“If someone thinks that peace and love are just a cliche that must have been left behind in the 60s, that’s a problem. Peace and love are eternal”
In 1960, or only 40 years ago, the village of about 3000 families that I live in had three butchers, a bank, two bookshops, a furniture upholsterer, a coal merchant, two ice cream shops, half a dozen grocers, two garages, a coffee lounge, a picture theatre, a fish and chip shop, a cake shop, two markets known as self help stores, a barber, a firestation, a hairdresser and a newspaper outlet.
Now there is one dingy pub that can’t seem to keep it’s doors open, a barber that should probably not be in business had it not been there with the same owner doing the same work since the 60s, a quaint little cafe that does well in terms of suburban cafes, but in general not well in terms of city cafes and a boutique theatre that shows art house films twice a week.
Everything one needs to live life requires travel outside the village. There are no schools. No daycare. No doctor. No green grocer. Above all there is no work anymore.
I wish I lived here in 1960.
I wonder why we let village life slip through our fingers for bland big box chain store garbage retail? I also wonder which style of village life people would choose these-days if given the option?