Buckwheat Pillows

I Love My Buckwheat Pillow

I’m packing up to go to the mountains of northern Pa. for a few days to relax over the 4th. The first things to go on the pile by the front door to take along to camp are the 2 buckwheat pillows - mine and my wife’s.

That got me to thinking about the difference between the transition from sleeping on a regular feather pillow to my first night sleeping on a buckwheat pillow, as compared to the near panic I experience now at the thought of transitioning for just a few nights back to a feather pillow.

I’ve thought of an analogy, although this probably won’t mean much to the younger (under 60) generation. I’ll have to think of another for those youngsters.

When I was young, most people living in rural Pennsylvania didn’t have indoor toilets (called bathrooms now). You went outside to the old two-holer. No one thought much about it, as that’s what everyone was used to. However, the day eventually came for many when they modernized by installing indoor plumbing, including an indoor toilet. You had to keep up with the Joneses, you know.

Now, fast forward (you notice I’m even getting used to this modern slang) about 20 years, and those same people just dreaded going to visit overnight a few days at the grandparents house, who hadn’t seen any reason to install one of those new fangled water closets. Those soft, spoiled brats just dreaded shoveling their way through a foot of snow at 10 degrees below zero just to go to the toilet.

Well, that’s my analogy - for the older generation anyway. I’ll have to think of another one for the younger set. Hmmm. Maybe going from a stick shift to an automatic transmission. What? That’s still an analogy for old folks? Boy, I must be getting old.

But for me, the big deal is still the thought of having to go back and sleep on a feather pillow. I’ve got to have my buckwheat pillow. I couldn’t handle going back to one of those old fashioned feather pillows. No way.