“As we live and as we are, Simplicity – with a capital “S” – is difficult to comprehend nowadays. We are no longer truly simple. We no longer live in simple terms or places. Life is a more complex struggle now. It is now valiant to be simple: a courageous thing to even want to be simple. It is a spiritual thing to comprehend what simplicity means.” ― Frank Lloyd Wright, The Natural House
FLW’s quote reminded me of my little booklet celebrating Squares, also with a capital “S” by Charles H Brower who stated: “Too many of us haven’t got the guts to stand up straight and dare to be square”.
I’m feeling this more than ever right now. It’s not easy valuing creatures and ways of being that many today view as being naive or living in a bubble (which I do). I experienced this when I wrote my book, American Women Didn’t Get Fat in the 1950s which I wrote eight years ago after being annoyed with the book, “French Women Don’t Get Fat.” Something very simple such as counting calories in a healthy, measured way which for me is no different than keeping a budget in Quicken is labelled by many (as a general concept) as having an eating disorder. Doing my best to be a good Steward of my land has put me at odds with people and policies over the years. My Certification for my home being a Wildlife Habitat isn’t just a feel-good thing to mention in a blog post. Living in an outdated cottage isn’t just about pretty vintage linens and decor.
We had a leaky pipe under the kitchen sink on Monday. Thankfully we have a good plumber who came the next morning. He mentioned that our pipes are smaller than the standard width of today. “Do you have a garbage disposal?” “Do you have a dishwasher?” Nope to both. I don’t view those as “upgrades”. We’re grandfathered in with our outdated pipe size, of course, but it’s another example of how I prefer to do things by hand, or take a quick “walk” to the garbage pail. Our pipe issue was a simple fix by the plumber who had to solder a new joint
Our aged stovetop has scratched black paint. I don’t need the newest and latest to make great blueberry buckwheat pancakes from scratch. In fact the BEST pancakes come off of old seasoned cast iron skillets. The older the better!
Wayne and I still religiously watch Lawrence Welk on PBS Saturday evenings. I unironically own albums by Lawrence Welk cast member Tom Netherton that I enjoy as much as my classic rock and country on vinyl.
These are unpopular choices yet I feel so much better liking what I like and not giving into societal coercion to “get with the times” or agree that “they’re just chipmunks”. Why is it that something as simple and square as being kind or sober is derided as being out of touch or goody-goody? Even the sentimentality of the songs of the 60s and 70s is hard to find in today’s music except for some country.
This post was brought to you early Friday morning by coffee made in a percolator. (You don’t need to buy filters for a percolator. Save money, the environment and have an awesome cuppa!) The chipmunk in the photo is the Late Great Wishy from my book, Wishy the Bookworm Chipmunk.
If being Simple or Square resonates with you let me know in the comments!