As I ambled slowly along to post another one of my begging letters I could not help but notice the sky above. Sadly I didn't notice the edge of the pavements, but several motorists kindly informed me of my position, and what to do about it. The blue of the sky itself, quite unusual in recent days, was filled with small puffy white clouds and interspersed with masses of vapour trails. Stansted Airport has been busy this morning and the vapour trails were taking a long time to disperse. However it was an enjoyable sight, all that pollution sitting up there, blocking the sun, enabling climate change, poisoning those down below. Sitting in the hot sun (gosh it still got through!) and watching over the recreation ground the huge sky was enthralling. The wind hurried the clouds along and they scudded off bringing even more interesting sights from the south. Maybe it's all those years in London, maybe it's being indoors too much recently, maybe it's the bang on the head, I know not but I do know I like looking at interesting skies, nature views, and wide open spaces. All I need is a seaside and I would be (almost) content.
The other day you will recall I posted This, regarding the changes that have occurred between 1915 and today. Well that great man BigRab, he of the great Ben Lomond Free Press a blog worthy of your company, made a remark that struck me, and that made a change from bricks. He said there was less time between 1915 and the year of his birth, than between the year of his birth and today. This struck me also. You see I was born 36 years after the 1915 picture, but now I am a further 61 years from it. I found this intriguing, and still do.
My thinking, my attitudes, and much within me may indeed be nearer 1915 than 2012. Are you still with me? Because all my readers are young things, one or two more thing than young (all the Ladies being sweet young things under 25 years of age I note) the age gap may not strike you as it did me, but it is worth a ponder. For some reason this sticks in my head and will not leave me. Time passes by and we remain the same. For instance I woke up one day when I was merely 56 years old and suddenly realised I am a granddad, well not actually a granddad, but I was indeed an old man! In my head I knew what old men were, I had seen plenty, but suddenly I realised I was that age! I look much younger, I still have hair and teeth! I still saw myself as late 20's....? I remain the same as always but much of the body disintegrates beneath me.
Further ponder. I was born in 1951, my dad in 1908, and his dad in 1845! This being 2012 mean the three of us cover three centuries. The world is a different place since 1845, but at heart remains the same. Whereas granddad left the farm, as thousands did at that time, and joined the railway and climbed on the new world around him, we can see pictures taken from Mars! As people we are no different but the complexity of life has changed. Is it better? Actually it is no better or worse, depending on your circumstances. Humanity remains the same, the culture changes a wee bit. Horse don't wander the streets, bad drivers do! But in spite of the changes, many very much for the better, our hearts are still the same, human nature does not change, the surroundings do. My world view is influenced by 1915, the year my mother was born, probably more than by 2012. Family influences, the fifties influence, Baby Boomer influences are possibly still affecting me, they certainly affect me more than the pap that is 'cutting edge' today. Sadly age wearies the heart from such as we can see the emptiness it hides.
There is something in Rabs comment I cannot quite place, but it intrigues me that I was born nearer 1915 and that world than I am to my own (much heralded) arrival.