It all started with a thunderstorm. An intense thunderstorm. I was in bed awakened by all the noise and flashing light. "I better go get my flashlight", I muttered to myself. I was walking across the room when suddenly, I felt all my hair stand on end. My ears popped. There was a flash of bright blue light and there I was. Standing in a field. In the rain. Hurting all over.
That was three months ago. I have been living with an older couple who live near my, well, landing spot I'll call it. I must have been quite a sight when I knocked on their door. Barefoot in my nightgown dripping wet.
They're a childless couple in their 60's with a nice homestead. Winter was coming soon and they could use some help so they let me stay with them. They have been very kind and ask very few questions of a gal who must have hit her head since she can't remember much. My kind of people as I have very few answers. At least any I can share with them. I have seen enough Dr. Who episodes to know not to tamper with the time line.
You heard me. The year is 1880 and I have spent three months so far quietly freaking out. I don't see how I can ever get back. The good news is I seem more with it to The Bartletts who assumed my confusion and lack of common knowledge was due to whatever traumatic event I suffered. I appear recovered and normal to them now except for my memory. Good thing I'm observant. Everything here is a chore and I mean everything. No water pumps for the well. No more turning on the stove or oven. Need to light a fire in the wood stove. We constantly need wood. No more just turning on the lights. Oil lamps must be lit and they need oil. We save the oil from cooking and use that. We are far from a town and there will be no driving to the store. It's a horse and buggy special trip. We just make do until Mr. Bartlett decides to go to town.
I miss driving. It takes so long to get somewhere. There's parts of the country I have been that people here will never see. Travel is long and dangerous so people just stay put if they can help it.
The thing I miss the most is electricity. Electricity is the foundation of the technology I knew. Electricity is what allows medical tests and diagnosis, lighting, water pumps, sewing machines, and so on. I could literally go on and on about how time consuming and difficult it is to do everything by hand. I have lost weight which I guess is good and have defined muscles again. I'm liking that!
Indoor plumbing is a convenience I miss for a very important reason. Hygiene. Refrigeration is another. Again, hygiene. Food safety is a big issue now. No refrigeration also means no grocery stores filled with packaged food ready to eat or cook. No processing plants. No bags of potato chips. Nope. Shopping is very different here. We buy fabric, not a dress. Everything here is do it yourself.
What I really feel lost without is access to information and communication. I can't imagine explaining email to them. Having information at my fingertips was gold. This is something I have always been grateful for and will be again if I ever get back. Too many people won't realize how valuable that is until it's gone. Computers, tablets, cell phones, all of it. Communication and information. I live in a vacuum now. I find my self suffering from anxiety. I hate not knowing what's going on. What threats are headed our way? The Bartletts don't worry about such things. They trust in the Lord and their lifestyle is that of a prepper anyway so I guess that makes sense.
We have become a little family and I enjoy living with these gentle folks. They're the most honorable and compassionate people I have ever met. We read the bible together daily and work hard as a team.
Winter will be here soon and we have together gathered and chopped all the wood we will need though we will still work on it just to be sure. We harvested together. Ate the fruits of our labor together. It's been a very satisfying way of life I must admit. No government intrusion either. In fact, I keep forgetting we have a government! We are on our own out here.
I will stay through winter while I contemplate what to do next. Perhaps I was sent here for my own good and will disappear as miraculously as I arrived come spring. Maybe I was spared The Great Tribulation by being sent back in time. We all knew it was coming very soon. It all just makes my head spin but I have all winter to entertain these ideas. As far as trying to get back via my own devices, I'm thinking if I make a kite and hang a piece of metal on it. I might attract lightening. I don't want to get a direct strike but maybe I can recreate the electro-magnetic condition that sent me here. I'll let you know what happens.
Note: All pictures are my own.