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 Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life. |
| Facebook likes to show me posts from a group that is all about local nostalgia and often highlights photos of my hometown from years past. Sometimes, I look at these photos full of long-gone landmarks and owner-operated markets and am immediately immersed in my childhood. I curse time and change, scoff at what they call progress and declare that everything was perfect, they’ve stolen my childhood and destroyed all that was good. I bemoan the ugly landscape that today’s youth must endure and wish they could have all those great experiences that we had as children - Woolworth’s lunch counter, buying penny candy and comic books at the newsagent - all the magic they missed. But then there are the older photos of the town square from fifty or a hundred years earlier, with structures that were gone or changed by the time I was born. And I guess there were old people then that didn't envy my childhood but told stories of the town as they knew it, the childhood memories that were special to them - the trolley, the fountain in the middle of town, the ice man and the tinker. Everyone has a soft spot for their childhood home and wishes things could go back to the way they were. Except for those unpaved muddy streets full of horse doo-doo. I’ll bet they were glad when someone invented asphalt. |
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