I love hearing from others in letters or on their blogs of their childhood, growing up in the country.
My life was of simple chores like waking up and making my bed. I am amazed at what country children did especially in the 1930's, having to work in fields, helping Mom because Dad had to work in the city after his farming duties, to make a few more dollars.
My husband was a country boy and did just those things. The only "farming" I ever did was to help my Dad with a Victory Garden during the war and to me it was fun, fun, fun.
I am reading a book by another Diane Yates called Clella. It is a story about country people and the depression. Mainly about the authoress's mothers life. So interesting, I could hardly put the book down. I grew up during some of those years and it amazes me how they survive. Me, I was spoiled.
There is a lot to be said about each, country living verses city life. In the South I feel more homey things are taught, or at least were. Things like quilting, wood working, baking bread. No, I don't mean like Abraham Lincoln reading by candlelight.
I, being a City girl grew up with houses one after another, no acreage. A church on every corner which was the place to go for activities. All kinds of grocery stores, department stores and buses to take you there. New York City was just a train ride of 20 minutes and there the Museums drew my attention. The pace was faster, still is.
I am not putting down an type of division here. Now, due to highways, accesses, people are moving and there is a mixture of both country and city people living throughout our nation. A true Melting Pot. I love being in the country now, laid back and enjoying the seasons as they change. My own mixture of the city girl and the country girl. Isn't there a song? "I'm a little bit country, a little bit Rock and Roll". Well, at my age not too much of the "Rock and Roll".
Now this is just My Opinion.