>be farmer in 1800s
>be tending my crops while my sons are taking care of the livestock, and my wife and daughters are taking care of the house, making soaps, knitting, cleaning, cooking
>plan to marry them off to good men in a strong Christian marriage
>only worry for my sons is the occasional war, know that they'll return and continue my family line for centuries to come
>go to church every Sunday to worship the Lord
>as the night grows near we retire to the house to sing folk songs, tell tales of ancient beasts and heroes, Christian martyrs
>winter rolls around and we retire to the house to spend time with each other, instilling good lessons and values, only come out to feed the animals and slaughter one occasionally
>industrial revolution arrives
>daughters and wife start becoming less productive, more reliant on cheap factory goods
>we can't compete with modern equipment used in farms, but don't have money to upgrade, have to take up a job in the local textile factory
>sons are sent off to asia to fight and die in the opium wars
>have to sell farm, starting with animals
>barely get any vacation time, hard labor all day, hardly any food to feed the family
>can't provide off of one measly factory wage, my daughters and wife have to start working too
>terrible work conditions, hot, humid, little break time, little downtime, only have breaks for church because of tradition
>working around tons of other people constantly, one of my daughters gets smallpox and dies
>the other one ends up marrying another factory worker, as nobody of note wishes to marry a lowborn factory girl, she continues her labors
>end up living in a shitty little one room brick apartment on a shitty street with all the other poor folk that will eventually be paved over by a road
>remember the days of old, how peaceful and simple they were, if I mentioned it to anyone I'd be branded a luddite
Boy I love progress.