Stories from the Before Time


Future interviews with several people who lived through the now, possibly. 



Seeing the Hopeful Side of Post-Apocalyptic Fiction | Literary Hub“I remember back in ’20, when it all started.  None of us really knew what was happening.  The leaders of the government and health authorities seemed to change their advice and rules every day.  We mostly did our best and tried to listen because nobody wanted to get someone sick.  Funny as it may sound now, that was the good time.  We were with our families and we prayed.  We didn’t know how it would all work out.  We thought if we just hunkered down and did what they said, we would get passed the worst of it in a few weeks. And I guess as far as the virus itself, we did.  But the virus was just the beginning of pandemic that even all these years later has yet to run its course.  We gave up everything, our churches, our jobs, our freedoms, our way of life because we believed it was our duty to help the authorities protect our fellow man.  We didn’t really dream they would never give them back. Well, some did. Some knew or maybe just asked questions.  But we didn’t listen to them then, not yet.”  --Scott N.
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“I was a kid then and when they cancelled school, I thought it was kind of great.  I had to do a few hours of online work then, but it was easy.  We had all this extra time.  I was happy.  A few months in, we were feeling claustrophobic.  My dad had lost his job and so we couldn’t afford the air conditioning anymore.  It was hot in our house.  I remember my dad said, “Let’s go to the beach!”  Us kids, we were so excited.  I remember that my mom, she was worried.  It was against the rules, but my father still had strong notions of his liberties and things like that and he told us not to worry.  We were on the playground near the beach not more than 15 minutes when the police came.  They wore masks.  We were never really sure who called them.  My dad, he walked over to them so I couldn’t really hear what they were saying at first, but then it got loud.  I remember the shouting.  “Get down! Stop resisting!”  They said my dad hit his head and that is why he died.  I didn’t really see that.  But all these years later, it is hard to remember the details.  I saw the memorial the other day with all the names of those lost in the resistance.  My dad’s name wasn’t on it, but I think it should be.  He died resisting too, but nobody remembers him but me at this point.  Sometimes I worry that maybe even I don’t really remember him.  Not really.”  --William B.
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“We had a few acres of property and my parents were what people called “homesteaders” back then.  They grew a lot of their own food.  It was considered a hobby then.  Can you imagine?   My dad had a job in town doing marketing or something, but he lost that pretty early on.  We were okay for a while because my family had prepared a bit, but by the next spring things were getting pretty desperate.  My dad, even though we all had the virus and recovered, couldn’t get work because he didn’t qualify for an “immunity card” because of some things he said about the governor online in the early days.  So, he ended up doing day labor for a while just to make ends meet but even that work dried up after government crackdowns.  He always reminded us that we were among the lucky ones.  He said that every day.  I remember he said it to me when he left that last morning with a few friends to try and make it across the state line to look for work.  I tell my kids the same thing now. I guess that really does make me the lucky one.” --Felix J.
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“You have to understand that back then most people were not very religious. So, when they banned religious services during the beginning, most people didn’t care and even the religious people understood for a time.  But as other things were allowed, but services weren’t, some pastors tried to be creative.  The authorities didn’t like that so in many places they banned the services altogether with heavy penalties and fines for violation.  In some places, pastors would hold secret services.  My mom, she used to take us to secret mass in the basement of a store in a recently abandoned strip mall organized by our young pastor.  He was a good guy.  But the Bishop found out and reported him to the authorities.  He lost his government religious authorization.  When he got caught again, he went to jail for a time. After he got out, he couldn’t find work and drifted around for a while.  I heard he became a chaplain for the resistance, but I never saw him again.” -- Molly P.
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“I suppose when you talk to folks like me about that time, they remember the terrible stuff.  Natural, I guess.  There was plenty of terrible to go around.  The government stuff and all the bad things, they were always coming. But after the virus, everything sort of got sped up.  But that’s not what I remember.  We were always Church going folk, believers.  But our day to day was not much different from everyone else.  As things got worse, things also got better.  There was so much cruelty, but people were also somehow kinder. Faith wasn’t just a thing for Sunday or something you said or believed anymore.  People looked out for one another like they hadn’t before, because you had to.  Cared more than before.  You either lived your faith in the real, took risks for it, or you let it die.  Anyway, that’s what I remember the most.  I remember the other stuff, sure. But seeing people living their faith, and some surprising people too.  That’s what I think about.” Mirum L.

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“Change is a funny thing.  When the world changed the first time, when everything went bad seemingly at once, it was a shock.  In retrospect, all that horror seemed inevitable. Like, those things, after the virus, were the logical outcome of everything that came before, we just couldn’t see it at the time. But now you say to yourself, “Of course!”  What we lost and how quickly we lost it, it seemed shocking, but it really wasn’t. It was all so fragile, we couldn’t help but break it with the things we did, the way we were. But then the world changed again in a way that seemed impossible and still does.  The first changes we brought upon ourselves, the loss and devastation, it was a logical consequence.  But what followed after wasn’t us.  It was God.  He wasn’t done with us.  Yes, there were those who had faith and prayed for God to end the suffering.  And He did, but in a way nobody expected.  It wasn’t inevitable, it wasn’t logical, it was grace.  He wasn’t done with us.  He wasn’t done saving us from ourselves. That is the really surprising thing, the miracle if you will. Don’t you think?" --Xavier C.
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“Perhaps I was naive, or things were just slow to dawn on me, but not my Dad.  As the virus faded somewhat, there were efforts to restart things in fits and starts.  But they always seemed to find a threat, a rationale, a reason to shut down this or that business or geographic area.  We simply couldn’t gain any momentum and the dependence on the government just became commonplace and accepted.  I think a lot of people found it easier to rely on the government instead of themselves or they just got used to it.   My dad couldn’t do it though and a lot of people developed resentment toward him.  Ultimately it became dangerous and we decided to make the move to the free states even though they weren’t called that then.  We did it early and made it. My Dad always seemed to understand the nature of things before others and was willing to act.  Within six months, you could get shot for trying to leave.  My Dad bugged his brother and family to come, but they just couldn’t accept the new reality.  By the time they did, it was too late, they couldn’t get out.  They ended up on the other side of the war, brother against brother.  It broke my father’s heart.”  --G. Crittenden

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“All the things people and governments did to help; we didn’t know would kill us.  It was so strange.  Late that spring, after the virus’ peak, with so few government-approved butchering facilities, shuttered due to regulation and fear, the normal supply lines just couldn’t process the meat.  Farmers and ranchers across the country had few if any government-approved facilities to send their animals.  There were other alternative ways to get the animals processed, but the governments wouldn’t allow it.  S.W.A.T. teams raided unauthorized facilities just trying to get the meat to people.  Ranchers and farmers faced ruin.  They couldn’t afford to keep feeding their animals, but they had nowhere to send them.  There were dozens of videos showing farmers forced to cull their animals and bury their carcasses. People were outraged at the farmers, but those farmers faced ruin if they kept the animals.  But blaming was easier than fixing.  The food chain was broken and the last links in that chain, the poorest of the poor, suffered the most.  Farmers killed animals even as people starved. But government thought it better they should starve than have unapproved food.  Farmers went broke, animals became compost, and people starved.  The very people that fed the country and begged the government to get out of the way, received the blame.  Bankrupt governments bankrupted farmers and starved the country.  Long after the virus had passed, people kept dying, because of the very rules meant to protect them.” --Wilson G.
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  1. I cannot remember when I last posted to facebook. I don't read fb posts not even from my friends and faamily.
    I ignore fb and avoid fb with even more energy than I avoid covid19.
    This I posted to fb in its entirety.
    A brilliant post.
    Thank you.

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