I live in a house that is 550 years old. I often think about all that has happened to it and it has lived through in that time. War and peace, life and death. happiness and misery. genration after genration.
When it was built it extended the next door home and belonged to a prosperous farmer. One bay was open to the thatch and the smoke from a fire in the middle of the room that both heated the house and was where all cooking happened. It had an earth floor. Light was the fire and tallow candles, smoky and smelly. If the weather was bad and crops failed, everyone starved. There was a private room for the family, but every one else, servants etc slept beside the fire. There was no plumbing of any sort, no medical service, child mortality was high and there were no painkillers.
Now it has every modern convenience . It is warm throughout from central heating, the smoke from the wood burner goes up the chimney. It is lit by electricity, it is warm, dry and the floor is concrete with a damp proof course and wood flooring and rugs. If crops fail there is food in the shops all the same. We are joined to the main drains and have water at the turn of a tap.
Both my children are alive and healthy and if I am ill my GP will supply effective medications or I can buy them in a shop
Although prosperous farmers stopped living in this house 150 years ago, most such, even today, would be happy to be living in it or houses like it. When I look out of my window and see the prehistoric earth work that runs through the village, thousands of years older than my home. I am looking at something that hasn't changed since the builder of this house built it all those years ago.
I am very grateful that today all but a handful of the population in this country can live in a comfort that was unimaginable over 500 years ago, with medical treatment and education, where, countrywide, people do not starve to death when the weather is poor.
There is. however, one other thing that hasn't changed. When the house was being built the manorial records show that the builder was up before the manor court for blocking the twitchen. In other words, he was in trouble because his skip was blocking the road.
The house and I have much to be thankful for.
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