I love the vintage quality of this photo, too, and how the snow has yellowed with age. My Dad's brown curls peeking out from under his hood remind me of a couple of my curly-headed sons, and I wonder if my Dad was much like them at this age. I'm guessing he was. In the fundamentals I expect boys are much the same now as they ever were -- but goodness how the trappings have changed!
But, in reality? Seriously -- I wouldn't want to go back in time, if for no other reason than I wouldn't want to wear all that wool. No way. I like our super light and waterproof synthetic coats, our nice warm microfiber scarves, and underarmor. If it gets dirty, throw it in the washer; if it gets wet, throw it in the dryer. Quick and easy. And you don't smell like a wet sheep when you come in after playing in the snow.
And this I say with the conviction of a mother whose little sons (7 y.o. Gabe and 6 y.o. William) went sledding down the muddy driveway into a big snowmelt puddle yesterday afternoon.
So, yes... I guess we're pretty spoiled, but I'm convinced it's a good kind of spoiling, these modern textiles. I like to be warm and dry on a cold day; I like my children to be warm and dry on a cold day. And I would not like to have to wash my uncle's little wool snowsuit. I love looking at the vintage photos, but wool coats really only work well if you're outside playing in sepia-toned snow.
(No, not that kind of sepia-toned snow!)