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I just spent a few hours re-reading All Creatures Great and Small, a book I devoured repeatedly as a child but probably haven't read in a quarter-century.  It was interesting to see what bits I remembered, though it has a different flavor when one is aware that it is largely fiction (eight-year-old me had no idea). 

The series is one of the reasons I spent so many years dreaming of becoming a veterinarian, even though a lot of it qualifies as horror stories.  It's strange to think that if I'd never picked it up my high school and college years might have been very different. 

What struck me the most this round, however, was the time.  When I first read the books, the technologies, the medicine, the environment were only forty years in the past.  Old-fashioned, but not ancient. 

Now, these stories are almost a century old. 

It's a very odd thought.  They don't feel that old to me, because they've been part of my mind's tapestry for most of my life.  But to a new reader, it would be different.  A hundred years ago, there was a young vet working in Yorkshire...   

But the hills are still there.