The quiet of early morning, before the day actually begins its routine of busy-ness, lends itself to reflection. I hear the train whistle downtown and wonder how many generations have heard it and what their lives were like. Did they sit at the breakfast table with a cup of steaming coffee, as I am sitting at my computer table? Did they think about times past or were they too busy thinking about the activities of the dawning day?
We are a lot more mobile than past generations. Cars take us pretty much anywhere we want to go and it doesn’t take long to get there. 
There is no limit, virtually speaking, of how far we can travel via computer.
The world is literally at our fingertips but with all this mobility, I wonder what we’ve lost? My grandmothers once gathered to help put together a quilt for themselves or others. As they sat around the quilting frame, needles flying, I’m sure they chatted and enjoyed the time together. When haying time came, men from neighboring farms helped each other and at noon, they gathered around a dinner table laden with home cooked food.
Entertainment was of their own making: a play party, a taffy pull, a hayride. They didn’t expect to sit and be entertained. They were pretty much in touch with each other and with the world they lived in.
Anyway, those are just some of my thoughts. Sometimes it’s nice to journey backward in memory and make contact with a slower, quieter way of life.
The thing in common, the bridge between then and now? 
Why, it’s that hot, strong cup of coffee, of course!
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