Back in the days of old

Everyone has a story it seems. Lately I have made it part of my daily life to get to know the pain and struggles of others past and present. I have taken a specific likening to listening to stories from the elders of our time. Soaking in every bit of what their lives have been like and where they came from. It is so intriguing to me. I don't quite know why, but it is. It could be that they are from what seems to be such a different frame of life. We all have a frame around our lives which creates a border, if you will, around a picture of what we are all about. Their pictures seem to be so much more appealing than the ones we have come to see now a days. They paint an image of hard work, hard lives, and good old salt of the earth people. History has always been entertaining to me, but in the way of hearing peoples story and how they ended up where they are now. Being a 23 year old you wouldn't think that out of a room full of young adults that I would probably be found sitting in the back having a conversation with the only person over 70 about how much things used to cost compared to what they do now. I love it though. I love the generation of my grandparents and my great grandparents. There is so much wisdom to be given out before they are gone. I think they enjoy me a bit too. When you are interested in someones life who has not had anyone in a while you are good for their soul. Every ones soul needs a little bit of soothing once in a while....what better way to do that than finding a new friend in someone you never expected.