For many years, Indiana did not observe Daylight Savings Time. About six years ago, the state legislature finally approved moving to DST. People still complain about it.
When I was a kid, my dad use to tell me that we didn’t observe Savings Time because the farmers claimed that it messed up the cows, throwing off their milking schedules. I didn’t understand what was so different about Hoosier cows. Nor, did I question why it was such a big deal as Indiana is not one of the large milk-producing states.
Indiana is still an agricultural state and the agricultural lobbies do hold a lot of power. In the end though, the argument in favor of DST was to help draw business to Indiana. While some people would remark about how backwards Indiana was in not observing DST, I don’t know if it actually dissuaded anybody from establishing a business here. From personal experience, I know that it was a pain in the ticktock to have to deal with people in other time zones when the rest of the country would “spring forward”. Half the year I would tell people that we were the same time as New York; the other half of the year we were the same time as Chicago. There was always some smart-ass who would want to correct someone if you sent out a memo stating a timezone. Mark something as EST, and one might complain that it was EDT. “No!” someone else would chime in, “It’s CDT”. The correct answer was always EST, but when the rest of the Eastern time zone was one hour different, you couldn’t convince some people that EST was correct.
Now that the US observes Savings time earlier in March and extends it until late October, I only really pay attention to the differences in the weeks surrounding the time changes. It was beginning to get light just before 7 am and I had been enjoying the earlier sunrises before we reset the clocks. But, since the time change, not having daylight until nearly 8 am makes the morning seem much gloomier. I know that it will only be for a few weeks, but I miss the sunlight in the morning. I don’t begrudge it, though, in the afternoons, except when the late afternoon sun hits my kitchen window, beaming light into my eyes as I’m trying to prepare dinner. That, too, will only last a few more weeks. Soon we will have more than 12 hours of daylight and I will slowly stop noticing sunrise as it will happen before the alarm clock rings.
The thing is, though, it strikes me that the question never should have been whether or not we observe Daylight Savings Time, but what time zone we should be in. When I am on the East Coast, I realize how much earlier dawn and dusk are. The same is true when I am in Chicago. Central Indiana, in my opinion, should really be in the Central Time Zone.
Yesterday, when I was photographing a friend’s garden, I took a glance at a sundial. The sundial is situated where it looks good in the landscape, so it isn’t perfectly placed for telling time. But, it is close enough. Or is it? I think it’s proof of my Central Time Zone stance. This picture was taken shortly before 3pm — Eastern Daylight Time.
It's one o'clock somewhere -- but not here!