Six years ago I wrote this, and I’d like to share it with you again. While you listen to the tunes I’ve selected think back to those sounds, sights, and smells that bring a smile to your face What does it for you?
Music and Memories
Last night, while gazing up at a sky full of stars, the Milky Way clearly visible, I had the opportunity to witness the last burning glow of a few small meteorites as they blazed their way through the earth’s atmosphere. There were not a lot of them, but the half dozen I watched burn out seemed to bring to mind a time when life was much simpler. That thought led to all sorts of ideas rolling around in my mind, but the one that stood out among all the others was the idea that certain of our senses bring to mind memories of past times, both good and not-so good.
“…the message…had been that the American way of life was in terrible shape, that our economy was slowing down, that we were neglectful of our young and our old, callous toward our poor and our minorities, that our cities and schools and landscapes were a mess, that our motives were materialistic and ignoble and that we were fast becoming a country without a purpose and without ideals.”
These words were written in 1965 about the way our 35th President saw our country during his campaign for the presidency in 1960. If you don’t believe me, read Art Schlesinger’s book titled A Thousand Days: John F. Kennedy in the White House, for which he received a Pulitzer Prize in Biography. You’ll find that written on page 726 of the Houghton, Mifflin Company edition printed in 1965.
As a matter of fact, John Kennedy wrote in 1946 in his journal he kept at the time, “I am pessimistic about the future of this country.” And to think we’d just won World War II.
Now I ask you–what has changed? In sixty-two years, what has changed in this country? The words from 1965 could have been written yesterday, and the words from 1946 could very well have been written this morning.
This morning I was out walking as the sun was coming up. It looked like it was going to be a great day. Sometimes Mother Nature can play cruel tricks on we humans. I’m afraid this morning was one of those times, because I am pretty sure this afternoon is going to turn out to be hot, crotch pot cooking hot.
When I walk alone, I think. I don’t know if it’s that way with everyone, but it’s always been like that with me. This morning was no different than any other time in my life. I was thinking about life in times gone passed. My grandparents were foremost in my mind. Not just my grandparents, but I’d say the people who lived during the times my grandparents were alive. I’m talking about that fifty year period at the beginning of the 20th Century. I could probably include people from earlier centuries, but they were not occupying my thinking processes. My grandparents, and those who lived when they did, were.