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What do you miss the most from a PL?

Hathaway

Hathaway

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I am interested in knowing what kinds of things you miss most about the way things "used to be."

I loved baseball, and one of the things I miss most is the atmosphere at the ballparks in the days before Jumbo-trons, floor shows, gimmicks, and all the other annoying "Bells-and-whistles" that they throw in your face at every Major League game.

The only noise back then was from the crowd and the game itself, along with the occasional people with horns, bells, and such. It was home-grown fun, not the pre-packaged, homogenized, choreographed, and outrageously expensive events that we see today.

I prefer to go to small minor league ballgames today because it is a little more reminiscent of the times when baseball was baseball. :)

In fact, one of the things I miss most about everyday life was the relative QUIET. The world today is just far too noisy for my taste. Even in the countryside where I live, there are very few moments during the day when there is absolutely no trace of a man-made noise.
 
I miss days before Wal-Mart and oversized stores, chaotic yet overly organized, everything-on-the shelf in a perfect little box, in perfect rows, pumped full fo perservatives and dyes... Seriously, when I go into Wal-mart sometimes, I get this uneasy feeling that "this is not how it's suppoesd to be" and I miss how it used to be...
 
I'm with Littlemoon on this topic......I can't stand going into any Wal-mart, at least the one out here, mostly because it feels so dirty and the aisles are small and cramped - and I can never find anything because it feels disorganized to me. I'm learning to tolerate it though since stuff is cheap and thats where my boyfriend goes on occasion

I also miss the small town life when you can walk everywhere, and didn't have to deal with so much traffic...:laugh:

I'm sure there is alot more that I haven't thought about yet...
 
I'm another one who agrees about the QUIET. When I'm at home by myself,
I do not turn on the TV. Sometimes I'll just sit on the couch or in my yard and listen to nothing. just the hum of my own head. Of course once you start to drift off, the dog will give one of those really startling barks or something.

I hate the big supersize warehouse stores now - too much stuff to deal with, too many choices to make, it boggles my delicate senses... : angel

I miss the smell of summertime. the gentle breeze that carried the earthy smells -- grass, dirt, sometimes the chlorine from a pool....hard to explain the smell of summer...

I especially miss the nickle and dime stores - where you can actually get a bargain for a nickle and pennies were actually worth something.

soda fountains
clothing hanging out on laundry lines

being able to walk around your neighborhood without having to look over your shoulder
 
Politeness
How everyone wore hats and gloves
Marrying at young ages and having huge families
A slower more relaxed environment, instead of being focused on having to have a career and a plan by a certain age or be considered lazy and useless
Horse-drawn carriages and old-fashioned cars
 
I miss my wealth! WAAAAHHHHH!

But actaully I DO miss the grounds of a house I lived in in what seemed to be the 18th century.
I comfort myself that though I may not have that rolling parkland any longer, neither do I have to put up with 18th century dentistry.
 
I miss the culture. I miss the history of a country (Italy) that goes back thousand of years. I miss the country side - the deep family heritage that was Home. Oh yes - and quiet.

But -as I miss it, I also realize that was then and this is now. I am blessed to have had the experience - the "memory" of another way of life. Life is good. :thumbsup:
 
i miss having kids! i dont have any in this life, but ive always yearned for them, since i was only a child myself, and im still quite young to have childern! but it feels right, i miss being a mummy or daddy! maybe its not a PL thing, but to me it is
:laugh:
 
This may sound a bit weird...but I miss the smell of my PL the most. The land smelled damp and somehow green and my husband smelled like leather and spices. Sometimes I can still smell him. That's what I miss the most.
 
I miss having siblings. All the past lives I remember, I had siblings. I'm an only child this time around, which has truly been a learning experience. Still, it is lonely being the only child at times.
 
What do you miss the most from a PL?

I miss brothers and sisters, the love and laughter and the fighting, taking care of the little ones, the big old house that was cool downstairs in the summer and so cold in the winter.
 
The things I miss the most are my family and my boat. I honestly feel lost at times without my family and I can still hear how my boat's engine sounds, even if only in my memories (luckily, she is still around, happily housed at a marina in Kent, England :) ). I miss being out on water with my wife and kids, or even just my wife, just cruising along, pulling into any port that looked interesting. Nice summer evenings, sitting out on the bow watching the sun go down...smelling salt water mingled with land smells...my wife making something to eat in the little cooker she had aboard...I honestly don't miss being a merchant seaman nearly as much as that, though of course I do miss it, along with ships that looked like ships... :(
 
i miss old style LA, as well as new york. i love both cities with all of my heart, but it depresses me to see the rapid changes that have taken place over the years of my absences.

i also miss the country side of England, the Pioneer days (living among indians)...

acting in plays in the late 1800's... as well as earlier movies...

Music of the traveling Minstrels, old style Ballet, india/himalayan areas...

there are just so many things i can list... i deffinetly hate seeing all of the changes as i am surely content with living in the past....
 
Above all else I miss my wife...her laughter, her voice, the smell of her hair, the sparkling gleem of life in her eyes, the deep warm refuge of her arms. I miss the way she always touched me, fixing my tie, brushing an errant hair, or simply caressing my face and neck to hold my attention. We married in 1897...she died in 1906. I miss Sunday visits, homemade beer and time spent on the porch. I now live 2 miles from that same porch. Sometimes I go there (its abandoned now) alone just to feel that other time, the simplicity, the quiet, the love. Invariably I cry. I miss her passion, her joy for life. I miss sitting in silent embrace under the stars, on hot summer nights and feeling so utterly complete...so infinite.

"I think never has there been a greater love."
 
I miss quiet, too. And live music, real movie theaters, pride in craftsmanship, and neighbors who knew each other. And the sense of security that comes from a slow pace.
 
What I miss is the easy way I lived and earned my keep in one of my past lives. I lived on an island -seems it could have been the Carribean and collected shells for a living...when I needed money occasionally. I believe it was in the late 1800's or early 1900's. It was warm all the time, never cold. I didn't need hardly any material things..it was beautiful.
 
Hmmm. It's been difficult for me to answer this question, because so few of my memories come in detail.

But I could say I definetely miss the upper class style of living in Britain/Southern U.S. in the 18th and 19th centuries. And from my 20th century lives I really miss being part of a community. I mean I believe I was first Jewish and then African-American, and in this life I am very drawn to minority communities. I miss belonging to one, even though realistically I know people belonging to a minority often face discrimination that makes their life difficult.

From my Jewish life I also miss the lifestyle of a bohemian artist, however with no economic problems.

From my English life in Africa I miss my house and the atmosphere.

From my American and Irish lives I miss horses, even though I'm afraid of them now.

I guess I missed ships from some PL when I was a child. I don't remember it myself, but my parents told me I always wanted to borrow books about old ships, when we went to a library. I was about 5 years old then, I think. If it was not because of a PL, I was a pathetic nerd as a child :laugh: .

I actually just remembered this thing from my childhood now, but I can't remeber any life on ships.. Well I did sail from England to New England in the 1600s, but it was just one trip. And actually ship wrecks horrify me and I wouldn't be surprised if I died in one. And I did make it to New England.

Well, another life I want to try and remember.. This is so cool!

Karoliina
 
I miss....

The sound of children playing kick the can or side'n'seek in the streets after dinner. I miss the smell of summer nights and lightening bugs. I miss the smell of a great catch of a fresh fish in the clean good smelling Ohio River.

I miss the smell of my dads fresh breath as he kissed me good-bye on my forehead on his way off to work.

And I miss the smell of my grandma's buttery scrambled eggs and blueberry muffins. I still for the life of me cannot make her yummy buttery tasting scrambled eggs. I suppose I'm not supposed to, because then I guess they wouldn't be hers anymore. :o
 
I miss kids staying kids for as long as possible, and not growing up so fast.

I miss little pizza shops, and little grocery stores/markets.

I miss how everyone knew everyone, and everyone had a good time, sitting out on your front porch with all the neighbors till midnight, in the summers. just chatting and luaghing. and the kids running and playing tag, and other games.

i really miss the innocence, and safety.
 
I miss my beloved spiritual teacher (I remember two lives with him/her - he was first a man and then she was a woman).

I miss the lush and deep bluish green forests of England. I miss the particular sunlight that one can see only there.

I miss my easy and lazy life in Crete. I miss that golden sunlight too.

I guess those two lives are the best lives I remember so far.

And I also miss the quietness! :thumbsup:
 
I miss Ireland, and our little cottage in the countryside. I miss bonnets and pinafores, bloomers and big sashes on dresses. I miss having a houseful of brothers and sisters. I miss my granna and the way she played the violin and sang to us at night. I miss so many things, it's hard to list them all, but I have to say that in my next life there will probably be a huge list of things that I miss from this one, too ;)


Ailish
 
Hmmm... I too miss quiet. Real quiet, not just the "I've turned the tv off" quiet.

I miss trees.

I miss being able too tell the difference in seasons just by the smell of the air.

I miss not having to wear shoes.

I miss walking and riding horses as the only way to travel.

I miss making everything by hand... clothing, weapons, fire...

Ah, the good old days. ;)
 
What I miss most about my Past Lives?

Being a child was wonderful. Despite how difficult almost all of my prior lives were, I was loved tremendously as a child. The world was still an open, clean place to run and explore and in many of my lives I had lots of animals and other children to play with.

In my current life, I did not have the love I had back then. I had a father who denied I was his and a mother who couldn't care for me properly. I had family who only thought of me as a burden and constantly reminded me of that.
 
I miss the Cuban culture, people.

completely opposit to missing quiet, I miss the cahos..the intoxicating environment that keeps on moving, dancing, singing, screaming...Life that could change or end at any moment so you live to the max. Being true because you don't have the time to lie.

I miss the ocean.
 
I, too, miss the QUIET. My husband cannot understand why the TV, radio, etc. seem so LOUD to me. I miss walking in the fields,forest, wide open spaces, with no fences,power lines,roads, airplanes,highways,...
I miss the young man with the sandy blond hair, the strong arms around me, his voice,the long in-depth talks, the dreams we had, the little curl in his hair on his forehead, walking in the fields with him and the wildflowers....
...the smell of horses & nature, the morality,the way people treated one another with respect, the sense of Family & Belonging.... the beautiful Victorian Homes, the huge wrap-around porches and awesome architecture of the rambling huge estate homes.
Oh, & the QUIET.
 
I'm with everyone who gets creeped out trying to shop in and select things from a Wal-mart. I avoid it whenever possible-- but lately I had to look for something for my aunt, in a local Wal-Mart, and it disturbed me a lot. Same with Home Depot and all those other places where the workers may be doing their best to help shoppers, but even they don't know where everything is or how to get to it.

Anyhow... I miss, right now, because it's a very recent actual fun memory I had from a past life-- "fun" in that life meaning that I was effectively tamping down all my insecurities and fears about the way we were trying to survive, and could pretend to ignore it for awhile-- it was just a blast, this place we went to. Entirely illegal. A boathouse, with a temporary floor clapped down over the water. Raunchy movies and entertainment, and the oddest thing was seeing one of my past-life companions, Xavier, actually looking good. It was later on he really went downhill and I had only seen him from that point of view. I don't know what to make of it, it's so unusual, almost creepy, to see him looking pretty.

There was a person we called the MC, named Dick, and he would joke about all the reasons you really wouldn't want to leave, and should stay the night, not go outside, stay and be entertained. Cost nothing to get in, which was odd, they just soaked you for anything you had once you got in there. ;) Very freewheeling.

I notice that many on this thread, of course, miss peace and quiet and what to them were better times. Some people in this lifetime now, who are older than I am and began their lives back when I was alive last time, insist that it was a quieter, gentler, more moral time. But it has entirely to do with personal surroundings. In this current life, when it shouldn't have been possible according to conventional wisdom, I had a neighborhood where it was safe for children to walk alone at night, and we had a great time playing games. I often see people comment about the changes in the city where I used to reside in the past life, and say that in the old days, it was sweet and good and it was safe to walk at night, and isn't now. Well... no. I used to live in the dark edges of society at that time, and in this life I have it good and easy. That city wasn't safe, it wasn't clean-- they had the cleaner, safer, better perspective because of their parents, their employers, their surroundings.

In any time period, there areas and situations and families (or lack of family) that make for miserable survival situations for a lot of the population. I can understand why nostalgia makes things look like the whole world was better, but political and personal history can really take the shine off that in a hurry.

Your point of view and the people around you, your immediate circle, make the time period for you. If you're more aware of the world at large, and can read, then the politics of a larger group might figure in. It seems to me that when history is looked at, patterns of human behavior stay pretty much the same.

I don't nearly as much miss a different, mostly-peaceful past life I had, because I am "done" with it. I had hard work at which I was extremely talented (I no longer have that talent, although bits and pieces of it crop up now and then), I was taken care of in at least some way my whole life, and what I didn't understand was mostly okay with me. There were serious problems and pain, but there really was peace and quiet, and wide open spaces, for me, and I loved it-- adored it-- and I fit it perfectly. It was easy for me. For many people, in the same time period, and in some of the same places, life was hell.

The life I miss most of the time has all the "bad" parts. Crime, horror, fear. Guilt and shame. Missing someone all the time. I miss any "bad" thing I remember because the bad was what I knew. It was all I had and for most of that life, I valued my own life enough that any thing I did have mattered to me. I miss it-- I miss the trauma, because it was all I had as the only person I knew myself to be.
 
Hmm...

I miss the person I used to be. She was much less anxious, more cheerful.

And my clothes. Totally want the poofy skirts back.

Athlynne
 
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