For as long as I can remember, I have wished that I could travel through time. I fell in love with “A Wrinkle in Time” when I was in the fifth grade, and the whole time travel idea has consumed me ever since.
Of course, I don’t have any real desire to travel into the future. I mean, I’ll be dead by then. Why would I go there?
But I love history. I would so love to go back in time! I’d love to see what my little town looked like 100 years ago. I would love to visit my little New England town in the days of horse drawn carriages and small farms.
Sometimes, on lovely spring days, I drive to Concord and walk along the Battle Road, wishing that I could see it on the morning of April 19th, 1775. Wouldn’t that be something?
So I guess I should be happy that so many of our political leaders are trying to do their best to bring us back into those days of yore.
If we go back in time, to where these politicians want to take us, we can once again enjoy the days where religion trumped science.
We can once again enjoy those happy, simple times, where children are born whether or not there is someone there to take care of them and whether or not they are wanted. We can enjoy the lovely days when children came down with measles and mothers were able to nurse them back to health, if they didn’t die. If we are lucky, and the current trend continues, we may be able to once again delight in the pleasures of diphtheria. Maybe we’ll even meet “dropsy” once again.
And I guess I’m going to be able to enjoy the days of the Old West, too, since it looks like pretty soon every American will own a gun. And will be able to carry that gun under his jacket and walk with it into the local school and library and office and state house.
What a thrill.
I don’t know how my children and grandchildren will feel about all this, but at least this history buff is going to get her time travel thrill!