Technological change & cultural attitudes
And it just brought home to me how much has changed. Even back in India, I bought my yoghurt off the grocery store shelves, rather than making my own. Here in the US, I haven't succeeded in making my own yoghurt, it just never sets right. Also, I remember as a child, part of the routine during hot, long, lazy summers was sacks of wheat lying in a corner of the house, a grim threat everyday that I may be called upon to help in this terribly boring chore: sit with other women, & help clean out the grain of stones & bugs. I did serve my time here, & it was always a relief to see the sacks sagging & getting smaller as the contents moved from there through our watchful eyes & fingers, & into large metal containers to be stocked away for the coming year. ( There was sometimes an in-between stage where the job done by us kids was scrutinized again by an elder before making it to the final storage!!)
Then as the years passed, my generation was disinclined to go through the tedium of this routine. Things had changed too, there wasn't a need for this: the erstwhile days of shortages of every necessity had given rise to the practice described above; now there were none, one could buy as & when one needed, without any significant difference in price from season to season. In addition, family sizes were getting smaller; it just did not make sense to buy the volumes my parents did.
But the older generation frowned upon the methods we adopted. In their eyes, not buying & stocking up for the entire year meant that one wasn't doing well enough financially; it almost was like a literal living-from-hand-to-mouth as far as they were concerned. Just-in-time inventories meant nothing to my mother & grandmother, and their generation, believe me.
In a similar vein, I love the idea of chopped & frozen veggies in my frig: I for one have the least patience with chopping beans or getting the cauliflower cut & sized for the next meal. Like I said earlier, I haven't shelled peas in years, & I don't think I am upto the task anymore. I would cry from the sheer tedium of it! But it amuses me to go back to my teen-years when I was the veggie-chopper of the family. Holidays & vacations would have my mother setting aside baskets of veggies for me to work my magic with: potatoes, onions, peas, okra, beans, the lot. And back then I enjoyed this task, and I'll divulge my reasons now. It was like this: I either chopped the veggies, sitting next to my favorite gadget, the radio, listening to my favorite Hindi movie songs, humming along with, and in short, getting transported to a lovely romantic world, while the hands mechanically did their job with the veggies. Or I would have to help with dusting & cleaning the house every morning, or standing by the hot stove in the kitchen. My little sister could work herself into a lather over a sparkling house every morning, not me. Don't get me wrong here, I love a clean, fresh home: but will someone else please take care of that!! I am grateful my sister did just that, every morning!! ( It also occurs to me now, but pray what did my brothers do during their summer breaks? hmmm............)
And I'm sure the current spate of technological change will throw up equally fascinating stories of how different people are taking to such changes in their lives. If you have a family story like this, do feel free to send it to me. I might just make a project out of it!!
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