Marilyn Armstrong posed an interesting question on her blog today. She asked,
Do you think of your past as “The Good Old Days”?
I think a little context might help set the table before I begin to a answer this question. I had the good fortune to be born to a white, middle-class, suburban family. They weren’t wealthy; both my mother and father had to work to make ends meet, but we had all the necessities we needed and I never felt deprived as a child. Had the circumstances of my birth been different, my perspective of my past would likely be different, too.
As an old timer, I have to admit that, yes, I do think back on my past as The Good Old Days. I was young, physically fit, full of vim and vigor, as well as piss and vinegar. I was invincible. And yes, life was simpler, less complex, slower. There were no personal computers back then. I was almost 40 when I got my first PC. No internet. No cellphones. No cable TV. No digital cameras. No 24-hour news channels, no music or video streaming.
When you wanted to talk with someone, you had to call them on the telephone (landline) or visit them face-to-face or write them a letter, which could take a few days to a week to be delivered. No dating apps, no email, no texting, no Facetime. No Facebook, Instagram, TikTok, Snapchat.
The world was more local. Life was manageable, time seemed infinite. There were boundaries. The truth felt true and lies felt like lies. No audio or video deepfakes. No alternative facts.
I’m not saying life was perfect back then. There was Vietnam. There was significant racial unrest and riots. There were assassinations — JFK, RFK, MLK, Jr. There was the Cold War. The disastrous War on Drugs. So there were serious issues we had do deal with, but the world hadn’t yet gone insane.
I may be looking at my past through rose-colored glasses, but when I try to imagine being a teenager or a young adult in today’s interconnected, 24×7, fast-paced, partisan, conspiracy theories-filled, crazy world, I don’t think I’d be a happy camper. I’m glad I was around during The Good Old Days.