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Mrs. Groovy and I are big fans of Peyton Place, which we watch on YouTube. For those of you who aren’t familiar with Peyton Place, it was the first nighttime soap opera in television history. It ran from 1964 to 1969.

Anyway, it was based on a book of the same name. Peyton Place was written in 1956 by Grace Metalious. It was on the New York Times bestseller list for 59 weeks and sold over 8 million copies.

Needless to say, the book is quite different from the television series. The television series takes place in the 60s. The book, however, takes place in the late 1930s. And what makes this pertinent to this post is the housing occupied by the poor people in the Peyton Place book. Metalious describes the housing as “tar paper shacks,” and one of the book’s villains, Lucas Cross, lives in one. Here’s how Metalious describes Lucas’s tribe and the quality of their housing.

Lucas was referred to as a woodsman, but had he lived in another section of America, he might have been called an Okie, or a hillbilly, or poor white trash….What the woodsman knew, he knew by instinct, from listening to conversation, or, rarely, from observation….He lived in rickety wooden buildings which were covered on the outside with tar paper instead of clapboards, and his house was without water or swerage.

Later in the book, we get a view of Lucas’s one-room tar-paper shack via the book’s protagonist, Allison—who was friends with Lucas’s stepdaughter Selena.

So this is what the inside of a shack looks like, thought Allison, fascinated. Her eyes took in the unmade cots and the sagging double bed and the dirty dishes which seemed to be strewn from one end of the room to the other. She saw a garbage can in one corner which had not been emptied in a long time, and on the floor next to it was an empty can that had once held tomatoes and one that had contained beans. Lucas was sitting at a table that was covered with a streaked oil cloth so old and filthy that the pattern in it was no longer discernible, and Selena was filling a coffeepot from a pail of water, with a long-handled dipper.

A tar-paper shack doesn’t strike me as very appealing housing. And the scary part is that we’re not too far removed from the era in which this kind of housing was quite common. My father was born in 1940. So we’re not talking ancient history here. Consider the following, courtesy of James D. Lutz, a scientist at the Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory:

  • In 1920, only one percent of American homes had electricity and indoor plumbing.
  • In 1940, nearly half of American homes lacked either hot water, a bathtub or shower, or a toilet. Over a third didn’t have a flush toilet.
  • In 1940, half of all American homes were heated with coal. Another 25 percent were heated with wood.

The Miracle of the Modern Home

Yes, American housing has come a long way since the first half of the 20th century. What is considered standard housing today is actually quite opulent by historical standards. Consider Groovy Ranch which was completed this past December. Here are just some of its mundane features:

Water: Three faucets and two shower heads. There’s also water connections for the refrigerator, the dishwasher, and the washing machine and two water spigots on the outside of the house.

Hot water: By merely turning a lever, I get 120-degree water in the kitchen and two showers whenever I want. No need to heat water on a stove top.

Ice: Without me doing anything, my refrigerator provides me with all the ice cubes I could possibly need.

Heat: We have a heat pump. And apparently, it acts as a reverse air conditioner during the cold months. It takes heat from the ambient air and pumps that warm air into the house. I’m not a fan. When the temperature gets below 40 degrees, there’s not enough heat in the ambient air to pump into the house. An auxiliary heat strip kicks in to produce heat and that auxiliary heat is expensive. Thankfully, the number of days below 40 degrees here in North Carolina are mercifully few. Also, we have a kick-ass gas fireplace to augment our heat pump and heat strip.

Gas fireplace: By simply pushing a button on a remote, I get a beautiful fire in my family room in seconds. Here’s a picture. And, man, does it throw off heat. After about a half hour or so, Mrs. Groovy informs me that her legs “are melting,” and that’s my cue to turn the beast off.

Air conditioning: Haven’t used it yet. But we’re rapidly approaching the spring and summer, and I’ll know soon enough if our system is adequate. I don’t have any worries, though. We have a 16 SEER Trane and Trane is a respected brand. We also have screened windows that are easily opened and ceiling fans to fall back on if more primitive ways of cooling a house are required.

Electricity: My grandmother on my father’s side came from a coal mining town in Pennsylvania. Her father worked in a coal mine and they lived in a classic company owned town. The company owned the house my grandmother lived in and operated the store my great grandmother shopped at. Anyway, I’m telling you this because my grandmother loved telling the story of when she was a little girl and the company decided to supply her home with electricity. It was one light bulb hanging from the ceiling in the kitchen. Now let’s contrast the electrical footprint of my grandmother’s childhood home with Groovy Ranch’s electrical footprint.

  • The number of recessed lights: 29 (28 interior, 1 exterior)
  • Ceiling lights: 5 (1 in each hallway, 1 in the foyer, and two in the master closet)
  • Exterior lights: 6 (four on the house and two on the garage)
  • Kitchen pendants: 2
  • Electrical outlets: 52 (45 in the house, 4 in the garage, 1 outside the garage, 1 in the screened-in porch, and 1 on the front porch)
  • The house has 200 amp service and the garage has 100 amp service. I don’t know exactly what that means, but our builder says that’s more than enough capacity to handle any additions we might want to our electrical footprint and to run power tools in the garage.

Televisions: We have three smart televisions that are all connected to our internet service wirelessly. Two forty-inch flatscreens and one fifty-inch flatscreen. We watch regular television with a DirectTV Now subscription ($40 per month) and each television has a built-in streaming capability for all the major players in the streaming game (e.g., Netflix, Hulu, YouTube, etc.).

Internet: We were a little nervous about living in the country. We have far more four-legged neighbors than two-legged neighbors, and we didn’t know if we’d even get internet service. Thankfully, CenturyLink is in the area and its internet service has been a pleasant surprise. I just ran a speed test on our service and it registered a speed of 15.9 Mbps. Not lightning fast, but more than adequate for our needs.

I could go on, of course, but you get the picture. Groovy Ranch is a staggering testament to mankind’s ingenuity and organizational prowess. And when I contemplate Groovy Ranch, I can’t help but think of “I, Pencil,” a classic in economic literature. If you haven’t read it, please do. The author, Leonard Read, tells us in marvelous fashion all that went into making a number two pencil back in the day. Here’s a glimpse:

  • Trees are harvested in Northern California and Oregon.
  • Logs are then shipped via rail to a mill in San Leandro, California.
  • The logs are then cut into pencil-length slats less than a quarter of an inch in thickness and kiln dried. The mill’s power comes from a concrete dam operated by Pacific Gas & Electric.
  • The kiln-dried, pencil-length slats are then sent to the pencil factory. There, a machine gives each slat eight grooves. Then another machine lays “lead” in every other slat, applies glue, and places one slat on top of another. The resulting “lead sandwich” forms the basis of a pencil.
  • The “lead,” in turn, isn’t lead at all. It’s graphite mixed with clay. The graphite comes from Sri Lanka, and the clay comes from Mississippi.
  • The outside of the pencil then gets six coats of lacquer. One of the ingredients of lacquer is castor oil. Who knew that farmers of castor beans were integral to the creation of a pencil.
  • The pencil’s ferrule is made of brass. In order to make brass, you need to mine zinc and copper.
  • And, finally, the eraser is made from combining sulfur chloride with rapeseed oil and pumice. The rapeseed oil comes from Indonesia. The pumice comes from Italy.

And this is what it took to make a simple pencil. How many people, in how many far-off lands, did it take to bring Groovy Ranch to life? The mind boggles.

I’m a One Percenter

In one sense, Groovy Ranch is hardly remarkable. No one reading this post would fall down in disbelief if he or she ever visited Groovy Ranch. By today’s standards, it’s far from opulent. It’s just standard middle-class housing in America.

But in another sense, Groovy Ranch is indeed remarkable. Compare Groovy Ranch to a standard 1,500 square foot home in the year 2000. Aside from the flatscreen televisions, it wouldn’t be much more opulent. But how about compared to the typical 1980 home? And what about the typical 1960, 1940, and 1920 homes? And what about any home on the planet prior to 1900?

Now, to really put the opulence of Groovy Ranch into perspective, consider this. Julius Caesar is one of the most famous human beings to ever walk the earth. To get the state-of-the-art housing that he enjoyed, he had to conquer most of Europe and large swathes of the Middle East and Africa. My housing on the other hand—the fabulous Groovy Ranch—blows his housing away. And the only thing I had to conquer in order to secure it was my penchant for wasting a ridiculous amount of money on booze, burritos, and shiny baubles.

I’m not a one percenter today. But I’m a one percenter compared to anyone living in any era prior to 2000.

Final Thoughts

Okay, groovy freedomist, that’s all I got. What say you? I think the typical American, assuming he lives in the typical American home, is living like a king. Is this crazy talk? Or have I accurately described typical American housing in the early part of the 21st century? Let me know what you think when you get a chance. Peace.

17 thoughts on “The Miracle of the Modern Home

  1. We just moved into our duplex. This house was built in 1890 and was converted into a duplex in the 80s (I think.) It is different than a modern home.
    The home isn’t insulated very well at all. The heater kicks in a lot more often than in our previous condo. I’m afraid to see the gas bill at the end of the month. The kitchen is tiny. Mrs. RB40 said this kitchen is made for a single person that goes out all the time. She’s right.
    Other than that, it’s okay. At least we don’t have to go out to an outhouse like I did when I was a kid. Oh, the balcony door is rotted out and we got some water damage. I put plastic sheeting up and we’ll have to wait until summer to fix it up. Next time we move, it’ll be into a very modern home.
    The older homes have a lot more character, though. The new cookie cutter suburbia homes are super boring.
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  2. You city people, my wife grew up in rural Arkansas and did not have indoor water. They had a well and an outhouse until she reached high school age. I have ruined her with central heat and air, dishwasher and granite counter tops. In the rural South those old times you mentioned were more recent than you thought.

  3. It goes beyond housing. The phone my daughter has in hand would have made her possess the greatest amount of computer prowess known to man prior to this century.

    It is amazing what conveniences we have (and take for granted) compared to the days of old.

    I remember having to record shows on VHS tape and it was done in a linear fashion so you essentially had to rewind it and watch it in the order it was recorded. Now with TIVO and DVRs I have as many programs to fill a 100 VHS tapes all in a tiny spinning disk. I can skip through commercials, etc with the press of a button.

    It will be interesting to see what the next decades bring. Fun time to be alive.
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    1. Here’s one for you. On Saturday, I went online and ordered 90 2x4s and 10 4×8 sheets of plywood from Lowe’s so I could adorn my garage with storage shelves and a workbench. Today my order arrived and the delivery guy used a traveling forklift to put the wood in my garage. When in history other than right now could a dirtbag like me accomplish so much by doing so little? We do indeed have it good. Thanks for stopping by, my friend. Cheers.

  4. i like booze and burritos. in fact we’re going to mardi gras in the morning.

    when i went to a bayou factory for work in 1998 a lot of the employees still lived in company owned houses. some places are slow to change. your set-up seems pretty typical for this day and age. that’s too bad about the heat pump being less than ideal in the cold weather. it’s 15 here today. don’t you miss ny?
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    1. I hear ya, my friend. I’m half considering the following epitaph my tombstone: “I spent most of my money on booze and burritos. And the rest I wasted.” And don’t remind about the cold. It’s going to be 20 degrees tonight. I didn’t move down south for this nonsense. But that’s why man invented gas fireplaces and electric blankets. Thanks for stopping by, Freddy. Peace.

  5. Awesome. I think a key to happiness is comparing your situation to what it could be if you took everything away (the ancient 1900’s!) vs comparing it to having everything ($1b net worth). I mean, you have fresh, safe clean water plumbed practically into your mouth! If you want to see paradise, simply look around and view it.

    1. “If you want to see paradise, simply look around and view it.”

      My sentiments exactly! Today, Mrs. Groovy and I took a 15-minute drive to a nice park so we could partake in our daily constitutional. On our way home after our walk, I pulled into a gas station to fill up. I took a little piece of plastic out my wallet, entered my zip code, and then pumped 12 gallons of gasoline into my car. When I was done, I went into the gas station’s convenience store and got two nice, fresh donuts and two 12-ounce coffees. I then returned to my car and Mrs. G and I enjoyed our refined-sugar indulgences while we listened to the remainder of a Radical Personal Finance podcast on my smartphone. Eat your heart out, Julius Caesar! You may have conquered Gaul, but I have conquered want and drudgery. Thanks for stopping by, Ron. I love the way your mind works. Cheers.

  6. I love the way a look back makes us feel grateful for all that we have. At FinCon, MMM was on a panel being asked what sort of splurge item they have and he answered “everything”, and went on to say something akin to this. Everything we have is a life of cushy opulence compared to a very recent past or to other parts of the world.

    My Dad grew up in a coal mining town, one of 15 sibblings, with no shoes and only made it to 8th grade before quitting to get a job and help support the family. As a kid we visited Kentucky and so many of my relatives still had outhouses and used the big ladle to bring in water. On a visit in 2001, one of my aunts STILL lived in a home like that!

    And as far as modern appliances, my Mom has a “Cathy” cartoon from the 1980’s. It shows the kitchen of today vs Grandma’s day. And then it shows the dinner of today (a microwaved pizza) and the dinner of Grandma — looking like Thanksgiving on a Sunday afternoon. Ironic?

    1. I knew there was a reason why I like you. We both come from coal mining stock! You are so right. Just a little reflection is all that’s needed to realize the tremendous wealth and good fortune we have. Just 20 years ago, I used to loathe the first of the month. Paying bills was like an arts-and-crafts session with all the cutting and pasting. Today, I can’t remember the last time I paid a bill by putting a check in an envelope and mailing it. Thanks for stopping by, Susan. And thanks for sharing a little of your family’s history. Amazing stuff.

    1. Haha! I love it, Brian. Here’s one for you. Later this fall we’re going to Australia and we’ll be renting a car for a portion of the trip. Well, Australians drive on the left side of the road. To get my mind acclimated to that, I’m watching YouTube clips of people driving in Sydney and Melbourne. It’s freakin’ amazing. Thanks for stopping by, my friend.

  7. Great article putting modern life into historical perspective. I’ve had very similar thoughts before but great exposition with the facts of life across history. I look outside at sub-zero cold and deep snow drifts and realize just how hardy our ancestors were.

    1. My father remembers shoving coal into the furnace when he was a kid. As I pointed out in the post, he was born in 1940. So it wasn’t so long ago when the majority of Americans burned coal for warmth. A few generations before my father, the majority of Americans burned wood for warmth. And they didn’t have that wood delivered. They had to cut it themselves. Very, very sobering. We are so freakin’ soft. Thanks for stopping by, my friend. Cheers.

  8. It really is amazing when we think how much some things have changed. I was on a ski lift and overheard a young boy talking to his mum. He asked her if she thought ski helmets might be replaced by an invisible force field that didn’t make his head so hot. Not in our lifetime was his mother’s thought.
    How many things could we say that about? Mobile phones, laptop computers, and all sorts of other things found in the modern home. I wonder what a similar post may include in 30 years time – I’ll look out for it 😀
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