Nostalgia is one of those words that can conjure up a lot of different emotions and interpretations. Some would make the case that it is nothing more than a bunch of old fuddy-duddies remembering the “old days” and viewing them through rose-colored glasses. Others believe it is a waste of energy or worse an aversion to anything new or progressive. One thing is for sure and that is most everyone allows themselves to indulge in a bit of it from time to time even if only secretly.
Who has not reminisced about some past sporting event whether as a participant or fan. If you played football, basketball or any other sport you have memories of particular games and your actions. Hopefully they are the pleasant ones about making a touchdown or a crucial first down at a tense moment in the game. Maybe it is about that cheerleader you were dating then and that special feeling when she would praise you prowess. You can literally feel the way the ball cradled against your body as your carried in through the line, you can hear that roar from the stands, or smell the dust from the turf as you were pounded down by the opposing team. Those memories are strong and it is amazing that they endure so long with such intensity.
Everyone can recall songs and tunes from long ago. They evoke some of our strongest reactions. They recall for us a different time and place where society was different. Society does change ever generation for good or ill. We all like to think that our youth was the best and the brightest don’t we? Some of those old big band tunes for Glenn Miller don’t remind of my personal life so much as they remind me of my mon and dad. Those were their songs, their time. Those old songs remind me of waiting for dad to come home from work and mom in the kitchen preparing dinner while me and my brother were hounding her about going out to play for just a few more minutes. She would relent usually even if it was close to dinner time. The radio would have those great tunes playing all the while. When dad got home he would come out on the front porch and whistle for us. He could really whistle loud. That was the deal, we had to stay close enough to the house to hear the whistle. It was not an acceptable excuse to say we didn’t hear it.
Christmas Day always brings up memories of some bygone special mornings rushing to the Christmas tree. I recall one in particular when I got a Lionel train. I was only about 5 and we lived in a rental duplex. Dad had only been home from a the War a couple of years and was working two jobs to make ends meet. It was important then that the man be the sole breadwinner and mom stayed home. It was one of those old very heavy types they made then. It was quite exact in its detail of an old steam engine. They had it all set up Christmas morning for me. I bet that sucker costs ten bucks! A real sum then. I kept up with that old train for years even into my teens. Then one day it was just gone. I guess it got lost in one of our moves. That train brings back such great memories for the joy of being a child and of my mom and dad. I suppose what it does is remind me of the sacrifices they made for me.
Watching the current leaders of our nation certainly reminds me of our past leaders. It was true that most everyone liked Ike. What was not to like? Those were good times for the most part. Our economy was growing and expanding and opportunity was beckoning for those willing to venture out and try their luck or skill. He kept in check the worst ideas of the progressives of the day and he made us feel safer having him there in the White House with the Commies barking at every door around the world. It is hard now for many to recall just how menacing those threats from the Kremlin were. Often they were not only threats but hostile actions. They did have an active spy network within our own government. Hiss, the Rosenbergs and McClean, Burgess et al were real people out to do our nation and way of life harm. Ike had defeated the Nazis and was a warrior, that was important. Don’t believe me? Then I would remind you that even his Democratic succesor ran as a hawk and touted the “missle gap” and was actively promoted by is party as a warrior.
Why do we have all these thoughts? That must be pretty important to most of us. We all go back to them over and over. The nostalgia connects us to our cultural heritage. Whatever our heritage might be it is important to us. It reminds us of family because family is important to us. No one likes being alone and the tightest bonds are those of blood. Admit it, those day dreams of your days of yore make you feel good. Nothing wrong with that. Rather than fighting nostalgia or denigrating it I recommend you rejoice in it. Savor it like some family relic that it handed down from generation to generation.
Most vital of all is to make sure you are doing what you should to build those future nostalgic day dreams for you own children. It is my prayer for you that your progeny will one day recall their days and years with you as the best of times, not the worst of times.
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