My late father was born 111 years ago in Barry's Bay so "the acorn isn't far from the tree".
His world was the Horse and cart, a herd of seven or eight cows milked by hand by his sisters and Dad, when he was old enough, the milk went to the factory down by the beach on the trip to school, the cheese went out by sea, communication was by the written word with letters and telegraph from main centers, the sole charge teacher was a person following a "calling" with an education that was anywhere from a school just like that one to maybe a university degree and remuneration a small stipend, the education for most began and ended at that local school with the ultimate achievement a Matriculation Certificate that was the equivalent of my University Entrance, night light was by candle with maybe a kerosene lamp, social life was the home with occasional district events and maybe once a year the big city by train from Little River 20 miles over the crater rim past "The Hilltop".
When he died 92 years later his world was very different.
Cars, jet planes, welfare, comprehensive medical care, aged care facilities, hospices, Tarseal roads, telephone, radio, television, supermarkets, man had been to the moon and the Global Village via the internet was a reality.
But much of that so called progress can be brought to a shuddering halt so easily, a weather event destroys all communications and power, earthquakes bring our city almost to a standstill and now Jet airliners are grounded by a volcano an ocean away.
The Crusaders revert to an internal combustion engine propulsion system that was in its infancy when Dad was born in a vessel that was designed when he was a young man to get to their game in the Capital tonight.
Progress is not a steady ascent to utopia on a slope of creation but rather a roller-coaster when events and/or unforeseen outcomes bring things up against a serious disruption or in rare cases a complete halt.
His lifetime revealed a mind boggling train of progress and the train is still accelerating.
Yes it is progress