As I dressed for a long walk this morning, I was reminded of an old dressing habit. This prompted a reflective post (you can hum Nat King Cole’s “I remember you” as you read with me):
I remember when we used to cut the tops off athletic socks to make footies, as they did not make those when I was growing up, at least for boys and men.
I remember when phones were dialed and not keyed; if you did not complete the dial, the phone might call the wrong number.
I remember when there were three serious US news anchors whose words were gospel; Nixon once said when he lost Walter Cronkite, he lost the country.
I remember a time when we lived in blissful ignorance that all priests, pastors and evangelists were above board and not participating in criminal behavior.
I remember when both parties cared that the US President was exactly what he said he was not; Nixon said “I am not a crook,” but that was a lie.
I remember when Robert Kennedy and Martin Luther King were assasinated, but was too young to remember JFK’s,
I remember the moon landing and Neil Armstrong’s words of “One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.” Sadly, I remember the Challenger blowing up with citizen astronauts aboard. It showed how difficult it is to leave and return to our planet.
I remember when the US celebrated its bicentennial and when we prepared for computers programmed in Cobol to recognize the new millennium.
On this last comment, my wife and I hosted a New Millennium Eve party. We got so interested in shooting fireworks with the kids, we forgot to put the lamb in the oven. That was the only time we cooked lamb, and almost did not then. We were eating at midnight when the year 2000 rolled in.
I hope I spawned some memories. Please share a few of yours. I remember when…