Another time, place

"Often, I have believed I'd been born in the wrong era. An era of machines that set us free, that allowed women, finally, to chisel their own path, to be alone, to be independent. An era of machines that kept us chained, that erased the last of the open spaces, the last chance to roam widely, forever across the earth. Often, I have believed I'd been born in the wrong era, the era where there were only pockets of wild clinging desperately to the earth."

Do you ever see something of another time, perhaps in a movie or a book, that makes you sigh, and think .... hmmm...how I would love to have lived back THEN. I was born in the wrong era. I know I can't take the good of this century into consideration when thinking on another. But on more than one occasion the thought HAS crossed my mind, why this era? Why not amongst the Big Band ditties of the 40's, the fashion of Renaissance, the family ties of Frontier life...and on and on as I observe various time periods. I do know God has specifically planned that I was born in this time and place, to fulfill specific purposes that He has designed me to fulfill. But still, I long to experience 'the bests' of other times, too.

What things from another era, decade, time do you find yourself pondering with a yearing heart?