Perhaps this is not a yearning, but a vague feeling of pleasant recollection. Perhaps the recollection is not always pleasant, but in fact my past consisted of people who changed and inspired me. Many are still alive: married, not married, now openly gay, lost and found, sorrowful or bitter, self actualised and content. All human life, matured in oak and decanted for a snifter at sunset.
Facebook is a phenomenon that I have yet to come to terms with. I am not on it. And yet, out there on Facebook are people I have not seen for three decades or more. There are also those who seem to have disappeared of the face of the earth. Some people I know have re-unions with school chums. Good that they had them. And there, on these re-unions, the sum-total of their experiences can be shown against the grainy blurred school or college pics of people they once were.
What do we want from looking back? A renaissance? A rekindling of the spark? Or merely a fond remembrance of things past, set against the calm assurance of maturity. Or the quiet desperation.
Many of my readers can point to a time of their lives. A moment when life seemed vivid and unknown and challenging; a time when we were in the loop, part of the public narrative as well as the private one.
During my recent pilgrimage to Lincolnshire I encountered many reminders of The Battle of Britain. Those who survived to tell the tale never forgot that time of their lives. The re-unions were strong and well-attended, though there were those who were so horrified, so traumatised, that they sent their medals back and just wanted to forget.
(That's me in the corner, far right)
And here is a photo montage I did a while back. Some of you may have missed it, but it seems germane.
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