Thursday, April 13, 2017

Transportation: Then, Now, and the Future

My grandmother was born in 1896. The only means of transportation then was horse and carriage/wagon, a bicycle, a train, or boats. The automobile hadn’t hit it big yet, and the airplane was yet to come. When she died in 1980, she’d seen the advent of passenger planes and man walking on the moon.

Today, we have so many options to travel from one place to another. Hubs and I prefer driving to air travel. We like the slower pace, the luxury of stopping where and when we want. But, if we need to get somewhere in a hurry, we’re willing to take advantage of air travel. Sure, it can be a pain with the limits on luggage and the thorough searching of passengers and their carry-ons. Still, I’m glad those restrictions and searches are in place to protect all of us.

I’ve been fascinated by space travel ever since I was in grade school. Satellites and rockets. Alan Shepard and John Glenn were my heroes, followed closely by Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin, and Michael Collins. Some nights, we can even see the International Space Station. And Space X will be offering trips into space for civilians.

When my two-year-old granddaughter is an adult, the options will be phenomenal. If so much changed in my grandmother’s lifetime and mine, imagine what Toddler Girl will experience. Will she travel to a settlement on the moon or Mars? Will scientists discover wormholes that can take her out of our solar system? Better yet, will they invent teleportation and she’ll get beamed from one side of our country to another?

Imagining the possibilities is why I write science fiction. My belief in love and happy ever after is why I include romance.

What possibilities do you see (or want to see) for your grandchildren?


Nightingale said...

Very interesting article. I think it's the romantic in me but I'm drawn to the horse and buggy -- until one rainy day I had to hook the horse to the buggy, I guess. Thanks for sharing.

Diane Burton said...

LOL, Linda. What about cleaning up all that poop! As much as I'd like to travel in space, I'm probably past the age limit. Besides, I wouldn't want to miss the time with Toddler Girl and her cousins. I sure wouldn't mind teleportation, though. Then I could zip across the country anytime to see all the grandkiddies. With the wonders of science, their lives will be so different from ours.

CJ Burright said...

Great post, Diane! I'm waiting most impatiently for teleportation...just think of all the commuting time we'd save! Although, I do sometimes regret that we don't all ride horses around too. Can I just have the best of both worlds, please? :)

Francesca Quarto said...

We all get so used to the remarkable advances in our everyday lives, that we seldom reflect back to see just how far we've come. My dad, Pasquale Quarto wrote his autobiography, using notes and diaries he scrupulously kept. He was always a history buff and included every stellar advancement and set-back for mankind over the span of his life. He was 101 when he passed into the next realm of life and his book reflected one hundred years of that existence.
Thanks for helping to trip my own memories, Diane!

Francesca Q.

Maureen said...

Great post! I often wonder what it would be like if someone from the past could see how much the world has changed if they visited us in the future, of if we could do the same and go to the future and be amazed. I'm still hoping for a machine to teleport me since I'm not the best traveler :)

Diane Burton said...

I can't wait for teleportation too.

Diane Burton said...

Francesca, 101 years is fantastic. What a life he must have led. How wonderful he wrote his life story.

Maureen, wouldn't that be fabulous? To peek into the future. As I mentioned before to C.J.'s comment, they can't build that teleportation machine fast enough for me.

Elizabeth Alsobrooks said...

I want to jet around in protective bubbles that instantly take you where your mind imagines you to be. Why? Because I love to travel, but I hate the to and fro of it. Great post, Diane.