Time Marches On!
How many times have you wondered if you were born in the wrong place and the wrong time? As I research history, I begin to get the feeling that I was really suited for another time and place. Now don't get me wrong, I enjoy my life and would not trade it for anything, but then again, I do feel that if I had been living in the late 1800's in the West Virginia, I would have been a shop keeper or Peddler. So much of what we enjoy in live comes from the hands of other people. We go to the 'big box store' to buy the things we need without even thinking about where it comes from. If the tables were turned and we had to do it all ourselves, life would be much different. I am NOT a farmer so depending on others for my food is something I have always done. Growing up in a small 'mom and pop' store and selling things to others gave me a much better idea of what it was like to provide food and other items to people. We always had to make sure the goods were of the best quality and we always stood behind our products. While it was a single location, I am reminded of those early shop keepers and Peddlers who traveled across the mountains to provide items for others. How hard it was to travel and carry the items just made it harder. Once in a while I am reminded of that when I go into the local store and find items that are not quality and really should have not been sold. I think it reflects on the business. It seems as if that doesn't matter anymore. If a person came into the store to spend the money that they had worked so hard to get, we had to step up to the plate to make sure the freshness and quality was there. I think I would have enjoyed traveling around selling my wears or standing behind the counter providing the goods that people needed. The next time you enter a store, think about what it must have taken to provide the items for those hard working folks who lived in the area so long ago.