night.
In the farms there are only a few
people staying and working there, and they just go on about doing their duty.
So they don’t really care to talk to you if you are much younger than them. So,
it is a very lonely place to be in such farms when one is young.
Those people which usually are
staying in the farms don’t talk very much, since in their isolation there is
nothing much to talk about; so, they are used to be taciturn, and there were
days when only a few necessary phrases were exchanged between us; so
conversation was very low indeed. This way of life that I was living could only
result about not being satisfactory for me at all, because I was very young my
needs had to be, that I had to be in a more sociable place in order to learn a
more sociable way of life, and in doing so I would have been able to overcome
some of my personal shyness. So, this staying in the farm when I was young
became later-on a great disadvantage for me, because it only made me grow more
isolated, and in the end it made me feel even more isolated from the rest of
the world; and in this isolation I had to grow. There were lots of times when I
were alone and nobody would be near me to say a single word, and this was
happening to me many days. So in my isolation I would start thinking and
learning things all by myself in my own way, anything at all that came into my
mind, or things that would happen in the farm, and when you are by yourself for
a very long time and think by yourself for a great length of time, you don’t
need to express your thoughts in words to yourself, therefore anything that you
learn may start being stored within your own mind in a different way, you still
learn things, perhaps even more accurate than when you learn with words: The
only drawback is that when you have to speak out, lots of times you would not
know how to start and what to say; not because you don’t know it, since in your
mind there is a very clear picture of it; but because you find it hard finding
the right words to express yourself. So this is one of the great disadvantages,
which I and those youths who were unlucky like me, and which ended up working
in their own families’ farms at a very early age. I am sorry to say it, but
they had to put up with the hard consequences which followed for the rest of
their lives.
I would describe such a farm life
thus:
Because in the farms there are
not many people to talk to, and nothing of much of importance to talk about, so
farmers’ people are usually taciturn; and when you compare this way of life to
the towns’ people way of life you could feel at once the difference. Wherever
you are in small towns people converse a lot with each other, but in the farms
there seems to be a great silence of human voices, not only because there are
not many people to talk to, but also because those people that are there are
not interested in talking very much, unless what they have to say is necessary,
since they are there to do their job and run the farm. So, we who happened to
be living in the farms when we were young, we had to keep ourselves to
ourselves, and this is how and why we became dull when we grew up.
So, whoever has happened to have
lived in the farm as I did would have to become dull, particularly if one was
as young as I was and the few people around me were much older than me, because
as I said those people in the farms were there just to do their jobs, and
therefore they could not and would not care about the young ones’ developing
social skills, because it had nothing to do with the running of the farm, and
also because they didn’t know any better anyhow.
Nowadays, this way of life that I
had to live in the farm when I was young I hate so much, because it made me
then a dull person, not only then but for most of my life, and perhaps I am
still a dull person now; only because we usually were living isolated lives and
we had to keep ourselves to ourselves.
Of my shortcomings I became aware
when I had to leave my farming life behind, since I had to start a different
way of life somewhere else. And since then, right through my entire life I have
tried to catch up with the rest of the community, but it seems to me that I
have never been able to catch up completely.
So, this is the reason why even
today I hate still that way of life in the farms; it is because such a way of
life as I had to live in the farm can only breed dull people; and so was I in
the end; but not only I but also those youths which ended up like me had to
become dull.
But this is not all because;
there were times when we went into town, while we were there we could feel that
some of the town’s people would ridicule us for being what we were, and this
would hurt us very much as it was not our fault for being what we were, as we
were forced to be in this unfair situation.
Dear readers, at this point of
time this is where I would like to stop with this post, there will be more farm
life stories later on, but now let me break away for the time being, because in
my next hub I am breaking away from my farm life, in my post that I would have
liked to call, Crying out loud, because that is the way that I feel right now,
instead I am going to call my post, ‘Hello my world’.
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Genzano it story
More farm life, in my youth
IS TO BE CONTINUED;
Next time with another chapter, Hello world!
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