I am not going to beat a dead horse. But that said, I will make one more post on reminiscence and the unbridgeable gender gap.
My generation is almost gone. I am a holdout. Who remembers the death of Buddy Holly, the Big Bopper or Richie Valens? Just me and the remanence of a lost age. The song America Pie is full of allegories of my generation. It is a song from the past, unrecognizable to the generations of today.
Young people live in their time – and rightly so. They are creating their memories. If they are cognitive at all of the integration of the South, the assassinations of MLK and the Kennedies, Woodstock, Vietnam, John and Yoko, the Stone’s and Hell’s Angles, theNational Guard firing on college students… it is only via some flash they scrolled through on their cell phones.
But these are my memories – still alive with me. They will be just a footnote in history when my generation is gone.
I lived this
Yes, and so it is with every generation that passes.ReplyDelete
Everything you mention is part of my growing up and growing older years. My kids will know of much of the list because of our relationship. Their kids? Nothing.ReplyDelete
Almost the only thing I miss about my father is that I have no one to ask about the community I grew up in.
I remember when otis redding died, Buddy, big bopper and Richie...Elvis..I remember it all...Janis, Jimi, Jim......fuck I think sometimes it's you me and about 6 others that are left...haReplyDelete