CAN WE EVER LEAVE THE PAST?

I was one of the fortunate people who grew up in the 1950's, an era of innocence despite the threat of a cold war with Russia and of bomb shelters and air raid drills. It was an era where the good guy wore white and the bad guy wore black. There was no need to second guees who an enemy was. It was an era of security and one of prosperity and dreams come true.

I couldn't wait to move on with my life when I was 18 and in the peak of the 1950's and 1960's and now I find myself going back often. Maybe because of today's uncertainities and constant threats of destruction.

I am not sure I would want to be a child coming up nowdays and even more sure I would not want to be raising children in this era. God, the worse thing we had to worry about was getting caught with a cigerette or not being able to go to a sock hop. The kids today are living in a daily possibility of terrorism, germ warfare, etc.

Often I settle into the memories of a happier time, I time where I had my whole life ahead of me not behind me. I put on the oldies, pull out my 1950's memorabilia tote or my memory box where I still have my class rings and the script from my senior play, "Arsenic and Old Lace" and take myself out of 2008. I smile as each object I touch evokes a memory, a good time, even a bitter sweet time in my younger years.

I guess I have always had one foot in the past. My 23 year granddaughter told me she knows all the trivia questions I put on my blogs. When I asked how she did that, she replied, "Because Gram you always told us about the 1950's and we grew up listening to the oldies and the stories of your youth."

If this were just some kind of effort on my part of trying to be young again, I would understand, but it goes beyond that for me. I really have no good answer for this except that the mind is confortable in the peaceful things, the things once done, the things where we forget there might have been a cloud here and there and idolize what once was.

So I guess I will close for now, put on some oldies and drag out my memoriabilia box because in writing this entry, I hear the past calling me to come back again and enjoy.

ANSWER TO LAST TRIVIA QUESTION: Where did the headlight dimmer switch used to be located on a car? On the floor just left of the clutch pedal.
TODAY'S TRIVIA QUESTION: What was George Jorgenson’s claim-to-fame?
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: Wrinkled was not one of the things I wanted to be when I grew up.