When we think of them they sometimes seem dreamy. Sometimes I may wish I lived back then - or that I could take a step back in time. Why is it that we are so drawn to the past? Does it look safer because we already know the outcome? Does it seem more alive in our dreamy minds? And why is it we only seem to remember the good things? We don't dream of the filth that many cow farms had and some farms' carelessness to keep things clean (so bacteria grew - sometimes making people sick). We don't dream of the houses without air conditioning, or how the family was huddled by the fire, not because they thought it would be fun, but because they were all very cold. We don't dream of the sweaty layers of petticoats and health-detrimental corsets that were once worn to make a lady "look beautiful". We don't dream of the thieves, murderers, and adulterers of their own time. What is it that makes us dream of the good and forget the bad? And why can it be such a fun pastime of dreaming such things? Why do people enjoy learning how others used to live? Maybe life WAS proportionally safer and "nicer" back then...but what about all the hard times and evil of their own generation? Was Sodom and Gomorrah a nicer city to live in just because it was from long ago? I think not!
Perhaps another well-known verse would go well here.