My father, who is now
85 years old, has often expressed to me recently his astonishment at having
lived into the twenty-first century. He was born in 1927, and ahead of him,
although, of course, he did not realise it at the time, was the Second World
War and the threat of nuclear annihilation. He made it through. He imagines
himself as a child, sitting on the step in front of his house, trying to envisage
at that time that he would still be alive today. Inconceivable! The turn of the
next century was not even a shimmer on the horizon. The twentieth century was
only about one third of the way through.
Change is almost
synonymous with life, and there is, perhaps, no generation that has not
imagined itself to have lived through more change than any other. However, my
parents’ generation may have some justification for this claim. I won’t take
the time to list here the monumental changes that the world has passed through
since 1927. Some of us have lived through some of them, be they scientific,
political, social or technological. Nor do I need to list the things that we
take for granted today, that were scarcely imagined in 1927.
I was born in 1957,
which in some ways represents the dawn of the “modern” age. It was the year in
which the first satellites were launched into orbit (the Sputniks); it was the
year in which the International Atomic Energy Agency was formed. Computers (of
a “primitive” variety), television, international commercial jet flights and
Rock’n’Roll were already in place. Most importantly, it is the year in which
Frisbees first hit the marketplace.
We have not progressed
as far in the exploration of space as we might have imagined in 1957. The
Atomic age has fulfilled as many nightmares as dreams. But at least we still
have the Frisbee! The important things endure.
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author of A Solitary Life, Colleen Sayre. Next Wednesday, as part of the same
event, I will tell you more about the background to my own novel, Maybe they'll
remember me.
Great blog, Phil! My father (82) used to say he just wanted to live to see the year 2000. As that year approached, and then flashed right by, he revised his wish annually. I think we're up to 2050! He's in great health and if anyone has a shot, he does! I agree that our parents' generation can stake a claim to "most changes in a lifetime." As for long-lasting favorites of an earlier era: my vote is for the hula hoop!
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